[ It was precisely the kind of closeness William expected him to stray away from for a while after this... but instead here was Al tying his tie, his strong hands brushing against his throat, his face so close Birkin could smell the merlot lingering on his breath. He seemed completely absorbed in his task, as though entirely unaware of the racing of his friend's heart and the sudden shortness of breath that had nothing to do with the return of the tie.
God, he was gorgeous. It wasn't fair for somebody that good-looking to be possibly straight. He swallowed dryly, meeting his eyes when he looked up. ]
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God, he was gorgeous. It wasn't fair for somebody that good-looking to be possibly straight. He swallowed dryly, meeting his eyes when he looked up. ]
Yeah, that's... that's better, I guess.