No one will ever know how much I appreciate being tagged in this picture.
Yes, this is Kaner in Jonny’s apartment. He fell asleep on the couch the night before, yet again, and he’s already up and showered by the time Jonny’s stumbling out of bed, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he walks down the hall, about to ask if Kaner wants to go get breakfast or something. And then he rounds the corner and sees this. Kaner shirtless in Jonny’s space, looking like he belongs there, pale skin and smooth back and muscled shoulders, his curls all damp and beads of water still sliding down his skin. And Jonny just…freezes, the words dying in his throat, because never in his life has he wanted something so bad.
And when Kaner turns around and shoots him that big, stupid, perfect smile of his, Jonny can’t stop himself from taking one, two, three steps forward, pressing Kaner against the glass, and finally dropping his lips to the soft, sun warmed skin of Kaner’s shoulder.
“Yeah?” he asks, eyes closed, feeling the way Kaner’s hot and trembling under his hands.
And Kaner laughs a little, softly, just surprised and delighted sounding, happy shocked.
“Oh man. Yeah, of course.”
omg.. what has this fucking world come too?
