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Angle
by Hetre Z

JC kissed Chris even though that wasn't who he was aiming for. In this business, everything's about trajectory, vectors and windspeed, and angles and protractors. JC kissed Chris to get past him, and ended up staying there for a minute and twenty-three seconds. It seemed longer.

New Years Eve, and sparklers and champagne and plum pudding and turkey, and Chris didn't taste like any of it but JC felt full anyway. He reached a hand up and cut his fingers on mohawk spikes, gold light filtering through closed eyes and a countdown swirling in his head. Chris kissed him back.