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[makes_a_law]

It was midmorning and already heating up in the tenements district, and the reflected heat from the roof shingles wasn’t making it any easier. Tom had long since tossed his shirt away, working in thrift store khakis and battered work boots as he moved up and down the steep edges of the roof, carrying a dark bucket of pitch and mismatched

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[blackhole_heart]

I'm not nervous.

Okay, that's a fuckin' lie. This has the potential to be really fucking awkward and even getting over here was probably a chore for both of us. We're twitchy and anxious, have been since we fucking woke up this morning, curled up together and still naked on top of the sheets. It was a long, long trip out here, or at least, it seemed that way.

Now, though, standing on the porch and hearing him call down to that old woman who isn't hear, I manage a smirk, leaning over the rail and craning my neck to look up at him.

"Don't got any lemonade. Sorry."

[manusgemini]

It's weird, seeing Hobbes again, and like this. There doesn't seem to be a whole lot of point in pretending that it isn't. What he's not sure about yet is whether or not there's any point in trying not to stare a bit.

It's not like cheating, he tells himself. It's not anything like that, not anymore. Last night fucking erased all the ways in which it had been, and what's left in its place... he's not certain what the word for that would be.

Just let it happen.

"Yeah," he says, shuffling his feet against the concrete and shading his eyes. "And I kinda wonder if you do know what the fuck you're doing."

[makes_a_law]

It's about the last thing that he's expecting. He spun on a heel, peering over the edge of the roof with a look so startled it had to have been worth a few laughs. A few nails slipped out of his fingers, clattering down the roof.

They were here. Both of them. Together.

"I -" Tom licked his lip, making a half hearted effort to move to the edge of the roof.

"I thought you were my land lady."

[blackhole_heart]

Squinting up at him, sun stinging my eyes, I duck out of the way when a couple nails come tumbling off the edge of the roof, coughing out a laugh and calling out, "Watch it."

He looks... Well, he looks good, and a glance back at Mike shows that he's noticed it too. Seeing him half naked reminds me that I've seen him fully naked, which inevitably reminds me of other things.

Jesus.

"You gonna come down or what?"