the brain project [1]

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aidan

there are no sparks when everett kisses him, there are fireworks.

he doesn't know how long they've been standing there, clutching each other's faces and fervently making out with nothing but the sound of their shallow breaths. a chill runs down aidan's spine, and everett responds by running his hand across his shoulder, down his arm to his own hand. the room is ice cold, but every time he pulls himself closer to everett, everything is so warm.