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5up’s coffee is bitter, so he alternates sips with bites of a plain scone. And, god, there is nothing more beautiful than these snaking Swiss streets, towering apartment buildings, deliciously inviting cafes. Well—delicious and bitter. Maybe that’s just how the Swiss like their coffee; 5up wouldn’t know, he’s only here for a few days before he heads back to London.
His phone is facedown on the rickety cafe table, though he silenced it and put on Do Not Disturb for good measure. It’s stupid. It really is.
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And, really… 5up can’t help the way he flops into David’s embrace the second they are close enough to touch. He can’t help the way he buries his face in David’s soft flannel, and he definitely can’t help the deep breath he takes in of floral, woody jasmine.
“Hi,” 5up whispers.
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Steve looks at 5up’s back, his burgundy sweater and whorls of dark hair, and imagines standing up and slow-dancing with him to the hum of Chanel. He wants to slow-dance--to step on toes and awkwardly hover his hand above 5up’s flank--and he wants to touch noses in a platonic kiss, and he wants to lay his head on 5up’s chest, and he wants to stay here forever and make loaf after loaf of cinnamon banana bread, and he wants.
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“Are monsters born or created?”
Steve, 5up, and vampires.