"Daniel picks up his beer. The cool glass against his palm reminds him briefly of the press of a metal chain against his hand in the playground, and he decides to ignore it."
"But they're both sitting right next to one another in one of the booths watching Chloe and Nick goof off on the dance floor, Daniel's thigh pressed against Andrae's knee, Andrae's shoulder against Daniel's arm, and Daniel's only taken aback a little when he feels the weight of Andrae's head leaning on his shoulder."
"Later on, when he's pressing Andrae against a wall in the bathroom and kissing him while Andrae's hands fumble with his belt, Daniel thinks, Oh, I am really going to regret this in the morning, aren't I?"
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Dear, brave Anonymous, I believe you may have pioneereed a new literary genre: erotic fan fiction about real people. If someone starts writing anything to do with Donald Trump, though, I am so out.
I'll never be able to look at this with innocent eyes again.
And an update: In case you can't get enough of this, there is a whole Livejournal community for Project Runway fan fiction. Oh Jesus.
Embarassed by proxy,