"You're perfect," Eddy said and in a fit of passion decided to lift the boy in his arms as he stood up.<br/><br/>He was still fit despite the added weight around his gut and Luke was appallingly light. It was so effortless he could ignore the flare of pain completely as he carried Luke to the bedroom, the strains of Louis Armstrongs raspy voice following after them.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Paul's apartment suite was on the 52nd floor, providing a gorgeous view of the city scape that seemed to stretch to the horizon. It was a wonder at night, with all the lights blaring brighter than the stars above. It was a little more subdued in the mornings, the sunrise watered down by the misty fog that usually disappeared by midmorning.<br/><br/>This was the time Paul preferred to wake, the light an eerie blue and the world quiet despite being located in the heart of the city. Usually Paul would take himself to his exercise room without waking Gabriel, but today he couldnt quite force himself out of the nest of blankets and pillows. Not with Gabriel laying there beside him, his pale back exposed and displaying every lash mark Paul had given him last night.<br/><br/>Paul just laid there for a while, admiring their shape, the way they shifted with Gabriel's every breath. They looked pink in the soft light, as airy as cotton candy and Paul wanted to put his mouth to them, bite down on those sweet lines to see if they would melt against his mouth.