Re: Beau and Phoenix
A reviewer had one said that Beau could have chemistry with a hatstand. Hyperbolic, but possibly not inaccurate.
Even when Phoenix straightened, Beau didn't let go of him, his eyes a darker shade of blue now that his interest had been piqued. "Good point," he murmured. Leaving one hand to enjoy the softness of Phoenix's hair, Beau slid his other first down what promised to be a physique of wiry muscles, then into the back pocket of his own jeans. The pocket was charmed to hold more than was obvious and he pulled out a small bag of coins - to do that smoothly, he had to angle his hips towards Phoenix, which was no hardship at all.
"I had planned on going home alone tonight," he mused lightly, making eye contact even as he tucked the money into Phoenix's pocket. His eyes expressed his interest in the proposition. "But you should know I'm not out yet," Beau added, the 'yet' still feeling strange on his tongue. In the spirit of the changes that he wanted to make in his life, he thought he should be upfront about that from the start. "I get it if that's a dealbreaker." Money deposited, he put his hand on Phoenix's chest. "There'd be no hard feelings." So to speak.