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Innamorato; Passionflower <3
Topic Started: Apr 10 2010, 08:22 PM (2,574 Views)
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Sal practically snorted with laughter around his coffee when Thomas put on his little Scottish accent. The blond’s eyes crinkled in the corners, the blue of them laughing as much as his lips. He kept his coffee in his hands as they settled in to watch the movie, Sal slouching comfortably with his knees spread and an arm resting over the top of the couch. His coffee mug, he balanced with one hand against his stomach.

The evening passed in comfortable, companionable bliss in Sal’s opinion. It was fun, even with them both remaining quiet as they watched the movie. Just the presence of another person beside him kept the slow roll of pleasure in the pit of his stomach, kept a soft smile in his eyes. The presence and the fact that by and by, Thomas really did end up relaxing – he went casual and soft and Sal couldn’t have been happier. The refined etiquette and manners were cute, and he didn’t really mind for all the hack he gave the brunet over it, but relaxed looked good on him.

Weight against his side and shoulder didn’t surprise him as much as it probably should have. It felt normal, like it was something that should happen and was supposed to happen. Either way, he cast a small glance down at the man’s face at his shoulder, noting the sleepy droop of his green eyes and relaxed, sluggish quality of the rest of his body. Damn. That Chamomile shit really did konk the guy out…

Sighing quietly, Sal adjusted a little so Thomas’ head was better pillowed against his chest and shoulder. His eyes returned to the images on the screen of his television as his hand resting against the back of the couch came down to the side of the brunet’s head. He started carding his fingers through the soft hair again, petting and mindlessly playing with it once more. Soothing and lulling the sleepy form against him without thought or hesitance, welcoming the weight against him like it belonged there.

If he thought about it, it might bother him. How he always managed to find himself in these tender little moments with the other man, the comfortable quality he had with him. He shouldn’t be able to sit back like this with another person leaning against him, his hand in their hair lulling them into the sleep they were headed for. It was practically cuddling in his opinion and 1: he wasn’t a cuddler, and 2: he was under the impression cuddling was an annoyance that came after sex, which he certainly hadn’t had this evening. Yet here he was, practically cuddling with a man he wasn’t even close to being sexually intimate with.

If he thought about it, he’d have become troubled by the whole thing, and the underlining implications of it that he didn’t want to face. But he didn’t think about it, not even briefly. He just watched the rest of the movie with Thomas against his side, leaning into him, and stroked the Brit’s hair.
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The Brit was much too relaxed to think much on it himself. Despite being sleepy, he was still ingrained in the movie on the screen before them. Though the gentle petting of his hair had his lids falling a bit lower over his eyes. A few chuckles escaped him, as the Scotts mass mooned the English forces. He leaned a little more into the blond.

Toward the end of the film, Thomas was damn near drifting off. His eyes would flip open a little, to end up almost fully closing. Though there was one part that seemed to rouse him. He gave a little jump, during the execution sequence.

"... Beheading... Not the way I wanna go," he murmured quietly, as one of his hands lifted to rub at his neck, subconsciously. He tipped his head up a bit then, though the pleasant look on his face faltered. Things clicked then, for the brunet. What the hell had he been doing? ... Leaning on the blond so casually and, he dare say, intimately...? A warm brush filled his cheeks...

He sat up gently and cleared his throat. "Sorry... Didn't mean to invade your personal space..." he apologized. His brows furrowed then, as he managed to glance at the blond. "Told you the Chamomile would hit me hard..." he added, chuckling nervously. His eyes flicked back to the TV as he watched the credits roll by. A hand slid up and down his arm a bit, smoothing down his sleeves. He stole a glance to his watch. Nearing 10:30...

"I guess I should probably get out of your hair now," he glanced back to Sal and spared him a faint smile. "I had fun." he added.
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Sal hummed in agreement to the beheading comment, smiling over the muddled, sleepy voice against his shoulder. He thumbed lightly against Thomas’ temple, brushing the pad of his finger over and through the soft hair there and occasionally grazing the top of an ear.

He felt Thomas tilt his head up and knew the moment the brunet realized the position he’d managed to put them into. Disappoint felt heavy in his stomach when the weight lifted off his side and Thomas shifted away. Sal let him though, hand returning to the back of the couch and biting back a sigh before it could escape him and reveal the disappointment. He chanced a glance over though, noting the flushed nature of the other man’s face. Charming.

Shifting, Sal brought both his arms down around his chest and slouched even further down on the couch. He gave his head a shake, speaking in a quiet tone as the credits to the movie rolled up the screen, “You didn’t.” Invade his personal space, he meant, though he didn’t bother to clarify. Not like he could come right out and tell the other man he’d enjoyed it, anyway. Not like he even SHOULD admit it.

He really needed to sit back and think about all of this. Needed to. But he didn’t want to. He’d rather remain ignorant to whatever the hell was up with him lately.

Sal looked over at the other man again when announced his intention of leaving now. His mouth opened to protest, but he gave it up with a sigh as he too noted the time. What was he even going to say, anyway? ‘No, stay here for the night? Crash on the sofa? Come back to be with me?’ None of it was really ok for different reasons. Especially the bed one… that was all kinds of wrong.

“Yeah…” he relented in the end, though he did so rather grudgingly. “You gonna make the drive ok? That liquid sleeping pill cup of tea of yours isn’t gonna konk you out in the middle of the road, is it?” He was half joking, half serious about that.
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Thomas took a breath or two. His body calmed. Good. And Sal seemed less than bothered. He supposed that was a good thing. His head lifted as he watched the other man slumped more into the couch.

Though he did bring up a good point with the Chamomile... and driving. Thomas pushed himself up from the couch. He rolled his shoulders back a bit. "... It's not that far of a drive. I think I'll be fine," Thomas gave a nod. Especially if he splashed some water on his face, maybe.

He turned then to look at the blond still sitting on the couch. "I guess I'll call you when I decide to go to Greenwood." he nodded. He smoothed himself out a bit. He didn't exactly bring anything with him, no jacket, no scarf. His pockets still held his phone and wallet, and of course the car keys. And his shoes were still on. So... he was ready to go.

Thomas was hesitant though... His eyes flicked over Sal, over his face. And perhaps to the blond's surprise, the brunet leaned down and his arms wrapped around his neck. A friendly embrace. He gave Sal a squeeze. "... Thanks for everything." he thanked him, for the second time that night. For dinner, for his shoulder, for the dessert, and the tea, the movie and of course his company.

He eased back finally, and his hands soon rested back at his sides. He waited for Sal to rise off the couch then, so the two of them could walk to the door. He looked up at Sal then, noting idly the two inch height he had on him. Wasn't much. Paul had had the height advantage on him too, so it wasn't anything new.

He gave Sal a smile. "Good night," he nodded. Turning, he headed out, and down the hall, for the stairs.

A day or two went by, relatively fast. No word from Thomas. Perhaps it was taking him a while to work up the nerve to even head to Greenwood.

The traffic at 'Salvatore's' was the same as usual on a weeknight. Crowded around seven, then tapered off again as the evening pressed on. It was around nine at night and the restaurant had grown empty. A car out front pulled up to the curb and soon a little ding over head the door jingled as a late night customer came in. His attention was on the people in the car outside, yelling things back and forth at them. Likely pizza toppings and the like. His brown hair was disheveled and shaggy. Ragged jeans and hoodie with sneakers made up his attire. Maybe a college kid?

He stopped by the counter and his head tipped up. He put on a grin then. "Hope I'm not bothering you all, but my friends and I have the late night munchies. Michelle just insisted we get some of 'Salvatore's'. No other pizza would do," he chuckled a bit. He looked right at Sal, with a bright pair of green eyes.
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Sal chewed at his bottom lip and nodded, as satisfied with the answer as he was going to be. If Thomas thought he’d be fine, than he had no real place protesting. Besides, Thomas had a good head on his shoulders. Sal was confident the brunet wouldn’t do something foolish like drive off if he knew he was going to pass out at the wheel.

When Thomas stood, Sal was at a bit of a crossroads. He didn’t normal walk his ‘guests’ to the door when they left. But, Thomas hadn’t been that sort of guest, so maybe he should this time. Or maybe not. He couldn’t decided, brow furrowing a little as he attempted to work out what he wanted to do and what he should do; it’d be polite, right?

He hadn’t fully made a decision when suddenly Thomas was crouching down to him and Sal turned slightly startled blue eyes on the man. Arms went around him, around his neck and he was still as stone at first, confused. When he realized what was happening, a silent breath left him and his brow twitched, hand lightly landing on Thomas’ back, returning the friendly embrace. His heart was hammering in his chest by the time the brunet pulled back, the hug making his mind up for him. He swiftly got to his feet then and followed Thomas to the door, opening it for him and letting the man out with a goodbye and half wave.

He stood in the doorway and watched until Thomas was on the stairs and out of sight. Sighing, he leaned against the door jam and lightly knocked the side of his head on the painted wood.

He was sooo fucked.

Two days later, Sal knew for sure there was something intensely wrong with him. Thomas hadn’t called yet, which shouldn’t be a problem except it was. And he was being ridiculous about it. He kept his phone on him at all times; at home, at work, whenever he went into town for whatever. He’d smoked himself through two whole packs of cigarettes in two days. Even Jimmy and Cecelia had noticed the anxiousness in him, but he’d managed to avoid having to spill his stupid guts to them about how he was waiting for a call from his dead brother’s widowed fiancée and was freaking out because he hadn’t called yet and he missed the sound of his voice. And his silly manners. And his hair and the way it felt to sit beside him.

Yeah, he definitely wasn’t explaining all of that to anyone. Because it was so wrong. Thomas was Paul’s. The guy had been going to marry his brother and was still grieving over his loss. And even though Sal’s mind knew that, apparently the rest of his body didn’t give a shit. Which just made it worse.

Around nine o’clock that Tuesday night, Sal was alone in the pizzeria. He’d sent Jimmy and Cecelia home an hour ago and the place was pretty much closed up for the night. He’d decided to stay late, cleaning and doing a bunch of pointless crap he really didn’t need to in order to distract himself from the fact that another day had gone by and Thomas still hadn’t called.

The chime of the bell caught his ear, but he didn’t look over as he wiped down his counters. He sighed, catching pieces of the shouted dialog coming from the car of college kids outside the door… technically, the place was closed and he could snap off about that, but… well, he was still here looking for a distraction. Might as well take the orders and let himself be distracted.

He let go of the towel and braced his hands on the counter, looking up at the guy in his door. “Lucky for Michelle I’m in a givin’ mood. Whatdoya want?” He lifted a hand as if to gesture the guy closer to the counter so the order could be given without having to talk across the restaurant about it, but he stopped mid motion.

In his defense, he’d been thinking about green eyes and soft, shaggy brown hair an awful lot the last two days. It couldn’t really be held against him when he found a matching description standing in front of him and his entire body instantly reacted to the familiar, desired sight. Of course, he knew it wasn’t Thomas. The guy was younger and didn’t actually look too much like the Brit aside from size, hair and eyes… and his dress and voice was all wrong. But Sal latched on to what was similar, and ignored the rest.

He adjusted his stance and leaned on the counter on his elbows, looking at the other man with a put on casualness and gestured him over. It was easy to slip into the right mindset and mirror his posture to it, easy to make himself approachable if not blatant about his interest. He’d gotten good at it over the years, after all.
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Outside in the car looked like 4 other young students. A mix of boys and girls. They'd turned up the stereo, pounding some 80's music through the car's speakers, loud enough to vibrate the floor. The brunet glanced over his shoulder toward the door and he smirked. Rowdy bunch, his friends were.

The impostor was of course very oblivious to the fact the man in front of him had happened to have been thinking about his eye color and hair shade for the past 48 hours or so. Though he couldn't help himself from mildly checking the pizzeria guy up and down. He'd be lying if he said Sal was anything other than handsome.

The student stepped in closer. He had an amiable smile on his face. He leaned against the counter. "We want a large pizza. Half black olives with pepperoni, and the other half green peppers, onions and beef. Can ya hook us up?" he nodded. He was already sliding his hand to the back of his jeans to yank out his wallet.

"Drinks would be great too," the younger man added. He stole a glance around the quiet, empty restaurant, and he chewed on his bottom lip in a rather adorable fashion. "You weren't closing up already were you?" he added then grinned sheepishly. "Real nice of ya to make us a pizza despite..." he nodded, then clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Seems he had a stud in his tongue...

There came a few honks from outside, and the brunet looked back over his shoulder. "Be patient, ya fuckers!" he laughed, loud enough he hoped they could hear.
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The smile was nice. Not a perfect match, but close enough that Sal felt the resignation in his stomach. He wanted to get the kid back to his place; sure, it was a bit whorish on his part, but he was at least honest with himself about it. Also, as terrible as he knew it made him, he acknowledged that he wanted the kid basically because he looked enough like Thomas to placate him. He probably would have been interested even without that – the kid was good looking after all – but he wasn’t fool enough to think the similarities to the Brit wasn’t the real reason why.

If he was going to hell, might as well make sure he got a suite amongst the rooms.

“No problem,” Sal nodded as the toppings were specified, turning to get out some dough and started to knead it in his hands. Keeping one eye on the brunet at his counter. He flashed a smile and winked when the student recognized that the place was actually closed for the night. He didn’t say anything about it though, just worked the dough until it was ready to be pressed out. He hadn’t failed to hear the cling of a stud in the kid’s tongue; Sal licked his lips and turned his head to hide a grin. He knew well enough what something like that could add to a tumble.

He glanced towards the window, seeing the group of the kid’s friends yammering and horsing around in the waiting car outside. He nodded his chin out towards them, “Fun night?”
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The brunet turned his attention back to Sal. He grinned at the wink and dashing little smile. His hands rested on the counter, as he got up on his toes in the attempt to get a better view of Sal making the pizza.

"Mm... I guess," he chuckled. "Had our last finals for the semester yesterday. So we had to go celebrate" he mused quietly. He stretched his arms above his head then, causing his hoodie and shirt beneath to ride up, exposing a sliver of a slender stomach and tempting belly button. His hands then rested behind his head as he watched Sal work.

"You always here during the evening shift?" the younger asked. "Must get a bit tiring, putting up with late night people coming in demanding pizza when you're about to go," he mused. He sunk his teeth into his plush bottom lip as his eyes slowly eased down the back of the blond, stopping at his ass clad in his jeans. A devious little twinkle filled the boy's eye, but he said nothing.

"... You got a name?" he added, conversationally. As if it really mattered, but it was better than standing around in silence.
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Sal nodded in acknowledgment as the other told him about finals and stuff that Sal wasn’t really all that interested in. But, conversation was kinda important if he was going to actually get this going how he wanted it to. He dropped the dough with a thump on the counter and started pressing it out with his fingers and the heels of his palms into the proper size for a large.

He made an amused sound at the back of his throat, aware of the younger watching and looking over him. So far so good. “Yah, would be tirin’, annoyin’ as shit too, if I’d actually been about to go.” He shot a look back at the brunet, “Which I wasn’t. So you’re good.” He rolled his shoulders with the movement of his hands, perhaps even flexing a bit more than usual for show for the watching student, letting the muscle in his back pull and bunch beneath the thin tank he was wearing. “I stay late when I’m looking for distraction,” he admitted in the end.

Dough pressed into the proper size, he got out his sauce and spread it out thickly, using the butt of the spoon for it to paint the dough red. Cheese went on just as thickly, next. He grinned and his brow jumped as he began dueling out pepperoni on one side of the pizza.

“Sure I got a name. Don’t we all?” He turned the grin at the kid again, brow arched and teasing. “Place is called ‘Salvatore’s’. I own this place. That would make me Sal. Who are you?”
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The young brunet watched with intrigued eyes as their pizza 'boy' continued to work out the dough. His eyes trailed along his shoulders, and down his arms. His upper row of teeth were still planted firmly in his lower lip, though the corners of his mouth had upturned in a coy little smile.

"Oh really? ... That's really cool," the student laughed. "Your own pizza place. You a bit of an entrepreneur, huh?" he asked, with bright green eyes. Little did he know, the place had been started by Sal's father. But he didn't need to know that did he?

"Name's Andy. Pleased to meet you Sal," he introduced himself. He leaned a bit more on the counter, holding up his weight on his elbows and arms that rested on the smooth surface. His hips swayed a bit, back and forth... backside popped out against his jeans.

"How long does it take the pizza to bake?" he asked. Not because he was hurried. More out of curiosity.

"... Bet your girlfriend's wanting you to get on home," he threw that... investigative line out there. A round about way of asking if the other man was single. Sal had probably heard similar lines before.
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“Guess so,” Sal answered as olives joined the pepperonis. He didn’t bother explaining the whole ‘dad built it up, I just took over when he kicked it’ spiel. After all, it wasn’t important that the kid knew all about that. He moved on to the other side of the pizza, crumbling beef over the cheese. “I’ll take 10, maybe 15 minutes for this cook up. Why? You in a hurry?” He tucked another grin at the kid, “Can’t rush good food. Michelle shoulda asked for McDonalds if she wanted instant.”

The subtle little fishing question wasn’t so subtle to Sal. He smirked, well aware of what was really being asked. He added the onion and peppers to the beef side of the pizza and turned to slide the whole thing into the oven to bake. Once done, he hadn’t yet answered and picked up the towel, wiping off his hands as he turned to the counter where the kid was leaning. He noted the movement on his hips and the jut of his backside. It was fun when you could pick up on blatant signals like this.

Sal propped himself on the counter on his hands directly in front of the student, crowding him a little and letting his smirk show openly. “If you wanna ask, you should just ask.” He wet his bottom lip with a quick flick of his tongue, “There’s no girl waitin’ at home. Yes, I’m single. Yes, I’m interested. What’s your schedule like the rest of the night, Andy.”

His smirk stayed in place as he waited for and watched the younger male’s reaction. "Would Michelle and the gang be awful sore if you skipped out on the after exam pizza party?"
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Andy shook his head as Sal told him how long the pizza would take. "Not really. Not like we have to be anywhere. The idiots out there just get impatient," he smirked a little. He watched Sal add the last of the toppings and soon pop the pizza into the oven.

What he hadn't expected was for the blond to stalk up to the counter, and leaning in plenty close. He stared, with wide green eyes. Needless to say, his heart rate shot up a few notches, especially as Sal let out his blatant response to what he'd thought would be perceived as an innocent question. No girl. Single. Interested. A light pinkness dusted over his cheeks.

"Skipping..." he murmured the verb of the blond's last sentence. He wet his own lips, as his eyes flicked off to the side, glancing out at the car out front. His gaze went back to Sal then. His friends would be kind of sore if he did skip. But on the other hand... with such an offer just laid out before him, how the hell was he suppose to go enjoy a party now? He had Sal on the brain, as he stood there, in such a close proximity to the blond... except for the counter in the way.

"... I think I can," he spoke quietly, hushed. "I see them all the time so..." he spoke, as if needing to justify himself. His eyes met Sal's then. His skin was prickling now with excitement. "... Is your place nearby?" he spoke, his tone going low, and a tad husked now with each word that left his plush pink lips.

Now all they had to do was give the other's their pizza... and book it.
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Score. Sal mentally congratulated himself over a job well done as he watched the brunet take the bait. He could justify it however he liked, Sal didn’t care. The only important part in Sal’s book was that he’d gotten an agreement out of the kid. The smirk pulled, blue eyes studying the green and the fall of dark hair over his face. While asked about the location of his place, Sal reached up and adjusted the fall of the brunet’s hair around his forehead… there. That was how Thomas kept it.

“Three blocks down from here,” he nodded, answering as he settled his hand back on the counter. He looked over the face in front of him again, focusing on the matching points and filling in the rest with his mind. “Not far.”

He’d never wanted to rush a pizza more in all his life. Forget wrong and right, forget what an awful, sick person this probably made him. He needed this. He’d spent Sunday and Monday night tossing and turning all night, too strung out on thoughts to even call anyone over. He’d been too absorbed in thinking about the other man to even want anything from anyone else. But now he had a chance, with Andy, to get this out of his system without actually fucking things over with the Brit himself.

“What kind of drinks do your friends want?” He asked, still watching Andy’s eyes. He’d put those together while they waited for the pizza, then he’d box the thing up and let the brunet handle his friends. Then… the stress relief could begin.
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The younger male's eyes widened again as Sal's hand lifted and brushed some of his dark hair from his face, unknowingly having it altered enough to better resemble Thomas' hair. His eyes softened as his hand fell away. Three blocks... Not very far.

Okay so it wasn't necessarily typical for Andy to just ... sleep around. He had to equate it to being rather sexless during his studies and exams. This was a night to relax and enjoy himself... No harm no foul right? ...

When his attention was brought back to the order he'd made, he glanced to the menu. "Two cokes, a Dr. Pepper and an orange soda," he gave a nod. Only four drinks. He wasn't going to be joining his friends after the order was done.

He felt a warm tingle over take his system as Sal went about fixing up the drinks. Andy smiled faintly. "... You work fast," he mused quietly. Double meaning perhaps? He worked fast at his job. Worked fast at... picking up people he was interested in. Both good, for the moment.

When the pizza was done, he watched Sal go about taking it from the oven, slicing it, and getting it into the pizza box. Remembering he had to pay, Andy yanked his wallet out, and pulled out a twenty. Should fit the bill.

With drinks and the pizza box in hand, he gave Sal a wink. "I'll be back in a sec..." he murmured as he hurried out to the car, tight little ass swaying all the way out the door. A few minutes passed, as the box was soon given to the waiting students in the car, a long with the drinks. Some discussion took place... then a loud squeal from the two females in the group.

The car drove off shortly, and Andy felt a nervous twitch in his gut. He glanced back to the pizza joint behind him, and he turned slowly. The brunet opened up the door and peeked in at Sal. "... So... we're going?" he asked, almost turning a bit demure in those moments.
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Order filled and everything squared away, Sal watched Andy take the food and drinks out to his friends. While the kid said whatever he had to, Sal wiped down the counter he’d used and shut down the ovens. No more hanging around and doing pointless chores – his night had become increasingly more interesting at this point. And this distraction was a far better one than reordering toppings on racks, scrubbing counters and cleaning ovens all night.

He was coming out around the counter when Andy poked his head back in, fishing keys out of his jeans. He turned off the lights of the pizzeria and nodded as he joined the brunet out on the sidewalk. “Yup,” was his simple reply, locking up the door.

Fishing out a cigarette, he offered the pack for the student to take one if he wanted. He lit up and led the way down the sidewalk towards the brick apartment building down the way. It really wasn’t that far of a trip and they were taking the stairs up to his place before too long, Sal unlocking the door and pushing it in to let Andy inside ahead of him.

He hadn’t done much by way of talking while they walked, trapped in his own head over what he was about to do. He was about to take a kid into his room, who he’d known all of half an hour or so, and pound him into his mattress while thinking about Thomas Hayward. His dead brother’s widowed fiancée. It was sick and it was wrong, but as he stubbed out his cigarette on the ashtray on his coffee table and toed off his sneakers, turning to look at the brunet in the room with him, he found that he really just didn’t fucking care.

“You are legal, right?” Sal asked, smirking, joking and only maybe a tiny bit serious. “Late night pizza makin' is a treat, but cops at my door because I fucked a minor would be really annoyin'.”

He reached for the hem of his tank and yanked it up off of him as he headed for the door to his bedroom, motioning for Andy to follow him in. Scrubbing a hand over his hair, Sal dropped the shirt by his dresser and crossed over to his bed – covered in a push, navy comforter and simple, soft sheets. Unmade from the morning – he sat on the edge, bare chested and tingling, and reached over to flick the lamp on his bedside table on. He watched Andy come in, blue eyes sliding over the other from head to toe and back before gesturing him to him with a jerk of his chin.
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