Elio lets his gaze trail over Oliver's hairy, sun-tanned chest, over the gold-glint of his mezuzah.
"Hold still, almost done," Oliver mumbles. He wipes the dried, red blood under Elio's nostrils with a crumpled, picnic napkin, as gently as possible.
He sends Elio one of those smiles that weakens him in the knees. Sometimes it's when they're swimming in the river, or bicycling alone, or across the room when Elio plays for his family.
Oliver's mouth slides over the pale, bony bridge of Elio's nose, pressing a series of tiny kisses.
When his hand reaches to cup his face, Elio quickly nips down on the V-joint between Oliver's thumb and forefinger, burrowing his teeth and suckling lightly, amused as the older man jolts in place, scolding him with a groaning, weak voice.
Oliver tastes like perspiration and his Momma's lavender-based hand soap, with just a hint of summery, airy heat clinging right onto him.
There's no place in Elio's heart for winter.
CMBYN isn't mine. I got to watch the movie a few months back and really thought it was neat! The complexities and emotions were portrayed accurately, and heart-wrenching, and did anyone else enjoy it too? Let me know! And let me know if you liked the fic too! Thanks very much!