Goodnight had to lean over Billy to reach the tray. He smelled of soap and shaving cream. Billy set his bowl aside as well. Neither of them had eaten very much.
"You're welcome," he murmured, because there was no need to speak up when they were terribly close together.
There was a line here. Billy was contemplating it, weighing the pros and cons here in a quick calculation of the cost-benefits of crossing that line. It was the sort of swift thinking that made him an excellent quick draw.
Goodnight was already leaning back to his side of the bed. Billy tilted after him, and slid his hand up Goodnight's thigh, bold and intentional.
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Date: 2016-11-23 04:49 am (UTC)"You're welcome," he murmured, because there was no need to speak up when they were terribly close together.
There was a line here. Billy was contemplating it, weighing the pros and cons here in a quick calculation of the cost-benefits of crossing that line. It was the sort of swift thinking that made him an excellent quick draw.
Goodnight was already leaning back to his side of the bed. Billy tilted after him, and slid his hand up Goodnight's thigh, bold and intentional.