rivers_bend

How I would love to see some lip to lip contact between these boys! It's so out of character that I can't bring myself to write proper slash on the subject, but who hasn't had a fleeting thought about someone they wouldn't usually? ;)



Michael reached up to borrow Sucre’s pillow to put under his blankets while he went down the hole. Sucre was sleeping now and Michael saw him as though for the first time. To his surprise he wanted to reach out and cradle Sucre’s face in his hands, caress him, soothe any worries.

Gently so as not to wake him, Michael cupped the back of his cellmate’s head and eased the pillow out from underneath it. How strong the urge to kiss him was. Michael’s thumb tasted the shape of Fernando’s lips on the way past. That was all he dared.