I thought you would appreciate the peaches. I appreciate the peaches. Rodney appreciates the peaches (because the juice is warm on John's skin, and Rodney can taste it, taste peaches and sweetness and John, knows the flavour of him, and he can feel his stomach tighten and his eyelashes flutter closed, and he leans in)

I really should resist the urge to continue writing meandering, self-indulgent crap and just finish this bloody essay. All I need is three to four hundred words of a conclusion, and yet I am stymied. *cries softly*