[ it's tempting. the way david, buzzed by the blood loss, gets in close, gets his teeth against his neck. it'd be easy to get the rest of his clothes off, get him over the workbench, find a way to make this even more satisfying than just turning ghost face into a smear in the grass again.
but.
even as his hands automatically find their way onto david, evan reconsiders. if it wasn't for the fury and the adrenaline and the blood loss, would he be doing this? or would he be pushing away with a grumbled comment about not needing help? in the past evan wouldn't even have hesitated. now, though -
it's not a good sign, this thinking and considering. unfortunately, the habit's getting in a little deep. ]
Not while you're this bad off.
[ he's turned him down for similar reasons before, although this isn't as bad, physically. in his head is where the problem lies. ]
no subject
but.
even as his hands automatically find their way onto david, evan reconsiders. if it wasn't for the fury and the adrenaline and the blood loss, would he be doing this? or would he be pushing away with a grumbled comment about not needing help? in the past evan wouldn't even have hesitated. now, though -
it's not a good sign, this thinking and considering. unfortunately, the habit's getting in a little deep. ]
Not while you're this bad off.
[ he's turned him down for similar reasons before, although this isn't as bad, physically. in his head is where the problem lies. ]