Re: Oliver/Tommy
Tommy stared at Oliver over the rim of his sunglasses, because there was fun and there was going over the line, and Oliver was so over the line that Tommy was not amused in the least. "I'm not Candy and if you think this is a game and you can fuck around for much longer, you're in for a rude awaken."
He pushed his glasses with a finger against the bridge. He looked up toward the sun, because a perfect tan required work. "You're assuming people care enough to look and that they are stupid enough to ask. Sure there are a few men who'd look, but that's because of your abs, not because of your scars. You might say that you're not flaunting yourself, but you're just being arrogant at this point. I understood when we got here, but at this point, it's just ridiculous. These people don't care about the way you look and to think so means that you still have your head up your ass and can't see what's right in front of your face."
He turned his head to look at Oliver again. "Why are you watching me?" he asked, curious.