HT 100 Challenge #73 - Picture This
Toby lay on his stomach, his insides aching, hot, his thighs cooled by drying cum.
Listening carefully, he uncurled his fist, almost too scared to do it, too heartsick to not.
A piece of one of the photographs he'd found under his bunk lay crumpled and damp on his sweaty palm; a patch of blue sky with a curve of black across one ragged corner. He stroked the dark image - Genevieve's hair - calling up silk and honeysuckle.
Laying the scrap on the bed, he rested he cheek against it. He'd wait until Vern was snoring before he flushed it away.
Listening carefully, he uncurled his fist, almost too scared to do it, too heartsick to not.
A piece of one of the photographs he'd found under his bunk lay crumpled and damp on his sweaty palm; a patch of blue sky with a curve of black across one ragged corner. He stroked the dark image - Genevieve's hair - calling up silk and honeysuckle.
Laying the scrap on the bed, he rested he cheek against it. He'd wait until Vern was snoring before he flushed it away.