"Sorry," Peter says without taking his eyes off of Nathan. First it had been Nathan's eyes that had him intrigued, then his lips - dusky pink, smooth and soft, glistening whenever he wets them with his tongue every couple of seconds - and now it's his shirt. It's just a plain white polycotton blend tee, but it looks so comfortable, and Peter loves plain white tees, especially when they're old and thin and so threadbare you can practically see through them-
"What the hell are you doing?"
Peter jumps at the sound of Nathan's voice, only then realizing that he's been touching Nathan's shirt, feeling the thin material slide between his thumb and forefinger with his eyes closed, imagining what it would feel like sliding over his own skin.
"Sorry," He apologizes again and put his hands firmly in his own lap.
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"Would you sit still?"
"Sorry," Peter says without taking his eyes off of Nathan. First it had been Nathan's eyes that had him intrigued, then his lips - dusky pink, smooth and soft, glistening whenever he wets them with his tongue every couple of seconds - and now it's his shirt. It's just a plain white polycotton blend tee, but it looks so comfortable, and Peter loves plain white tees, especially when they're old and thin and so threadbare you can practically see through them-
"What the hell are you doing?"
Peter jumps at the sound of Nathan's voice, only then realizing that he's been touching Nathan's shirt, feeling the thin material slide between his thumb and forefinger with his eyes closed, imagining what it would feel like sliding over his own skin.
"Sorry," He apologizes again and put his hands firmly in his own lap.
Nathan sighs. It's going to be a long car ride.