“A particular kind of hot can make someone shiver, and Alex knows it well. It is still a shock to him that love and passion can always be like this, always bringing about such fire and desire. Every single time Jack touches him, it’s like Roman candles slowly dragging across his skin, burning, stinging, but so fucking good.”
It’s Jack’s birthday and Alex knows what he wants most because it’s what he also wants most.
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Written for the ATL Microfic Challenge; Burn











