Charlie smiled. To hear was to obey, so he stood and moved away to the other side of the fireplace where Deacon would have the best possible view.
Slowly, he had said, so slow he would be.
The socks went first. Then the shirt, each button opened with care, the garment folded and placed on a chair. Charlie peeled his tee-shirt off and inch at a time, arching his back to show off the taut lines of his chest and belly.
Every so often he would smile, skin warmed more by Deacon's looks than by the fire.