Metalocalypse - Before The Storm (18)
Nathan had been confused.
It was often that professional discussions with Charles turned into rough handjobs, and the pair of them rutting against the desk was a common outcome of meetings. While they weren't exactly together, it was a regular enough occurrence that the awkward silences afterwards gradually became light kisses and 'take care's – although never anything more.
So, the evening before the launch party, when Charles had led Nathan into his private rooms and made love to him by candlelight, holding him until sunrise without explanation, Nathan had been confused.
Today, standing before the coffin, he understood.
"You knew."
It was often that professional discussions with Charles turned into rough handjobs, and the pair of them rutting against the desk was a common outcome of meetings. While they weren't exactly together, it was a regular enough occurrence that the awkward silences afterwards gradually became light kisses and 'take care's – although never anything more.
So, the evening before the launch party, when Charles had led Nathan into his private rooms and made love to him by candlelight, holding him until sunrise without explanation, Nathan had been confused.
Today, standing before the coffin, he understood.
"You knew."
Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. When a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower.
Jean Paul Richter
Jean Paul Richter