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“Here.” Damon mutters pressing the tip of the pen to Liam’s eyelid.
He sits in the chair, in the dressing room. Eyes closed.
“Do you think-”
“Stay still.” Damon mumbles, grabbing Liam’s chin.
Liam stares up at him for a moment. Damon’s hair is tussled, he looks stressed. Freaked. Handsome.
He’s always so handsome when he’s on edge. When Liam doesn’t know if Damon is going to scream at him or cry.
There’s a pathetic beauty to it.
“Close.” Damon whispers, gently grazing Liam’s eyelash with his finger.
Liam chews on his lip as Damon presses the pen on his eye. Its a strange sensation. Uncomfortable.
Damon pauses to take a drag, moving his hand up to pluck the cigarette from between his lips.
“Do you think it looks good?” Liam asks, strangely self conscious.
He’s never worn makeup before because makeup is for girls. But when he saw Damon with it on, the dark lines framing his squinting blue eyes, his heart stopped beating. Damon ignores him for a minute, focusing on his cigarette. Sucking on it until he decides he doesn’t want it anymore. He stubs it out on the ashtray.
“I think it looks good.” Damon says bluntly, his eyes now on Liam. Not on his eyes but on his lips.
Damon stares for a moment, nearly infatuated. Liam frowns. He wants Damon to love it. There’s a nagging in his chest, angry and festering. Wanting more.
“Right.” Damon says before getting back to work. Pressing the pen under Liam’s eyes. “You’re all done.” He says at last, after a long concentrated silence where all that could be heard was the soft breathing going between them. Damon tosses the eyeliner onto the dressing room table and looks at his work. Horribly manly in its confidence. The bold lines stand out, looking at Damon. Inviting him. His eyes flicker down to Liam’s lips once again. He swallows.
“All done.” He mumbles again, meeting Liam’s gaze.
Liam has that familiar hunger in his stare. Frowning but delighted. Contemplating. He shifts ever so slightly in his seat, spreading his legs. “C’mere”