Fics like since that night the moon has never seemed the same

“I’m sorry,” Ben gasps out between breaths, pressing in hard. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Callum. I’m sorry about yesterday and I’m sorry about this and I’m sorry about—about what I've done. About everything.” “Don’t. Not if you don’t mean it, Ben.” “I’m sorry,” Ben says again, because he can’t say anything else. "I am." He feels so incredibly exposed, laid bare, as if his every thought is being projected onto the walls for Callum to read and sift through. He’s nervous suddenly, and something feels like it’s about to break, like a storm is brewing just outside the pub door, ready to barge its way in and lay waste to the way they’ve found themselves once again. He wills it away, wills the heat to stay, for the rain to never, ever touch their skin again. or, the four times they have ex-sex and the one time they have no need to

Fics like since that night the moon has never seemed the same

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