He feels beaten inside, tired and bruised, but it's not unpleasant. It's the kind of tired he used to get after hard PT, back before those letters stood for something harder and much more painful, the kind of tired that allows for deep sleep. And he will sleep, he thinks.
Eventually.
He palms Neil's hip, parting his lips into something that isn't quite a kiss. He can feel his brain cycling up again and he tries to find the brake for it. God, just once, he wants to be left alone with this gorgeous boy who, for some reason, feels like he wants to stake some kind of claim here.
His fingers are still sticky. He's kind of sticky everywhere. He couldn't possibly care any less. "You're incredible," he breathes, and he means it in every sense of the word.
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Eventually.
He palms Neil's hip, parting his lips into something that isn't quite a kiss. He can feel his brain cycling up again and he tries to find the brake for it. God, just once, he wants to be left alone with this gorgeous boy who, for some reason, feels like he wants to stake some kind of claim here.
His fingers are still sticky. He's kind of sticky everywhere. He couldn't possibly care any less. "You're incredible," he breathes, and he means it in every sense of the word.