Dom pressed his forehead to Brian’s shoulder and let his lips brush lightly over the uneven skin. Brian flinched a little and Dom went still, waiting, half wanting Brian to wake up, but half of him wasn’t ready to face him just yet.*
Schmoop, sex, cucumbers, and parking lots. And, oh year — the end of the world.* Coda to eighth_horizon’s The Last Outpost of All That Is.