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windandwater It was in his eyes.
God, did he even know what the hell he LOOKED like?!
Those wide, beautiful, violet eyes, staring up at him in the most irresistably honest, open and EAGER expression. His lips were opened partly, breath coming in short, breathy gasps. There was a noticable flush across his cheeks -- noticable only if he was trying to look you in the eye and was only a few inches away from your own face, that was.
Eager.
Willing.
Damn.
He tried to force his own eyes away from the damn-sexy sight in front of him. But he couldn't. It had been too long. He had missed too much. Now he was confronted with the boy that haunted his dreams -- convieniently all grown up to boot. He didn't know. He couldn't know. How could he know what he looked like, sprawled across the back of the sofa, leaning all his weight on his chest and elbows so that he was tilted forward? He looked that one good tug would have him over the back of the couch and in your arms on the floor.
God... he wanted to take him right there on the living room floor.
Then the boy leaned forward more, his black tank top gaping so that there was the tiniest flash of pale chest. Chestnut braid followed the rules of gravity and fell forward, hanging over the boy's right shoulder and bumping into his leg. And if that gentle contact wasn't enough, one slim arm left its place on the couch and reached out, holding lightly to the sleeve of his shirt.
"Can we, Solo?" Duo asked brightly. Solo's eyes were drawn down to where Duo's pink lips formed those simple syllables. "Come on! Come with me! It'll be fun!"
It would have taken a stronger man than Solo to resist.
So he didn't.
God, did he even know what the hell he LOOKED like?!
Those wide, beautiful, violet eyes, staring up at him in the most irresistably honest, open and EAGER expression. His lips were opened partly, breath coming in short, breathy gasps. There was a noticable flush across his cheeks -- noticable only if he was trying to look you in the eye and was only a few inches away from your own face, that was.
Eager.
Willing.
Damn.
He tried to force his own eyes away from the damn-sexy sight in front of him. But he couldn't. It had been too long. He had missed too much. Now he was confronted with the boy that haunted his dreams -- convieniently all grown up to boot. He didn't know. He couldn't know. How could he know what he looked like, sprawled across the back of the sofa, leaning all his weight on his chest and elbows so that he was tilted forward? He looked that one good tug would have him over the back of the couch and in your arms on the floor.
God... he wanted to take him right there on the living room floor.
Then the boy leaned forward more, his black tank top gaping so that there was the tiniest flash of pale chest. Chestnut braid followed the rules of gravity and fell forward, hanging over the boy's right shoulder and bumping into his leg. And if that gentle contact wasn't enough, one slim arm left its place on the couch and reached out, holding lightly to the sleeve of his shirt.
"Can we, Solo?" Duo asked brightly. Solo's eyes were drawn down to where Duo's pink lips formed those simple syllables. "Come on! Come with me! It'll be fun!"
It would have taken a stronger man than Solo to resist.
So he didn't.