Justin groaned and surrendered his weight to Will. The constriction on his throat made him see stars, made him kick the door with his knee, made the blood rushing through him boil. The last thing before he passed out, he felt himself throbbing, erupting, and falling.
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“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Will said.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Justin answered. “I brought you something.”
Will sat up. “What would you bring me?”
Justin didn’t feel quite well enough to rise. “It’s in the armoire, under my shirt.”
Will climbed off the bed and opened the armoire, pulling out the heart shaped glass bottle. He stared at it for a few seconds before breaking the wax seal and draining its contents in three gulps, eyes closed and savoring the flavor. Justin used all his will power to swing his legs over the bed and be standing next to Will when he opened his eyes.