If Hans listens close enough, he can hear the ocean in Gabe's heart. He closes his eyes and presses his ear to Gabe's bare chest, savoring the way the heart inside beats. It stopped once, but that was a nightmare Hans only revisits in the very deepest dreams. His fingers stroke Gabe's ribs, his lips part as he listens.
There's ink on his fingertips, staining them dark blue, and he watches them as they touch Gabe's skin. As they make his heart race. He listens again to it, he lifts his mouth to Gabe's and tastes the heat of his breath. He savors his life, folds his arms under his body and curls up against him, cheek pillowed over Gabe's strumming heart
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