HEAL

27 -- A GOOD DAY ....

Warning  --  bxb

Laurent had chosen what was originally Larry's room as their room, because it collected the morning sun in all it's glory.  And as everyday in L.A. was sunny, so was every morning they woke up to.  With their apartment being high enough up that no one could see in through their bedroom window, they never drew the blinds, letting the warmth of the sun and the blue of the sky wake them every day.  

From dawn until about 9 a.m., the sun's rays scooted round their bedroom walls, changing from that beautiful amber-orange glow, to a pale, syrupy yellow.  When they woke up, either of them could tell what time it was, just by where the sun bounced off the walls, and how brightly the room was bathed in it's glow.  

It warmed the room thoroughly too, only needing an hour or two before they had to throw the covers off, getting too warm.  This was usually the point when they separated their bodies, albeit temporarily, as they had been tangled together for most of the night.  Usually, once Laurent had thrown the covers to the bottom of the bed to cool off a bit, within minutes Larry would drape himself over Laurent's body again, claiming that he was cold, seeking his brother's heat.

"Pull the covers back, then."

"No" was the simple answer back.  Laurent smirked at him, knowing exactly why he didn't want to.  He didn't either, if truth be told.  They both thought they were slick, both of them doing the very thing they knew the other wanted, but wouldn't admit to wanting.  More skin on skin, more closeness, more connectedness.  More love.  

But it was inevitable, really.  This was still, unofficially, the "honeymoon" phase of their new relationship, and it was a bloody long honeymoon.  They were officially, together.  A couple.  It was their apartment, as it had always been, but now, it was their bedroom.  They lived their lives together, for the most part.  Arranging their schedules, their work, their social lives together.  Not just Larry's life, and Laurent's life, it was their life.  Yes, they had been together, close, for the last 31 years, especially when they were younger.  Before their career took off and eventually went south, before business, and sex and drugs and rock'n'roll took over.  Before the biggest fucking Eucalyptus tree in southern California got in Larry's way.  But now, their life ?  It was amazing.

Larry still helped Charlie with her classes, and they had more fun, got on better as friends, than they ever had before.  They were truly two kindred spirits.  He and Laurent spent the occasional evening with Evelyn and Charlie, either at their apartment, or at the girls house.  Graham was gone, never to be seen or heard from again.  He didn't try to keep in touch with Charlie, and Evelyn only spoke to him via her lawyer during their divorce proceedings.  But it was there, in their company, where Larry and Laurent could be completely themselves, and there were very few people they could do that with.  They could touch each other, and not have to worry that someone would be watching, or filming them.  They could share a smooch or a hug, a quick peck of one another's lips, and not be afraid to show genuine, spontaneous emotion and affection to one another.

They were back at work again, too.  Larry's strength and stamina were back to where it was before his accident, maybe even better than it was before because he was so much healthier now.  He looked after his body, and his mind too.  He had recently had his major annual checkup with his neuropsychologist, and his brain function was back to about 90% of what the average healthy male brain should be.  They celebrated that night, Laurent trying his damnedest to fuck Larry's brains right back out of his head, and fortunately, it didn't work.  But they had a great time trying.

Never having really disappeared from the public eye completely, when they did make the occasional appearance or charity gig, it was always well attended, and it seemed they were just as popular, and as well loved as they had always been.  They took modeling gigs too, their taut, dark golden bodies still looking like the Adonis's they were.  And it was always for the good stuff, the quality brands like it used to be.  Some of the brands that they represented two or more years ago still wanted them as the "face" of their brand.  It didn't seem to matter what Larry's face looked like anymore, it was the guys' story they were more interested in.  Their brotherly bond, and how it had become stronger in the face of adversity.  Chanel, Dior, Burberry, Nike, and the ever present, never having left their side, Jordan Family.  And they were both grateful for it, all of it.