Fics like I'm Tantalus, can't help but reach out and touch, oh

Naim didn't reply right away, his eyes still evaluating Ryan carefully, like he was waiting for the confession to be walked back, like he expected it to turn out to be some kind of joke at his expense. "Okay, wanna hear something else?" Ryan offered instead, not quite knowing what to do with the silence stretching between them, uncomfortable in a way it rarely was with Naim. "You remember that time I supposedly forgot my pencil case at home? Well, I lied about that—I didn't even own a fucking pencil case, never had. I always just kept a few pens loose in my bag. I only asked because I wanted one of yours that day. Wanted an excuse to talk to you." Before he could stop himself, before he could think better of it, he kept going. "Maybe I was also thinking about what it'd feel like, touching your fingers when you handed it over."

Fics like I'm Tantalus, can't help but reach out and touch, oh

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