Huh, I was 100% convinced I’d added this here years ago, because although it shouldn’t work, it very, very much does!
Strangers to the Fire, by gwyneth rhys (gwyneth)
This is what his hands have tried to grasp since he knew what desire was, the prayer his burning mouth has longed to say.
Adult, canon-divergence. This fixes my biggest gripe with Kings, namely that they didn’t keep the David/Jonathan relationship from the Bible (one of my very favourites).