SHIT!
Techie smiles as if doing so is a piece of cake and not a ticking fucking bomb. It feels plastic and too wide on his lips.
As he removes his shirt completely, exposing his pale, bruised skin inch by inch, Techie shivers and fixes his gaze just over his twin’s head. The instant their eyes meet, Armitage will know . Techie’s face has always been marvelously expressive, and it routinely comes back to bite him in the ass.
Next are his pants; the hardest part. Trembling hands sink to his belt buckle, mouth dry as he imagines doing the same action but under very different circumstances. He has to take a deep breath, however loud it may be, to try and will down his fledgling erection.
“ Is this ok?” Hux askes, noticing Techie’s Red face. He places his hands on Techie’s hips to stop his trembling. Was his brother that embarassed to show his wounds? Or did he find being exposed around Hux inappropriate? They were grown men now, not little kids. It didn’t help that seeing Techie’s soft stomach and exposed hips was making him think lude thoughts.
Grabbing the ointment, Hux smoothed it over the welted skin, hand going lower until his own cheeks were as red as Techie’s.
He could do this. It was just a simple ointment application. No need to become pervey and scare Techie away.
“I…uh…need you to lower the waistband of…your underwear a little bit.” He said, trying to keep his voice even.
There was no helping it; Techie’s dick started to stir. He slipped his boxers the slightest bit down, exposing the trail of ginger hairs from his navel down to the end of his V, that inevitably led to…
He locked eyes with Hux.
Lowered the hem an inch more, revealing the top of his thick, ginger curls. “Do I… lower it f-further?” His intense gaze, coupled with the deepening of his voice and bitten lower lip, was a deadly combination. Techie felt hot all over. Any more of this thick, heated tension and he’d pop a full erection.
Heaven help him! Techie knew he was a sick, sick man.
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