Devin looked at all the pretty surrounding them, but none of them could outshine Warren. He slid his fingers up his spine, just a light touch, connection. He was there, with him, if only for this weekend.
But not just this weekend. For the tour. Months on the road, with him. And even if it wasn't in the way he wanted it to be, it was still with him. Which wasn't anything he'd ever wanted before. Not this badly.
Even touring with Byron hadn't made him this excited. He sipped his wine, fingers resting on Warren's waist.
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Date: 2006-06-21 03:15 am (UTC)But not just this weekend. For the tour. Months on the road, with him. And even if it wasn't in the way he wanted it to be, it was still with him. Which wasn't anything he'd ever wanted before. Not this badly.
Even touring with Byron hadn't made him this excited. He sipped his wine, fingers resting on Warren's waist.