Kurt felt most at home in the dark. He could often be found, or rather, not found, on the campus at night. His natural abilities allowed him to disappear into the shadows quite effectively; he always took full advantage of them, as he was doing now. Teleporting from tree to tree, he alternated between exploring the grounds (a very different place at night), enjoying the solitude, and keeping an eye on the twilight activities of the school. Kurt is currently enjoying the 'floor show', as Evan is attempting to wow Kitty with some particularly choice boarding moves. Kitty is the very image of passionate interest. She clutches her books to her chest, stares skyward, and keeps checking her watch. Finally, with heaving shoulders that indicate a sigh of utter relief, she turns back towards the school, followed by Evan, who's scrambling to catch up. Recognizing his cue, Kurt readies himself for teleport to the kitchen. He doesn't make it. He stops cold, distracted by the play of the shadows on a crouching figure below. "Toad?!"
Todd , having been staring off into space for quite some time now, jumps at the sound of someone's voice cutting through his hazy thoughts and bringing him back into reality. He quickly composes himself, however, and brings his body closer to the ground, ready to defend himself. "Who's there, yo?"
Kurt teleports to a limb just above Toad's head, wraps his tail around the trunk, and drops. He hangs there, upside-down eyes giving curious looks to right-side-up ones. "Your friendly neighborhood Nightcrawler. And can I ask what you're doing here, 'yo'?"
Todd jumps back in surprise, slamming against the tree trunk in the process. If he felt any pain, though, his face doesn't register it; instead, it goes through a quick variety of other emotions: shock to confusion to recognition to, finally, settling on laid-back--complete with half-lidded eyes and a lop-sided grin. "Yo, blue-boy. I'm just relaxing out here, yanno? I like to come here and chill sometimes, s'at okay with you?"
Kurt wrinkles his nose. "Not really, no. I doubt anyone up there," he points at the institute over his shoulder, "...would. People tend to be freaked out by the thought of an enemy 'chilling' around their home."
Todd blinks, his smug expression fading into that of genuine shock as he looks around. "Wait a minute, how did I--" /Play it cool, yo/ he tells himself. "Er, I mean.. yeah, I come here to chill. Ain't no crime in that, right? It's not like I done anything wrong." He stands abprubtly, only to double over in a coughing fit immediately after. "I--" cough. "I--" cough. "ARGH! I was just chilling, yeah, but I already told you that. I'll," he looks around again, more than a bit confused, before continuing, "I'll just go now." Coughing a couple more times, he turns on his heel and stuffs something in his back pocket, not entirely sure of where he's going. "Security..cams..lasers," he mumbles to himself. "How'd I get past 'em.." A small, child-like giggle escapes him as he wanders around, aimlessly.
Kurt watches Toad weave through the trees. "Last time I checked, trespassing WAS a crime." Tolansky goes from west to east and back again, some times swaying clumsily and others barely missing a tree. He seems even more rebelliously relaxed than usual. Kurt decides it's time to put a stop to things. He debates on whether to call someone down from the institute, but Toad's behavior has him confused, and curious. "Mind if I ask what you think you're doing?"
Todd snickers. "Ya got me," he says, then shakes his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. "Aw Jesus.." He stops only a few inches away from where he began and idly scratches his head, looking around. "Eh, can you help me get out of here?"
Kurt eyes Todd, cynically. "It's not that hard, just keep walking until you hit the wall. What is up with you anyway?"
Todd closes his eyes, as if the directions are complicated and he's trying to keep them straight. "Um.. which way is the wall? And, what do you mean, what's up with me, yo?" A nervous giggle. "Nothing's up, I'm just--am I talking too loud?" Todd coughs a little, then continues, "'cause I feel like I'm talking too loud.. and too fast," though, he's actually talking at a more relaxed pace than normal, "and Jesus, the moon is bright."
Kurt blinks. "Are you..er..feeling all right? You're not sick, are you, because I sure don't want to catch it." He backs away a few steps. Todd sighs, giggles, and growls in frustration, all in a matter of five seconds. "Look, you have to promise not to call the cops.. promise me that, I'll tell you what's up, and you can get me outta here, yeah?"
Kurt doesn't need long to mull the offer over. If he were being truthful to himself, the idea of the cops crawling around their happy home made him more nervous than Toad's presence. Better the enemy you know, and all. But that whatever Toad was doing warranted police? That was disconcerting. Still, Toad hadn't shown any aggression yet. As long as things stayed that way... "Fine, no cops. Let's go, you can give confession while we walk." He beckons Toad with a wave then starts for the east side of the wall.
Todd releases a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and obediently follows the other boy. "Okay, see--" he tries, but how do you start a conversation like this? "--see, I don't really know how I got here. I kinda.. um, borrowed something from Lance, and well--am I talking too loud? Never mind. Fuck."
Kurt asks, "Borrowed? Borrowed what, what's going on?"
Todd growls. "Do you always ask so many questions, yo?" He abruptly stops in his tracks and pulls a baggie out of his pocket, waving it in Kurt's face. At first, it almost looks empty, but a closer examination reveals what looks to be green grains lining the bottom. "This, okay? I borrowed THIS."
Kurt gapes. "What are you...where did he...Do you have any idea how much trouble you can get into with that?!" Even as the words leave his mouth he realizes how stupid they are. "Never mind, this is YOU we're talking about. Trouble is your middle name, ja?"
Todd stuffs the baggie back in his pocket and casts a heated glare in Kurt's direction. "I ain't looking for a lecture, fuzzball. You don't now what it's like to be in my shoes, so back the fuck off." He resumes walking, still clueless as to where he's going, but at least it's something to do... he feels so twitchy. "It's hard at the boarding house," he adds, hoping Kurt will start leading him again. "Your mommy works us hard, yo."
Kurt glares, his fur bristling at the mention of Mystique. "Oh please. Try taking lessons from Logan, then we'll talk about working hard." He pushes past Toad, shoving slightly with his shoulder as he walks off in the direction opposite Toad's wanderings. "Do you have any idea what that stuff does to you?"
Todd mumbles, "I wasn't talking about working us hard physically..." His jaw tightens when Kurt pushes passed him, but he can't muster the spite to push back in his relaxed state. "Hey, don't treat me like I'm some ignorant kid here. Of course I know what it does to me--it calms my fucking nerves, okay?" He shoves his hands in his pockets, intent on keeping quiet, but adds as an after thought, "Not that it's any of your business, but tonight was my first time, okay? This is how Lance deals and he seems pretty controlled when he's stoned--'course he did grope my ass a couple of times--so I figured I'd be okay. Which I am. I'm totally relaxed and in control." To demonstrate this, he trips over his own feet and lands flat on his face.
"Oh yeah, some control. You can't even manage on your own two feet. If this is what your first time is like, think of what the rest will do to you." Kurt reaches out a hand to him. "I don't even know why I'm bothering. The less coordinated you are, the better for us when we fight."
Todd snorts. "Hey, the first time is always the worst.. or the best, depending on how you look at it, I guess. And like I said before," he pauses for a moment, blankly staring at Kurt's outstretched hand before continuing, "I ain't looking for a lecture, yo." It finally dawns on him that extended hand equals offer for help, and without further hesitation, he wraps his hand around Kurt's. On contact, however, his muscles stiffen as something sparks inside him... and all he can do is wonder if Kurt's fur has always been this soft.
Kurt pulls Toad to his feet, not noticing the sudden change. He rolls his eyes and continues leading the way, pausing occasionally to make sure he hasn't lost Toad. They walk in silence for a while; but neither is very comfortable with silence. "Why here, anyway? You smoke some, then decide it'd be fun to come get your ass kicked by the whole institute? If that stuff made me think it was a good idea to waltz into your boarding house, I'd lay off it for good. Assuming I survived the encounter," he finishes, with an accusatory glare.
Todd is enjoying the view--and as much as he wished it did, "the view" did not apply to the scenery, but rather the thin, blue eyeful ("Eyesore," he corrected aloud) traipsing in front of him. He'd never really taken the time to LOOK at Kurt before--/And I ain't gonna start now, yo/ he admonishes himself, shaking his head to clear these ridiculous thoughts. Kurt was a guy, after all. And blue. With a horrible German accent. And a swishy a--"Ehh," Kurt is saying something, he finally realizes... something about going to the boarding house and asses. "Huh?"
Kurt stops long enough to give him a disgusted look. "Yeah, that stuff's not affecting your brain at all." He rolled his eyes as he said it.
Todd breaks away from staring at Kurt's backside long enough to register that elfboy was making fun of him. He stops for a moment to look insulted (though it doesn't matter, as no one sees the gesture), then leaps forward to catch up with Kurt. "Hey, back off. Like I said before, you ain't got no idea what it's like.. you got your cushy little MANSION with free food and friends and me, I got.. I got SHIT. Besides," he pauses for a moment to look Kurt up and down, noticing the tense muscles (as well as just about everything else), "you look pretty stressed yourself. Maybe you should try some."
Kurt exclaims, "If I'm stressed it's because I'm having to lead one of our most annoying enemies back to our front door after he traipsed so casually through it and all of our defenses!" He throws up his hands, exasperated. "I don't know why I'm even here, I should've just gone in to dinner while Logan came out to kick your scrawny butt back over the wall!"
Todd notices that said wall is quickly approaching, but he doesn't really want to leave yet. Kurt's always fun to mess around with, especially when he's annoyed. Without further thought, Todd jumps in front of Kurt in an attempt to stop him, puts on what he hopes is a winning smile, and waves the baggie in the other boy's face once more. "Try some. You'll feel better. Trust me."
Kurt takes a long look at the small bit of greenery left in the bag. He'd be lying to himself if he denied that he was curious, if only a little. He's heard the stories; some of them intrigue him. And there are things, plenty of things, he wouldn't mind forgetting for a while. Things he'd love to be able to just let go of, toss away with a relaxed laugh. He thinks of his mother, who Toad had been so kind to bring up, and frowns. Then he takes one last look at the goofy grin on Toad's face...and points to the wall. "There, setting you safe on the path home, as promised. Go on."
Todd frowns, disappointment written clearly across his face in bold letters. He glances at the wall over his shoulder, then fixes his gaze on Kurt again. The fuzzball really does have a nice face, he decides. A nice neck, too. And he can't forget the chest, of course, toned but not buff.. and a nice, trim waist--perfect for sliding one's hands around--and oh, what a lovelyLOOKUP, his mind shouts, but it's too late. "Uhnicepants," he stammers. Then mentally beats himself up. What a stupid thing to say.
Kurt finally notices the glint in Toad's eye that's been aimed at his back for a while now. A not-normal glint. A violent shiver runs up his spine, and his tail begins to twitch in reaction, switching back and forth jerkily. "What are you looking at? They're, uh...they're not that interesting, so lay off!"
Todd shakes his head, wondering why the hell these thoughts are plaguing his mind... "I, uh, I.." but nothing else comes out. His eyes rest on Kurt's, and he knows he must be flustered by now, but damn, his mind is hazy and his body is warm and blueboy's lips are looking mighty inviting.
Kurt takes an involuntary step back. The situation just went from weird to just plain freaky, and he doesn't trust the look now screaming from Toad's eyes, any more than he understands it. "Dude," his voice is shuddering and uncertain, oh god. "Did I pull a Pinocchio or something, why are you staring at me like that?"
Todd decides that a nervous Kurt is definitely an appealing Kurt--well, not that any other kind of Kurt isn't just as appealing, but Toad realizes that he has a heightened affinity for nervous Kurt. Without breaking eye contact (in fact, the eye contact becomes more intense), he advances on the other boy, feeling the heat spread from his face to the rest of his body. "Has anyone ever told you that you're incredibly sexy when I'm high?" That didn't make sense, but he wasn't exactly thinking with the right head...
Kurt exclaims, "GAAH!" He stumbles back, trips over a tree root and falls, arms pinwheeling in the air. He lands hard on his ass, squishing his tail and sending a severe jolt up his spine. Instinctively he pauses to rub the ache out of his lower back, then realizes what he's doing and where he is and what one of his worst enemies just said to him, and decides now is not the time. "What, why are you-...if this is some weird new kind of truce I'd rather stay at war, thanks! What's wrong with you?!"
Todd immediately looms over Kurt, leering at him through half-lidded eyes. "Wish I could say, yo; I'm as confused as you are," just, quite obviously, not doing anything about it.
Kurt tries to back up. Toad's current expression is, if possible, even more frightening than what he'd just said. He swallows, and his throat is dry. "For the first time tonight, you don't look it." Kurt bumps into a tree behind him, adding a sore right shoulder to the aching back and pinched tail. A part of him wishes he were Kitty, that he could phase through the tree and keep going. Another part wants to run screaming. A more sensible part tries to remind him that he can escape just as effectively with his own abilities, but the rest of his brain seems paralyzed into...well, paralysis. "Look," his voice squeaks, and he winces and fights the urge to scream. "Why don't you just hop over that wall and we'll call it a night?"
Todd squats down in front of Kurt, some detached part of his mind making sure that he's still at a height advantage, because staring at someone lustfully is just so much better when you're looking down on them. "'Cause." He's leaning so close to Kurt that only a mere few inches separate their faces, and he delights in the fact that blueboy can't back up any further. "'Cause," he repeats, body a-tingle. "Then I'd miss doing this." Slowly, the small gap between them is closed, flesh meeting with fur in a spark that travels through Todd's nerves all at once. /What the hell am I doing?/ the rational part of his mind wonders..
Kurt stops breathing. His eyes fly open so wide it's painful. -What the hell?!- He's being kissed, he's being kissed by a guy, he's being kissed by TOAD, of all the guys who could've kissed him it had to be TOAD? Not that he wants to be kissed by a guy at all. But just saying, if he did it wouldn't be TOAD. Toad was creepy. He was slimy. He had the hygiene of a dead moose! He...he...'has really pretty eyes.' And where the fuck did that come from?! He makes a strangled noise deep in his throat, and tries to push Toad away.
Either Todd doesn't realize that Kurt's trying to push him away or he doesn't care... perhaps a little bit of both, if possible. Maybe more of the former, because the only thing he realizes right now is that Kurt's lips are really soft, the fur tickling his skin just enough to make him smile. Still oblivious to the struggles, he deepens the kiss slightly, all while the small fraction of his mind that isn't clouded with pot and lust screams for him to stop what he's doing and get the hell out of there.
Kurt wonders frantically why he hasn't teleported to safety and sanity yet. Being locked in unwanted, intimate physical contact with one of his worst enemies certainly seemed to warrant it. ...But how unwanted was it? Not enough to trigger his automatic flight reaction, apparently. Not enough for him to put the weight behind his pushing that would -force- Toad off of him. Toad is deepening the kiss, and the part of his brain that isn't panicking is distracted by the taste of pot and, surprisingly, chocolate that still clings to his lips. Kurt's surrounded by the musk of body odor; his nose wrinkles. But, truthfully, it's not that bad. Maybe frog-boy just took a shower (a week or two ago) but the scent is now spice and sweat and lingering pot, just this side of overwhelming, but not- 'What am I doing?! This is TOAD we're talking about here!' He shudders...but doesn't break the kiss.
Todd slowly pulls away and opens his eyes, releasing a shuddering breath. Once again, his amber eyes lock with Kurt's, his subconscious mulling over the fact that their eyes are the same color.. yet his conscious mind entertains itself with the notion that Kurt's eyes are as wide as saucers. And then it hits him. What just happened, where he is, who he's with, how he got there, and /oh lord, PLEASE don't tell me this shit is starting to wear off already../ His body temperature rises, but he knows this time it's not from lust... "Please," he mutters, closing his eyes and rubbing the top of his head--he's still quite hazy after all. "Tell me YOU just kissed ME, or this is all some bad dream I'm gonna wake up from any minute, or SOMEthing.." Of course, he's well aware of what just transpired, but, y'know, it doesn't hurt to ask just in case...
"M-ME? H-e-l-l no, YOU jumped ME. I can't believe you just did that, can't believe -I-..." Kurt's eyes dart around as if searching for an escape route. "This can't be happening. What is WRONG with you?!"
Todd tries to brush off the situation with a nervous chuckle, but only succeeds in making himself feel like more of an idiot. It also doesn't help that the high isn't comepletely gone yet, nor is the ache in his groin... and boy, is he hot. He doesn't think he's ever been so flustered in his life, what with the blood vessels in his cheeks feeling as though they're about to pop. He needs to get cool fast, he decides, and the quickest way would be to take his shirt off. And he does so.
Kurt can only stare, in horror and growing waves of panic. The horror stays, though the sight of Toad's lean, well-developed torso arouses an emotion stronger than panic. "What-" he chokes on the word, has to swallow hard and try again, "what in the hell do you think you're doing?!" 'I've asked that WAY too many times tonight,' he thinks idly, with the tiny part of his brain not busy being terrified or, heaven help him, horny.
Todd blinks and looks at the discarded shirt on the ground. "Oh, uh, just trying to keep cool," which he's rapidly becoming, he realizes, wrapping his arms around himself as the chilly night air makes full contact with his skin. Now he was cold. Lovely. He gazes at Kurt again. Kurt is fuzzy, which means Kurt is warm. But Kurt is also a boy, and an enemy who hates him, but he looks so damn enticing when he's confused and terrified and--and that hint of something else that Todd's not quite sure about, but it makes him want the elf even more, and GEEZ he wishes that this high would either take over his mind or go completely so brain and body could agree on SOMETHING for once! Todd sighs, defeated, and leans in again, pausing only to say, "Feel free to beat me senseless or teleport away, yo," before capturing the other boy's lips once more. He's not quite sure how he wants Kurt to respond, but he figures it doesn't really matter at this point..
Kurt is not quite sure how to respond. His brain screams at him, a dozen different things at once, from 'flee' to 'fight' to 'just give in and fuck the boy senseless.' (Needless to say, that part of his brain REALLY scares him.) Regardless, he can now see why Todd took his shirt off. The heat that'd been growing in his belly has been stoked. It spreads across his torso, over his cheeks, down...He realizes he wants more. For all his flirting and bravado, he'd never entertained the merest hopes of intimacy, of any kind. Even with his image inducer he normally shied away from human contact, either to hide himself from those who didn't know, or not to freak out further those who did. But for just this moment, someone wants him. His own longing is almost enough to let him forget who.
Seeing that Kurt has neither disappeared nor ripped him apart, Todd deepens the kiss, pressing the other boy further against the tree, though not enough to hurt him--hopefully.
Kurt allows himself to be backed against the tree, and ignores the rough bark scraping at his shirt and ruffling his fur. That Todd is taking the initiative is soothing somehow; it allows him to give up fault, and shift the blame to Todd, who can blame it on the drug's effects. It's so easy, so clean-cut. Except his pride and upbringing won't allow that kind of cowardice. If he's going to sin, it's going to be on his head, no one else's. He feels himself pressed harder against the tree, wants to melt into it. Tentatively running his fingers through a few strands of Todd's hair (thick and soft between his fingertips) his other hand slowly creeps to the downy hair at the base of Todd's neck. With gentle pressure, he deepens the kiss.
Todd all but purrs at Kurt's touch. /That's it, then./ With the fuzzball responding like this, Todd resolves to throw all rational thought out the window and give in to primal instinct, which isn't hard as the lingering remnants of his high work to cloud his judgement. And make his body tingly... especially where Kurt's fingers are. "Mmm," he mumbles, extending his tongue and tentatively running it along the outside of Kurt's lips. Meanwhile, his hands are busying themselves with coiling around the other boy's waist, as if they had a mind of their own.
Kurt moans into Todd's mouth. He knows how wrong it is, but it feels so right. The hands curling protectively around his waist, the tongue playing teasingly with his own, the lips and the flesh and the silk hair tickling against his chin, jaw, and neck in turn; he's waited a lifetime to feel like this, to feel ANY contact, and now that he has it he needs more, so much more. His tail goes from flying behind him to wrapping sensuously around Todd's waist, pulling him close as Todd was doing. His hands explore, sliding through hair, teasing collarbone, and gliding over flesh.
Todd is very conscious of keeping his eyes closed (but not much else), fearing that opening them again would cause reality to give him one mean kick in the ass and he'd either end up running away or becoming Kurt's personal punching bag. Maybe both. And this was just too good to quit now, so keeping his eyes closed is definitely a good idea, he decides. When Kurt's tail wraps around him, wow, that sends shivers up his spine and out his mouth in a shuddering sigh. He pulls back slightly, taking Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling on it slightly, his hands slowly making their way up the sides of the other boy's shirt and gently kneeding the soft fur beneath. Hell if he knows what he's doing, but this is what happens on those late night HBO TV shows and he'll be damned if he's gonna let one of his worst enemies know that he's inexperienced. /And this is NOT what you do with one of your worst enemies,/ that small fraction of reason reminds him, but the rest of his brain mutters a polite 'fuck you' in response.
Kurt nearly cries out at the sensation of nimble fingers tickling his sides. His whispered moan is muted by the mouth hungrily devouring his own, and he hisses slightly as sharp teeth pull gently at his bottom lip. His eyes are stubbornly shut, allowing him to focus on touch, his world imploding until all that remains is lips, and hands rubbing his fur, which has to be the most delicious sensation he's ever felt. They move up his sides, pushing the fur in the wrong direction and tickling him even more, then shift direction, pressing the fur down in smooth motions. He can't tell which makes him squirm more. He wraps his arms fully around Todd's neck, and pulls him close as if his life depends on the contact. His tail moves to return the favor, tickling gently across Todd's creamy skin from all angles.
Todd almost opens his eyes, wants to see the expressions that accompany those delightful little mewls and moans, but no--it'd be sexual suicide, can't do it. But those sounds alone... they're enough to cause his hairs (and a couple other things, thank you) to stand on end, and he answers them with his own groans and whimpers. Especially when that sensuously prehensile tail caresses his skin. Pulling away just a bit more, Todd kisses his way along Kurt's jaw, nipping lightly, idly wondering if he'll choke up a hairball in the morning... he chuckles into the fur, but composes himself quickly, continuing his trail of nibbles to the base of Kurt's ear.
Kurt moans again, and this time it's full-voiced. The teasing caresses leave a line of fire across his jaw, and he's sweating like mad under his fur. He buries his face in Todd's hair, inhaling the musky scent that's becoming increasingly appealing, an acquired taste he's quickly learning to like. He leans into Todd, wrapping his arms ever tighter around his lean shoulders and letting his fingers dance along Todd's back and down his spine. His tail seems to have a mind of its own; its trail is erratic, the only constant a steady drifting from skin to denim. He wants to get closer, NEEDS to get closer. He finds himself pressing forward, trying to straddle Todd's lap.
Todd takes the hint--had been thinking along the same lines, in fact--and softly slides his hands down the other boy's sides, out from under the shirt, and around Kurt's very firm (/and very squeezable/) ass, groping fervently for a moment before pulling close. Very close. TOUCHING close. Todd's breath catches in his throat, leaving him a motionless twit, making little gasping sounds in Kurt's ear. The (/beautiful, heart-stopping/) contact (/with one of the people I hate the most/) has rendered him helpless and not quite sure what to do at the moment.
Kurt gasps into Todd's hair, followed by a sound that's somewhere between a cry and a deep-throated moan. Some part of him still can't believe there's someone that actually wants to touch him, let alone touch him -there-. The long fingers gripping his ass are sending waves of electricity to his crotch, where it becomes all-out lightning as heated denim meets denim and he nearly screams, arching his back and letting his eyes fly open. He sees trees above, looks down to Todd. The boy's eyes are squeezed shut, the dark circles around them standing out in stark contrast with the pale skin of his face. His mouth is open slightly, the heavy breathing pausing with a sharp gasp. This time it's Kurt who dives in for another kiss.
Todd is somewhat startled when Kurt takes the initiative and kisses him again. So blueboy wants it just as bad, then..? Maybe he can risk looking, after all--just a quick peek, no harm. He opens his eyes to mere slits and sees that Kurt looks... hot. In both senses of the word. Removing the fuzzball's shirt would be good. Yes, less clothes, very good. Regretfully, he breaks the kiss and winds his fingers into the hem of Kurt's shirt, entertaining the thought of just ripping it away, but does not act on it. Damned if he's gonna take all the blame for this--he might be high, but he's not completely braindead. He tugs a little, his way of asking for permission. He's forgotten to close his eyes, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he both hopes and dreads to make eye contact.
Kurt is startled when he opens his eyes to find slits of amber, shadowed by hunger. Todd's eyes trap him, take his breath and stun him long enough that he doesn't protest at the loss of Todd's lips. His brain vaguely registers the fingers playing again at his sides, cool against his burning fur. But they're not just playing, this time they're hooked under his shirt and tugging...he stares down distractedly, for a moment not understanding the question the motion is making. All he knows is heat and hands and amber eyes staring down...Realization dawns. The stubborn, rational part of his brain screams to stop, that this is the last step before their actions are irreversible and undeniable. The rest of his brain couldn't care less. The feeling, of flesh and those eyes roaming his body, wanting HIM, is all that matters. He hesitates only briefly before reaching down to pull at the fabric.