Re: [sue/newt]
[Sue was thin, somewhere on the spectrum between scrawny and skinny, but there was muscle under the skin. He kept fit, obviously, or he'd get beaten to a complete pulp when he went looking for a fight. He arched a brow, and asked, innocently;] You don't miss nooks? [That comment about discipline earned him a look.
He actually did pull the shirt on, sliding his arms into the sleeves without bothering with the buttons. It fit him, just, though the arms were a little long. He deftly rolled them back with a flick of the wrist.] Is that really a question? [It was cold enough that the shirt was appreciated, though more for the gesture than anything else.
He burrowed in, tunneling next to Newt, pressing his face against a stray pillow to make an impression before flopping into it on his side. He looked up at Newt, leaning against the wall, and he flattened a hand on Newt's bare stomach. He looked at his own fingernails, the scars on the backs of his knuckles, and then up at Newt. Then he let his fingers trail down, and began sliding Newt's delightfully prim pajama bottoms down far enough to expose his cock - just about at eye level from where he was laying, conveniently enough.] Hey. [He slid across him, pressing against his legs, neatly cementing himself between them if Newt gave him the space.] I've got an idea.