The Glitter Jungle:
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
Not in the long graceful limbs, stretching with such pleasure over soft, white linen. Not in the smooth skin, golden in the sunlight, peach-like tiny hairs glowing. Beauty isn't in the sharp, classical lines and angles of his body. It's not in hard, curved muscle, in sun kissed flesh. It isn't even in his brilliant dark eyes, mischievous glint in them, or in his grin, still a sharp smirk despite the lazy, sleepy expression.
It's in the eyes of two men who fight each other to the death over him.