soncroisement

It wasn't that Joscelin was upset that Noah was home later than usual. It wasn't as though Noah even lived here, technically- he just seemed to be there every day, enough that Joscelin had absentmindedly cleaned out a drawer for him put put clothes in. There were two toothbrushes in the medicine cabinet. And when Noah wasn't there on a Friday night, Joscelin got irrationally grumpy.

He could imagine the fire elemental at a club or somewhere like that, fucking around- he knew that his sex drive could rarely match Noah's. It hadn't bothered him before, but now... now he didn't like the thought.

Fuck.