ZOMG!

and he never felt comfortable admitting more feeling for a person than the passing lust he looked at all those girls with. It was how Riff knew he was special to Cain, because he didn’t say anything at all.

and

And Riff stayed nearby because seeing Cain this way, quiet and thoughtful as soft and passionate fingers trailed lightly over glass bottles and left smudges on metal decanters, gave him a pleasure that little else could. He closed his eyes and shivered imperceptibly at the thought of those fingers trailing softly over him. He remembered Cain’s hand as it had landed on his shoulder earlier that day as he’d handed the towel over and turned to stalk naked to the changing area.

I love it! Seriously, I'm just....wow. *hearts you*

I can totally see it. The little touches that are part of their daily lives, never acknowledged outwardly, but inwardly cherished by each of them.