The first morning Jay spent at Moran’s flat, he’d brushed his teeth with a spare, unopened toothbrush he found in the bathroom cabinet. The next time he stayed over, that same toothbrush was waiting for him in a cup on the counter. Now, months later, there was no denying it was Jay’s toothbrush.
Jay spat toothpaste into the sink, rinsed his mouth out with a handful of water from the tap, and emerged from Moran’s en-suite to find the man still laying in bed, utterly naked.
“Whoever let you find out how gorgeous you are,” Jay said, weary, “has a lot to answer for.”
Sebastian grinned. “You think I’m gorgeous, then?”
Jay rolled his eyes and made for Sebastian’s dresser. A few times now, he’d left the previous night’s clothes here only to later find them laundered and folded in their own drawer. A drawer that Sebastian appeared to have specifically set aside for him.
It wasn’t something they ever talked about. Sebastian had simply moved bits of his own life around to make space for Jay.
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