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    He downed the rest of his glass in one quick motion, trying not to cough on it, and...half-succeeded. Just about.

    Jon just chuckled as he gasped and choked a little on the motion, the laugh soft and slow from a few feet away, and something in him thawed out a little more at the sound, the sight. His throat felt warm. All down through his chest, it spread, with a light burning playing through the caverns of his body as the wine warmed him from the inside out. As the relief dripped in, solid and easy and fucking painful. But sweet, still. Sweet.

    The light from the kitchen was playing off the curve of Jon's nose, catching in the breaks between strands of his hair, and it was worth every half-assed sensory-dulling deal and whatever bottle of putrid alcohol he had to force down to see it. To stay, and see it, and be present enough to feel how important it all was to him, again.
    (If he could just let it be.)
    It was worth it.
    He swallowed, and smiled around the lump in his throat. The aftertaste.
    "Next time, we'll get straight vodka, don't worry."

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    Jon and Martin get a little too drunk and confess their feelings. Talk. It’s as much of a disaster and a blessing as could be expected.

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    06 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    The best jmart confession fic ever.