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Poor Raven.

I don't know if you mean a rl or a fannish story so I'll go for the fannish.

This is written straight into comments so is pretty sucky, sorry honey.


It wasn't often they managed to get together now. Daily visits had become weekly had become monthly and now they guard that precious time savagely. Appointments were rearranged and assistants told that the first Wednesday of each month was sacred; whatever happened. Each time they met in a different place, a hotel in Vegas, a small inn in England, even on one memorable occasion a tour boat on the Nile. Not that they ever saw their surroundings. Each time they'd impatiently wait until they were together then shut themselves away, hiding away from the realities of fame and becoming the men they'd always been.

Chris lies on the bed, head propped on his fist as he pretends to watch TV. Not that he does, instead he concentrates totally on JC. The feel of his body against his own, the sound of soft breathing and the sleeping noises Chris has heard a million times before, and will hear a million times again. Mundane things that mean nothing expect when they mean everything. When two men use the small things to reconnect time and time again and fall a little more in love each time.