Black Sails -James/Thomas
They toiled in the fields side by side today. The work bent James´ back in ways he wasn´t accustomed to, but what was there not to get accustomed to now?
The dirt under his nails, breathing in dust, hands in the earth. The sweat down his back maybe the most familiar sensation of all.
Down by the river, they wash, together. James´ hands go in Thomas´ hair, pull his shirt off his back as Thomas does the same to him. Standing chest-to-chest, overheated, it feels just right to James that their grime should mix before it washes off as one.