[ jeff goes from shifting his eyes back and forth between david's, trying to suss out what's going on, to whipping his head to the side to look at billy like he's just said the stupidest thing he's ever heard. it's not the stupidest, but it's definitely up there. his brows pinch together harshly. ]
What? [ jesus christ. jeff shakes his head twice. ] No. That's not how—
[ you know what? he's not about to explain how sexuality works right now, but - billy does kind of have a point about the bottle. not that it has anything to do with david's attraction to jeff or - other men, but that it's definitely responsible for david's unusual behavior. not that the source was ever in question, but it does make jeff think about it a little more.
he looks back at david, can feel the heat of his palm on the back of his neck and the way his ribs expand and contract under his hands in a way that's slightly unsteady. is it — is it a fucking aphrodisiac? is the clown out here making— ]
Jesus Christ. Okay. [ it's quiet, said mostly to himself. okay. that's a horrifying thought.
truthfully, this is more than jeff was prepared for. well, no, that's not true. if it was just himself and david, he could probably... handle this. take care of it, so to speak. but as it is, david's showing a side of himself that jeff knows he prefers to keep private, and there's not much to be done here that wouldn't traumatize billy completely, and/or that david wouldn't fucking hate himself for later.
he could send billy back to camp, but jeff's not about to send him off on his own across clown and nurse territory like bait. his hands flex against david's ribs, slide down an inch or two, closer to his waist. jeff looks at billy again. ] ... It's an aphrodisiac.
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What? [ jesus christ. jeff shakes his head twice. ] No. That's not how—
[ you know what? he's not about to explain how sexuality works right now, but - billy does kind of have a point about the bottle. not that it has anything to do with david's attraction to jeff or - other men, but that it's definitely responsible for david's unusual behavior. not that the source was ever in question, but it does make jeff think about it a little more.
he looks back at david, can feel the heat of his palm on the back of his neck and the way his ribs expand and contract under his hands in a way that's slightly unsteady. is it — is it a fucking aphrodisiac? is the clown out here making— ]
Jesus Christ. Okay. [ it's quiet, said mostly to himself. okay. that's a horrifying thought.
truthfully, this is more than jeff was prepared for. well, no, that's not true. if it was just himself and david, he could probably... handle this. take care of it, so to speak. but as it is, david's showing a side of himself that jeff knows he prefers to keep private, and there's not much to be done here that wouldn't traumatize billy completely, and/or that david wouldn't fucking hate himself for later.
he could send billy back to camp, but jeff's not about to send him off on his own across clown and nurse territory like bait. his hands flex against david's ribs, slide down an inch or two, closer to his waist. jeff looks at billy again. ] ... It's an aphrodisiac.