The smell of dark coffee always brought him the same memories. Memories of expensive suits, black specs and tidy hair. Of clean sheets, fancy wine and rain. Those times when he was almost thirty years old and ignorant, he had just been promoted and he was ready to take over the world. For the first time his company was sending him on business trips, he got to see the most beautiful countries, to eat the most exotic foods, to visit the most expensive places and meet the most important, spoiled and corrupted people.

Then he met him.

And he was simply gorgeous.

xxx

This minific is the extended version of the seventh drabble I wrote for my Imagine collection.
You can find the AU edit for this story here.