[Good old Bowie. Always makes Will feel more relaxed and at ease. He wrinkles his nose when Eddie leans in, nudging back slightly. He feels...scraped-out. Empty and tired. But he nods obligingly. Much better.
Then Eddie looks down at his wrist and Will feels the old hot flush of embarrassment, trying to pull his hand away. There are layers of bruises, some yellowed and mostly healed, others newer. None of them have broken the skin, at least.]
i know what u like bb~
Then Eddie looks down at his wrist and Will feels the old hot flush of embarrassment, trying to pull his hand away. There are layers of bruises, some yellowed and mostly healed, others newer. None of them have broken the skin, at least.]