[ charles can't remember the last time he felt this way with anyone. the last time he let himself get this close to anyone. it fills him with a kind of adrenalin-soaked anxiety; uncertainty clouding his movements where before there might only have been confident ease.
the handsome young man he was at oxford feels like worlds away now. he doesn't know what could possibly have drawn logan in when he's nothing more than a miserable collection of coping mechanisms held together by whiskey and hank's serum.
but he's not exactly interested in asking questions when logan's mouth is on his and logan's hand is sliding up his shirt to grab his chest beneath. charles's breath catches in his throat and he takes that as permission to touch him in return, bringing up his free hand to land hesitantly against logan's big shoulder, giving him a hesitant squeeze as he pulls him forward.
he is beautifully built, something charles hasn't allowed himself to notice until now, and he's grateful that the hot flush of appreciation he feels won't hop mind to mind. ]
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the handsome young man he was at oxford feels like worlds away now. he doesn't know what could possibly have drawn logan in when he's nothing more than a miserable collection of coping mechanisms held together by whiskey and hank's serum.
but he's not exactly interested in asking questions when logan's mouth is on his and logan's hand is sliding up his shirt to grab his chest beneath. charles's breath catches in his throat and he takes that as permission to touch him in return, bringing up his free hand to land hesitantly against logan's big shoulder, giving him a hesitant squeeze as he pulls him forward.
he is beautifully built, something charles hasn't allowed himself to notice until now, and he's grateful that the hot flush of appreciation he feels won't hop mind to mind. ]