[He probably should have known that the walk would do precious little to cool his roiling emotions. The entire way down, he can think only of the warmth of Joshua's smile, or the way his smile bleeds into his eyes. He barely notices if anyone else is in the kitchen. He barely remembers that he's here for something, and has to force himself to pull down a second mug to hold the cream. Better to not have to come running back to put the carton away.
And of course, on the way back, he finds himself lost in the thought of how Joshua feels. From each stolen kiss, to the softness of his skin, and of course how those strands of hair feel between Dion's fingers.
It shouldn't be any wonder that Dion inevitably stumbles in, faintly flushed. His eyes seek out Joshua almost desperately, a man dehydrated and stumbling into an oasis when he needs it most.
Fellas, is it gay - ]
I - have the cream.
[He quickly comes back into himself, realizing what a fool he looks, and turns away from Joshua once more. He hurries over to their waiting mugs and pours the cream in each — just a little less for himself, so Joshua can have all the more.]
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And of course, on the way back, he finds himself lost in the thought of how Joshua feels. From each stolen kiss, to the softness of his skin, and of course how those strands of hair feel between Dion's fingers.
It shouldn't be any wonder that Dion inevitably stumbles in, faintly flushed. His eyes seek out Joshua almost desperately, a man dehydrated and stumbling into an oasis when he needs it most.
Fellas, is it gay - ]
I - have the cream.
[He quickly comes back into himself, realizing what a fool he looks, and turns away from Joshua once more. He hurries over to their waiting mugs and pours the cream in each — just a little less for himself, so Joshua can have all the more.]