look, i've found the hotspots

"Do something for ya, old man?"

Cole sighed: how easy it used to be to reach up to Vandham's face (never down, but close)!

All he could do was gesture - c'mere - and wait for the great firmament to descend, gentle giant in wait for affection.

The big man used to be more hotheaded, too; used to mouth off, in his own cagey (literally, belligerent) way, when Cole'd insist on kissing the centre of his scar, soft and slow, a promise and a release.

Now he just let all the tension sink out of his shoulders, arms tight around his man.