[ ...or they could do this, which is infinitely more enjoyable and induces much less stress.
It's hard to exist in the same space with Ian right now without thinking about every extremely diverting inch of him, the hand pressing firmly to the small of his back, smoothing down the absent wrinkles of his tee. He gets up, goes to work with the engineering team, pores over his little projects and doesn't even realize the charming picture he paints with his brow all knotted up over a problem, as infuriating as that same brow can be when it knits pleasantly in the apathetic, I don't really care, man nonchalance he wears so well. ]
I thought about this today.
[ Nate says in a mumbled rush, because every second he spends speaking is one less second spent tasting some kind of leftover alcohol burn in Ian's mouth, crawling down his throat and hooking in deep. Is it embarrassing? God, yeah. But he's long past the point of shame in pretending he's not attracted to this man. ]
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It's hard to exist in the same space with Ian right now without thinking about every extremely diverting inch of him, the hand pressing firmly to the small of his back, smoothing down the absent wrinkles of his tee. He gets up, goes to work with the engineering team, pores over his little projects and doesn't even realize the charming picture he paints with his brow all knotted up over a problem, as infuriating as that same brow can be when it knits pleasantly in the apathetic, I don't really care, man nonchalance he wears so well. ]
I thought about this today.
[ Nate says in a mumbled rush, because every second he spends speaking is one less second spent tasting some kind of leftover alcohol burn in Ian's mouth, crawling down his throat and hooking in deep. Is it embarrassing? God, yeah. But he's long past the point of shame in pretending he's not attracted to this man. ]