"Mm." The sound of clothes being taken off was unmistakable. He hears Francis moving, hears the wet sound of the flannel being rubbed against itself. He keeps looking down at the book. Bark looks like this, the leaves look like that...
He glances up, and the tight thing inside his chest sends a shock through the rest of him again. He's seen plenty of men without their shirts before and it's never felt this way. But he'd seen Francis without it too, more than once, and never known...
It's hard to hold on to the thought. He looks down again, rolling his lips between his teeth, curling one hand into a fist and then loosening it again. Two rows of flat, dark green needles. Red berries...
He realises his thumb is tapping fast against the notebook paper. "But you don't even smell bad," he tries. "Just like herbs. And fish, but I'm well used to that by now. Aren't you?"
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Date: 2024-07-16 02:01 pm (UTC)He glances up, and the tight thing inside his chest sends a shock through the rest of him again. He's seen plenty of men without their shirts before and it's never felt this way. But he'd seen Francis without it too, more than once, and never known...
It's hard to hold on to the thought. He looks down again, rolling his lips between his teeth, curling one hand into a fist and then loosening it again. Two rows of flat, dark green needles. Red berries...
He realises his thumb is tapping fast against the notebook paper. "But you don't even smell bad," he tries. "Just like herbs. And fish, but I'm well used to that by now. Aren't you?"