Wow. This and the previous two stories just blew me away. You have a beautiful way of capturing that aching, longing feeling. It's rare to see hot sex and deep emotion woven so skillfully into the kind of genuine passion that can burn up the page or fry the electrons or maybe just blow the circuits of my brain.

And I really liked this imagery:

Because the places Charlie goes in his head are real, too. Sometimes he feels like he could get lost there, with ideas like exploding suns that swallow him up and the bridge that takes him there too fragile to hold. He wants to tell Don that sometimes he's afraid; that he wonders if someday the bridge will break apart and maybe there won't be any way to get back.

Thanks for this!
M.