Naked
Justin's head is bent over a book,
and though he doesn't hear or see anyone coming, he knows someone's there when
he feels fingers running across his scalp. When he shivers and looks up, Chris
is standing in front of him with an awkward smile on his face. Justin's eyes
meet his, and he looks away and then shrugs.
"I like your hair like
this," he says. "There's something kind of...naked about it."
Justin
laughs quietly, and rests his head against the back of the couch. "What do you
mean?"
Chris shrugs again, and looks back at him. He leans over until one
of his hands is planted beside Justin's head, and this time when his fingers run
over Justin's scalp, the bare skin with hair pulled sharply into braids, it
tingles, and Justin can't help but shiver, eyes fluttering closed.
He
swallows once, hard, and opens his eyes. Chris's eyes, inches from his, are dark
and wide, his gaze even, and he keeps his fingers resting firmly on Justin's
head. His other hand just barely brushes Justin's ear. "Naked," Justin says
evenly.
Chris nods, his smile more like a promise than a threat. "Naked,"
he agrees, and his fingers move slightly on Justin's scalp, making him gasp and
shiver all over again.
END
Picture gacked from
Jen.