Malcolm Bright

Malcolm opened up to the kiss, his hand sliding from Raylan's chest up into his hair. God, he'd wanted to touch it for a while now.

He'd have been pleased if he knew Raylan felt safe enough, in Malcolm's apartment, to feel what he felt.

And to act on it.

When the kiss broke for a breath, Malcolm didn't pull away, but he lifted his head slightly to find Raylan's eyes.

"Is this okay?" he murmured.