They slept after that, their bodies entwined, and, although it would not always be so, that night their dreams were not interrupted by nightmares, that night they slept in tranquility and comfort, ensconced in one another’s arms.
The 'dares' in your fic are my favorite so far. They're subtle, well-placed and tie together to move the theme forward.
This was my favorite passage:
"Once, not too far into the living arrangement, Justin threw a glass of water against the brick wall in the living room, screaming in frustration when his hand cramped and he couldn't hold a pencil. He stood watching Justin in the aftermath, hands clenched at his sides, surprised that he wasn’t angry with the boy. Instead, he had an intense desire to do the same thing. The muscles in his arms tightened as he imagined heaving the beer bottle in his hand, knowing the shattering, splintering sound it would make when it hit, anticipating even the smell of hops that would fill the air. It all played out for a moment before him, but in the end, he went to Justin’s side, set down his beer, and, without a word, began to massage the boy’s hand.I almost wanted him to throw the beer and join in Justin's rage, to let him see that he was equally frustrated, but I liked that he controlled himself
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I'm glad you like the dares. I didn't want to be obvious like setting up a dare between Brian and Justin because I knew some people would do that. So I did try to make it more subtle.
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Thanks, sweetie! :)
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That night, Brian was at peace.
A lovely story. Thanks so much!
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This was my favorite passage:
"Once, not too far into the living arrangement, Justin threw a glass of water against the brick wall in the living room, screaming in frustration when his hand cramped and he couldn't hold a pencil. He stood watching Justin in the aftermath, hands clenched at his sides, surprised that he wasn’t angry with the boy. Instead, he had an intense desire to do the same thing. The muscles in his arms tightened as he imagined heaving the beer bottle in his hand, knowing the shattering, splintering sound it would make when it hit, anticipating even the smell of hops that would fill the air. It all played out for a moment before him, but in the end, he went to Justin’s side, set down his beer, and, without a word, began to massage the boy’s hand.I almost wanted him to throw the beer and join in Justin's rage, to let him see that he was equally frustrated, but I liked that he controlled himself ( ... )
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I'm glad you like the dares. I didn't want to be obvious like setting up a dare between Brian and Justin because I knew some people would do that. So I did try to make it more subtle.
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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