...It's not much, but it's here. Happy New Year
Dan sat in his apartment on New Year's eve with his boyfriend, Phil. They were drinking sparkling juice and watching the ball drop because they had nothing better to be doing with their time. Phil leaned back against Dan and nestled into him like a cat. They sat like that, half-watching the woman on the television and half-focused on each other. It was a nice time.
The clock struck midnight, the ball hit the ground. They kissed. It was sweet. Probably, there was fucking later, but who knows.
