Once again, the filmmakers have lit this scene in a way that we are inside their anticipation and longing. They are drawn together as they have been the whole season. Simon has tried to reisist Wilhelm but here he's surrendering. Made me hold my breath.
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Our latest fic is The Radiance of Falling Bodies: Love in the Time of AIDS. It's historical fiction with lots of 80's details-clothes, music, and most importantly, activism. An excerpt:
Wilhelm strips to his boxers and slides in next to Simon, who barely stirs. In his sleep, Simon turns to Wilhelm, curling into his chest and belly, his damp curls tickling Wilhelm's nose. He's making small sounds of contentment. Once he says, 'Wille' as his breathing deepens. A few times he coughs.
Wilhelm, unsure how to hold him, decides to follow Simon's lead. Later in the night, he becomes aware the Simon is nuzzling him with a hand on Wille's cheek. He finds Wilhelm's mouth and he's kissing him, Wilhelm responding, his whole body suddenly trembling with desire. Simon's hands are exploring Wilhelm's face, arms and chest, wandering down to his ass and finally to his sex. Wilhelm is helpless to control his body. He tries.
'Uh, Simon, are you awake?'
'Yeah,' a very sleepy Simon replies.
'Simon, I don't think, uh, you, we should, uh.'
'Wille, you feel so nice, so comforting. I thought about this, about you a lot when I was in the hospital. It helped me sleep. I just want to explore you, not for sex. Not today. Your hard on is nice though.'
They have a happy ending, I promise. I'll never write a fic without one. they have to work to get there, but get there they do.
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