But there was no more waiting. No more missed phone calls. No more staring at his phone till he received a text message. No more clutching onto the sheets with tears across his face from the aching pain of lacking the warmth of his lover beside him. His love was finally home. Jay was finally home.
summer of 1983, sunjay fic cw: mature content, making out -highly inspired by "call my by your name" by andré aciman. I owe this man my life. -do NOT read if uncomfortable, no one's forcing you to read the content. -wrote this two years ago for a contest, yes sunjay aren't the og characters, I changed their names. -ot...
they are both celebrating their graduation, and jāy seems to forget about a lot of things. His personal things, his uniform, that the cameras are practically still rolling but all he wants to do is plant his lips on the younger.