Stephen had always watched Connor, a little covertly, from the first time he saw him. There was just something about his open eyes and bright smile that made Stephen want to pin him to a bed. He also didn't fail to notice the glances Nick would throw at Connor as he was curled over a computer screen, face lit but he glow.
Stephen had always imagined that Connor would be all bright energy, moving from one thing to the other, finger tips always skimming, lips always moving.
Stephen had imagined he would never be quiet, half words and gasps always spilling from his lips as he arched and shivered.
Stephen had imagined he would be awkward at first, not knowing where to touch, hesitant and light when he did, allowing Nick and himself to guide him.
What Stephen had never imagined was the feeling of Connor cuddling up against him, arm thrown over his shoulders and legs between his as he slept.