He closes his eyes so he doesn't have to look at the man. There's nothing at all attractive about him lying there, naked and soaked and sticky with things best not remembered. Or his admittedly talented hand.
"Your touch, maybe." He waves absently. "But that could have been anyone. Your company? As if I couldn't get better company just by spitting off a railing. Today was an exception. If I wanted it from anyone I wouldn't get it from you." Even if he is curious. Even if there are things...
But down that road lay madness and Izzy refused to contemplate it further.
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He closes his eyes so he doesn't have to look at the man. There's nothing at all attractive about him lying there, naked and soaked and sticky with things best not remembered. Or his admittedly talented hand.
"Your touch, maybe." He waves absently. "But that could have been anyone. Your company? As if I couldn't get better company just by spitting off a railing. Today was an exception. If I wanted it from anyone I wouldn't get it from you." Even if he is curious. Even if there are things...
But down that road lay madness and Izzy refused to contemplate it further.