( have you ever had telepathic sex before, wade? nate can do many things with his mind.
at the suggestion to turn around, he does, without so much as a second thought. palms press tight against the tile he faces now and he flexes his shoulders some, muscles taut for a moment before he lets them loosen up a bit. the sound of the water around them and the warmth that spills out of the shower, fogging everything up, drowns out any static noise in his head and keeps him right here in this moment with the other, taking in every touch and sound that wade gives him.
the question gets eyes to flutter open and he stares at the tiles in front of him, fingers splayed out and pruning from how long they've already been in here. )
No.
( it's soft β honest, and he looks over his shoulder to the other then. )
But I want to. With you.
( when you're on the run, hiding to survive, and helping humans under the guise of a performing act on the road, you sort of don't have time for anything other than just trying to make it to another day. )
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at the suggestion to turn around, he does, without so much as a second thought. palms press tight against the tile he faces now and he flexes his shoulders some, muscles taut for a moment before he lets them loosen up a bit. the sound of the water around them and the warmth that spills out of the shower, fogging everything up, drowns out any static noise in his head and keeps him right here in this moment with the other, taking in every touch and sound that wade gives him.
the question gets eyes to flutter open and he stares at the tiles in front of him, fingers splayed out and pruning from how long they've already been in here. )
No.
( it's soft β honest, and he looks over his shoulder to the other then. )
But I want to. With you.
( when you're on the run, hiding to survive, and helping humans under the guise of a performing act on the road, you sort of don't have time for anything other than just trying to make it to another day. )