a warmer town come

Pierre sits on the edge of Ilies’s lounge chair and puts a cool hand on his warm thigh, right below the hem of his little red shorts. “Babe. Babe, wake up.”Ilies yawns and wrinkles his nose as he wakes up. “Hm?” Pierre wants to kiss his nose, so he does. That’s a thing that he can do now. How had he gotten so lucky? Ilies smiles softly, still half asleep. “Pierre, there are people around.”Pierre loves this man. He doesn’t care who knows. He did at one point, but now he knows that he’s surrounded by so much love and support. Maybe it’s time to let everyone know.