Malcolm Bright

Malcolm was wavering on a fine line between a sort of bliss and a sort of mania. He wanted to feel this instead of everything he felt in the hospital. He wanted to linger in the way Raylan's lightest touch made his heart full. He wanted to linger in feeling wanted. In feeling really loved, exactly the way he was, whether he could get better or not. In happiness. In the idea of an actual future that seemed increasingly tangible if still infuriatingly far away.

His need was almost desperate in the way he pressed against Raylan as he kissed him, how he responded to his touch, every noise that he couldn't help from the back of his throat, how he clutched the tube he hadn't opened yet because he was already overwhelmed, but he still wanted that too.

The kiss broke and he lifted his head to look at Raylan's face, his gaze wandering it tenderly, his free hand coming up trail down his cheek, then to cup his jaw as he kissed him one more time before, already a little breathless, he sat up, shuffling back a little as he popped the tube open, spreading lube over Raylan's length.