Locked - for Bach

[anddowntothesea]

He has no idea why he always ends up here. It's not like there aren't other places in town that he could go - not like there aren't bodies softer than Bach's, places where it's easier in the morning. He has no idea why he ends up here, other than it's easy, and Bach doesn't ask questions and it feels good while they're doing it.

So here he is.

He leans his shoulder against the doorframe and knocks.