[ Fuck, fuck, fuck he's close. He's close and Yuri can't breathe, he can't think, his body wants to move in toward him, to touch him, to press his lips to Flynn's again, but he can't move. He stares up at Flynn, and it takes him a long moment to comprehend what Flynn is trying to do. But then he gets it, and he pushes himself up to his own knees. Their bodies are nearly flush, and Yuri touches his forearm to Flynn's, in the sign they've used since they were eight and their hands were a mess from helping out with cleaning and had high-fived with their arms instead.
Something curls in him, hooking in his gut, and he meets Flynn's eyes and he feels sure, certain, that this is right. ]
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Something curls in him, hooking in his gut, and he meets Flynn's eyes and he feels sure, certain, that this is right. ]
Then we're gonna figure it out.