[lotrips] karekare
I miss NZ beaches, especially Karekare. Hence, this.
Elijah, wooden railing edge biting into his thighs, leans drowsy and inviting. Back to the westering sun he shifts: silent careful hands offered.
Billy, champagne-cooled sunburn coaxing him forward, falls gratefully. Black sand reflects sun and sky and he sees through Elijah to the sea. Dizzyness and those childish fingertips. Billy prys open Elijah's mouth as if by invitation.
Dominic, delighted, enraged, blinds himself with the sunset. He finds his way by touch. Braille, which means the nape of Billy's neck, and the curve of Elijah's spine, flexing and contracting in the humid evening.
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