     heat laid upon the markovâs farm like BILLOWING clouds. antonin had become accustomed to the heat, having fought in world war ii prior, and now, making a living by farming. he had wounded himself badly at pearl harbor, which resulted in the loss of his left leg from the ankle down. ever since then, he had collected his pension and picked up his fatherâs old farmhouse, along with the farm. he had married alec; and the act had seemed normal at firstââ like a part of life, but now it had seemed scary when he was lying in bed at night with a stranger. itâs not as bad now that heâs gotten used to alecâs presence, but the act itself had seemed almost forced. antonin didnât want to make him feel uncomfortable because the boy seemed so DELICATE. now, they could not be recognized as a married couple because two men couldnât marry in the united states. however, the intimacy, the coupling up, the domesticity, had deemed them a marry couple through spirit. it had been an agreement between their parents, and antonin had always had his eye on alec. since before he had quit school, before ant had hit his growth spurt, he had kept the little crush to himself because he felt it wasnât normal. then, he comes out of the military and there he is, waiting in his fatherâs old house to act as the role of antoninâs wife, to bear his children and whatnot. he had just finished working on his old ford pick-up truck &. had made his way inside. he was in some overalls and old boots with the flannel worn underneath completely unbuttoned. his porcelain skin had reddened, and on the back of his neck had been sunburned. the tall man shut the old screen door behind him and made his way into the kitchen, where he had heard stirring. he gently wrapped his hands around alecâs waist and gave him a little, i n n o c e n t kiss on the back of the neck, the height difference almost making it awkward. â glad to see ya up and at it. â said antonin. his labor on the farm started with the sunrise. // @prxttybxys
