[He lingers for a while, hand drifting between stroking Eddie and Steve’s hair in turn. Only a while - he pulls himself away to catch the nurse on her way, tells her Eddie’s out cold and could she give him an another hour, please? It’s enough time for him to change into shorts and basketball shirt, slip back inside and slowly rouse Steve awake.
A careful stroke against his cheek, a knuckle smoothing his hair from his forehead. He murmurs his name, a soft wake up sleeping beauty. Lets him come to at his own pace before he glances to the door.
The late afternoon light is nice. Bathes them both in orange hues that makes them look real beautiful. Billy feels that possessive pull again, like he’s part animal trying to sink his scent into their skin. Maybe he can, one day. ]
Nurses are coming soon, pretty boy. You gonna be okay to drive? Or should I call Buckley?
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A careful stroke against his cheek, a knuckle smoothing his hair from his forehead. He murmurs his name, a soft wake up sleeping beauty. Lets him come to at his own pace before he glances to the door.
The late afternoon light is nice. Bathes them both in orange hues that makes them look real beautiful. Billy feels that possessive pull again, like he’s part animal trying to sink his scent into their skin. Maybe he can, one day. ]
Nurses are coming soon, pretty boy. You gonna be okay to drive? Or should I call Buckley?