Fics like the bridge between us

They’re not labeling it, but Eliot buys a vest that needs to be laced up at the back, thinking Quentin can help me with this without a second thought. They’re not labeling it, but Quentin sleeps in his room sometimes even when they don’t fuck, if his brain is particularly loud or he’s feeling especially lonely. Eliot knows the schedule of Q’s father’s chemo appointments, because Quentin always comes back a bit of a mess, a little in need of giving up control of simple things like ‘where do I find food today’ or ‘what shirt should I wear’ to someone else. And maybe you could say that’s just being a good Dom, but... Eliot’s Dommed for boys before. He’s done it with a kind of regularity once or twice, even. It was nothing like this, groggy morning coffee cups and lunch between classes, Quentin quiet and boneless with his head in Eliot’s lap while he and Margo gossip. This was something new. Maybe it didn’t have a label, but it felt like something edging up towards– a relationship?

Fics like the bridge between us

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