May 03, 2004 06:30
Well, I've been inspired by Maverick. Thanks.
And I still haven't posted the Chris one...the one I wrote last week. I dunno...I think I'm more comfortable writing Toby.
Touch
He touches my chest. My sweaty forehead. His hand on the towel he throws over my back. Palm curved to where shoulder and neck meet. I realize with a shock what his touch is doing to my body. My nipples harden. The tightness in my chest, the stirring in my groin. I barely manage to respond to his whispered "You all right?"
His body stretches out...dark line of hair down his belly. My fingers ache to touch him - to follow that line down. I lie on my bunk until his breathing evens out. As he sleeps, I touch myself, instead.
w: dustandroses,
ch 052 self-gratification