modern au quinoli thoughts (in the vein of Pages and Priests) under the cut
Olivine's bookstore is doing well, and it keeps him busy -- especially since he's still running community events and Sunday mass downstairs, in the chapel. Quincy's job has been rough because it's tax season, and it's virtually hell for any accountant. They've barely seen each other in what feels like weeks. A touch here, a weight sinking down on the bed late at night. But no meaningful intimacy.
That... doesn't work for Olivine.
See, Quincy's fine with skipping out on sex for a week or two. Not Olivine. And secretly jerking off in the shower before bed isn't cutting it anymore. He's left feeling deeply unsatisfied, every single time.
But to solve the problem, Olivine would have to admit that he wants more than he's getting. Specifically, more sex. And boy, does that... bring some stuff up for him.