it went a little like this:  When Tao wasn’t around, Kris ached for just a glimpse of him.  And when Kris touched him – just an accidental brush of hands or thighs as they sat next to each other in the van – he thought he was going to explode.  Exactly how many butterflies lived in his stomach, he wondered?

Whatever it was, it was the most irrationally painful and intensely hopeful feeling he had ever felt.

~2000 word one shot of the pairing I am currently completely obsesed with.  A wee bit of angst with a happy ending.