Date: 2016-06-29 07:22 am (UTC)
rattlingthestars: (002)
Close my -?

[ Oh. Oh. Jim turns his head toward the opposite side of the tub, facing the wall, and obediently closes his eyes.

For, oh, half a second.

If Zell's looking, he might catch Jim peeking, just a little, before slaming his eyes closed again. It's not enough to get a clear picture, really, just flashes of muscled thighs and the familiar, ragged darkness at Zell's hip, and -

and -

well, that's about when Jim closes his eyes again and, this time, presses his forehead to the wall and tries to think of anything - doppler, beckett, the smell of the cabin back on the Legacy.

It's all working very well until Zell touches him, of course, and then everything's right back to hell.

(spoilers: jim likes hell, it's warm there.) ]


Hey.

[ He transfers his forehead from pressing against the wall to pressing against his own knees, but looks up playfully at Zell. ]

Way better, you're a lot closer now.
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