21 Oct 2017
Walter looked out at the constellations slipping into view, a soft smile in his eyes. “I used to imagine what it’d be like makin’ love under the stars.”
“I’d be more than happy to help you find out,” Keats promised, catching Walter’s lips with his own and relishing in Walter’s pleased little hum. In the late hours of the day, stubble had found its way onto Walter’s face, just enough to tickle the skin of his cheeks and make him smile into the kiss.