You're not the same. No person is the same as anybody else. Kinda like stars.
[John hums when Poe touches his hair. He likes the contact. Any and all of it. He can't get enough of Poe's skin and touch. Can't get enough of his smell, either. Or his voice.
He arches his neck to look up at Poe, his brow furrowed. Then away with a quick press and lick of his lips. It's a habit.
John's not used to speaking this openly or honestly either. He doesn't talk much about himself, or anything personal, if he can help it. The less people know about him the better.
So they can't judge him. Reject him. Hurt him.]
I don't know. Most guys like it better. Want it. I, uh, wasn't sure if you did, but it felt right.
[He can feel his chest tightening. The initial surge of panic that comes with vulnerability. The hot rush of embarrassment, too.
Because he's an idiot with stupid hang-ups, and Poe probably didn't care, and hadn't noticed. Why should he? Poe doesn't have a map of all of John's many walls.]
no subject
[John hums when Poe touches his hair. He likes the contact. Any and all of it. He can't get enough of Poe's skin and touch. Can't get enough of his smell, either. Or his voice.
He arches his neck to look up at Poe, his brow furrowed. Then away with a quick press and lick of his lips. It's a habit.
John's not used to speaking this openly or honestly either. He doesn't talk much about himself, or anything personal, if he can help it. The less people know about him the better.
So they can't judge him. Reject him. Hurt him.]
I don't know. Most guys like it better. Want it. I, uh, wasn't sure if you did, but it felt right.
[He can feel his chest tightening. The initial surge of panic that comes with vulnerability. The hot rush of embarrassment, too.
Because he's an idiot with stupid hang-ups, and Poe probably didn't care, and hadn't noticed. Why should he? Poe doesn't have a map of all of John's many walls.]
Yeah, anyway... This is nice.