James is full of apprehension. In a few days the first episode of season two of Torchwood will air and the internet will be flooded with still images and videos. He hasn’t even glanced at those particular rushes and he’s made sure never to see the finished print. If he does it’s bound to rekindle the stomach churning feeling that’s been nesting inside him since the day it happened.
He remembers everything in perfect detail. The fear in his belly as he reached up to cling on to John’s shoulders. The look of comfort in the man’s eyes as they crashed together; lips bruising rather than searching, but still strangely intimate. Months have passed by and yet James can still feel that moment. Nothing has ever illuminated him in the same way and each subsequent kiss from his girlfriend has been colourless in comparison.
For less than a second John Barrowman opened his mouth and as their tongues rested secretly together, it became a key that unlocked a brave new world. One day James could be open to the idea of falling in love with a man. One day maybe he’ll stop kidding himself and admit that he already has.
DONE