Jayden was buzzing. He felt like his skin was on fire, like he’d licked his finger and jammed it in a plug socket, like he was about two steps from having a stroke and dying. And it would be fine, because…because…
It had been awkward and messy and short and he was pretty sure it had been kind of painful for Darren, but it had also been amazing and toe-curling and life-affirming and every kind of wonderful. And to feel like that with Darren, to be able to kiss him through the euphoria, to be able to listen and catalogue the little noises he made, to be trusted to be there when Darren was definitely way below the rank of dignified…
Jayden was buzzing, almost ready to sing. The house could have collapsed, the oven could have exploded, the world could have ended, and he wouldn’t have cared.
