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As though summoned, Tommy at that moment steps through the front door, letting the screen slam behind him. He nods, a shy kind of smile on his face, and steps into the kitchen. Alex hears the tap gurgle on and then he’s standing in the doorway chugging water from a little tin cup.
“Hot out,” he notes succinctly.
“Aye. Tommy, meet Alex. Alex, Tommy.”
As he steps closer in the small room and extends his hand, Alex can’t help but smell him—the bright and wild sweetness of mown grass, an undernote of young sweat. And can’t help but stare. His eyes are a deep blue and his lips perfect, like—there should be an award concocted just to honor that mouth and those eyes, his thick and expressive brows. Where Tom is the sweetest boy next door, Tommy is startling to look at, intense. Spooky, nearly. But then he smiles and his whole face is illuminated as though from within. He sits down next to Tom on the sofa just as deep and ancient as the easy chair and sinks in hip-to-hip with him. Theirs is the easy intimacy of men well familiar with one another but lacks altogether any of the tenseness of… oh, monogamy, exclusive devotion, jealousy. It’s just a jubilant ease which might lead anywhere.