Date: 2014-12-05 05:30 pm (UTC)
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That should've been the point when he stopped it. Right then. But he didn't. He let Grey undress him, a bitter, humorless cough of laughter punching its way from his chest. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually been naked in front of another person. Everything on the train had been hasty fumbling in the dark.

Over the last months, Curtis had filled out, muscle building slowly under his sallow skin, his left arm the only point of real atrophy. He was still scarred, but broader, but in ways he'd never cared about. He was a lot of things, but he'd never been vain.

He didn't want to look, but he knew that Grey was built of elegant lines, sinewy muscle and olive skin, even in the train's darkness. And the thin, spidery lines of ink tracing patterns on every visible part of Grey's body.

The awkward fumbling between the men in the tail had always been about necessity. Their circumstances had changed, but maybe this was no different.

With a low growl of a sound, he used all of his strength to flip them over, boosting himself up over Grey with his one good arm and pressing him to the bed with his hips.
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