For the key challenge

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A dodecal, this time (which, they tell me, is a story of exactly 144 words).

Bringing back not-so-fond memories of a recent con I attended:



Fraser snuggled closer to the warm body beside him. He inhaled the sweet, musky scent of his friend and partner. He revelled in the sensation of bare skin on skin. He assured himself that there was truly nothing about this man he didn't love completely and whole-heartedly, from his spiky hair to his knobbly knees to his elegant feet.

It wasn't working. They had been lovers for three days, now, and for three nights he'd been unable to sleep.

He carefully disengaged himself from Ray and gingerly sat up. And glared at Ray's back. Then turned and glared at Diefenbaker, who was curled up on the floor beside the bed.

He pondered for a moment the bizarre auditory coincidence that both man and beast would be snoring in the same key. Then he shook his head, grabbed his pillow, and headed for the couch.