| Leaning against the
Charger, putting the drifters behind them, Dom
pulls Brian towards him; hands on his hips, bringing them
flush
together, hard-on to hard-on. For someone who talks non-fuckin’-stop he’s been unusually quiet since they hit Tokyo. Dom’s appreciated the time but he’s had all the space he needs. Now he just needs Brian back. “My trophy,” he murmurs and Brian smiles a little sadly, remembering. Then he asks, “What’s he like? The kid?” “Reminds me a little of you actually. Cocky. Arrogant. Can’t handle NOS for shit.” Brian laughs. “Han had good taste.” “You think...?” “Oh, I know.” |