Heard That
From the top of the hill, the world seemed more of a container for its inhabitants. Like a shell ripped from it's lower half.
Rey wiped the sweat from his forehead, slicking away the salt with the back of his hand. He squinted against the creamy golden sun and tried to make out his lover's shoulders against the older shallows.
"Why'd you leave me back there, hesse?" Eddie panted, dragging a loaded cooler behind him.
"You slowed me down, man." He smirked.
"Ha, brother." Eddie snorted, sitting down on the cool, soft dirt. "So when do these fireworks start, eh?"
"You want a real answer for that?"
Eddie laughed, a silky and yet bubbly sound. "You've got that, man. But not yet." He took a deep, refreshing lungful of sea air. "How do you find these places, man?"
"I got good eyes."
"I hear that." He closed his own, leaning back against the semisolid bars. "I hear that."
"You want a ginger ale?"
"Nope."
"How about an apple."
"Nope."
"I can..."
"Hesse." He said softly, enclosing his hand gently. "I just need you, holmes."
And Rey smiled. "I hear that."