Matt's all beat up, barely held together with stitches and bandages, but he's still hot as hell. He still has firm, hard packed muscles along his abdomen, still has the best ass Tim has ever seen, still has a jawline that drives Tim wild. And it's been awhile, Tim knows, since they've done anything sexual, thanks to their week of fighting.
But Matt inhales, and his ribs rattle in his chest, and Tim knows that anything even remotely active is out of the question right now. That's okay. He just wants Matt to get better. Everything else can wait.
Still. It's hard to resist kissing Matt's jaw, and then the side of his neck, inhaling the other's scent. Sweat and blood and the faint scent of lingering aftershave. "So my voice turns you on. I'll have to remember that."
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Date: 2016-09-01 03:51 am (UTC)But Matt inhales, and his ribs rattle in his chest, and Tim knows that anything even remotely active is out of the question right now. That's okay. He just wants Matt to get better. Everything else can wait.
Still. It's hard to resist kissing Matt's jaw, and then the side of his neck, inhaling the other's scent. Sweat and blood and the faint scent of lingering aftershave. "So my voice turns you on. I'll have to remember that."