32. Temptation

The outbound subway cars were all practically empty at three in the morning. A couple sat alone in one of them, and only one of the two of them was still awake. He watched the lights of the city fade away with his cheek pressed to the window a sleepy, lopsided green on his face. When he heard a soft sigh, he tore his eyes away from the window and glanced back down at his lover. He watched as they forced their breathing to settle back into an even rhythm. The moment he had felt the weight of their head resettle on his lap, he wrapped an arm tightly around the flat stomach, so he could hold them on the seat should there be a sudden stop.

His lover’s delicately featured face was tipped toward the ceiling of the car, illuminated freckled skin. The blond curls that sprawled out from their head formed a crinkled halo four or five inches in every direction. The way the harsh light curled into every bend made every strand seem to glow.

He did not need an apple to be vexed with temptation. His lover’s thick hair with all of its coils did that better than any kind of fruit. He swallowed audibly, inching his free hand towards the golden crown. It would not be good to wake them, so he would have to move very carefully.

His fingers twitched as they hovered above the glowing ring of gold. Just as he closed his fingers around the tips of the strands, his lover turned onto their side instead. Their face was pressed toward his abdomen, pointy nose digging in to it. He swallowed the laugh that bubbled up as the warm breath tickled through the fabric of his shirt. He finally tucked his fingers into the silken strands and closed his eyes.

For a moment, he was brought back to the club they had stumbled out of an hour before. He could see behind his eyelids the lithe body rock to some screaming dance mix. He watched the way sweat trailed down their neck, pooling in the hollow of that thin throat before finally soaking the collar of a too tight t-shirt. He could see the sweat flying off of those golden locks, diamonds with the way the flashing lights caught the droplets. That crooked little smile when those nimble fingers traced lazy circles down a flat chest, resting on those square hips made him salivate. Bright blue eyes that seemed to scream-

The sudden stopping of the train slammed him back in to the present, and in turn to the groaning little present on his lap. His lover slowly raised their head, using one hand to bat the one out of his hair.

“No.” the sweet voice was thick with sleep as it made contact with the male’s flesh. “We at our stop yet?”

“Not yet.” He soothed, gently pushing the head back down, so they could easily look at one another. “I’ll wake you when we get there.”

As they settled once more, he reached out again, but was thwarted as his love reached up and took the hand in theirs instead, twining their fingers together.

“Love you, Carrick.”

“Mmmhm… Love you too, Greg.”

Carrick leaned down, pressing their lips together until the next bump in the tracks hit their foreheads together. So instead, he kissed the bump on his lover’s forehead and smiled. He stared down into those bright blue eyes that screamed-

“Now stop trying to touch my hair. Weirdo.”

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