Promise Rock 03 - Living Promises (MM) - Plot & Excerpts
NOT. FAIR. Yeah, Jeff remembered him. The angular cheekbones, the square jaw, those things had filled out, and so had his chest, and his arms were truly amazing. The dark blond hair was parted in the middle and hung to sweep his jaw line. Most of the time Jeff had seen him, it had been pulled back behind his ears in a half-ponytail, but not today. The long hair made him look young, and tough, and… oh, damn, the kind of kid that Jeff would have gone for in a heartbeat a half a million years ago. Up close, his eyes were… amazing. They were an average color— brown, like Jeff's, but they also had flecks of gold and flecks of green, and these dark brown lashes, and that bad-boy's lean mouth was drawn up in a scowl, and he was holding Jeff in a way that… oh, God…. Jeff could hardly remember being held like this. The last person to do it had been Kevin. For a moment, the weight of Kevin's brother, of the letter sitting in his pocket like a piece of cannon-shot, of Jeff's careful little bubble of hedonism, was supported in those wide-fingered bony hands, and Jeff felt almost young as those arms wrapped around his shoulders, even as the one hand cupped the back of his head and angled him for a kiss.
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