When they were out in the open and heading off the fairgrounds, Neculai stripped off his shirt with a relieved sigh. His skin, the mirror reflection of Sorin's, which had been marked by witches and etched in black ink with enchantments, was sunkissed from his summer activities - most of which didn't require a shirt. Working the fair meant he had to be fully clothed, however, and Nick had light tan lines on his upper arms from standing out in the sun at a booth.
He glanced over at Brendan just in time to see the waterworks. That was damn messy and sexy and Nick, ignoring Brendan's question, pounced on the other boy. "You're such a fucking Adonis, Brendan." He laughed, arm hooked around Brendan's wet neck, using his own sweaty shirt to hood Brendan's head. "And now you stink like my sweat. Oops!"