Re: Roof: Damian/Misha
Misha, he tugged his knees up to his chest, and he watched the other boy climb out onto the roof. He looked overlong at the shadow on Damian's jaw, 'specially taken by the darkening above Damian's lip. Misha, he didn't grow facial hair any, and Damian was usually clean shaven 'round him. The sides of the other boy's hair, they were noticed too, and Misha waited 'til Damian was sitting beside him to touch long and pale fingers to the longish hair on the side of Damian's head. He leaned close and pressed a kiss there while Damian lit his cigarette, and he brushed his nose 'gainst scalp that was usually near bare.
He kissed Damian back real slow, like it was a hot summer's day and real humid back home in Kentucky, and then he drew his thumb 'long the shadow over Damian's lip. "You look real tired." But he hadn't forgotten what Damian asked, and he wanted to answer 'fore it got brushed aside by something else. "I think you're the prettiest thing I ever did see. You're different. I mean, all folks are, but there's something captivating and interesting 'bout your face, and you got the most fetching lips and eyes, and I like your bottom real well. But that ain't what I like best 'bout you. I like how you're real smart and real quick witted, and I like how your mind works and how you think on things. I like that you're real soft inside, but you bark plenty loud to keep folks from noticing. I like how protective you are of folks that matter to you, even when you pretend they don't matter. I like how you're kind to animals and you get this real open look 'round them. I love how you don't hide what you feel from me. I like bedding you. I like how you're real strong, one of the strongest folks I known, but real soft for me in bed. I like how you took your upbringing and survived it. I like that you're sitting here with me, and just on account of me being scared to do something on my lonesome." He brushed his thumb 'gainst Damian's lips. "I like all them things."