PapasRightNut

i feel sick even writing this.

we’d just got back from the gym. i was in the kitchen mixing a shake. open plan studio so i could see everything. he was still in his gym gear, chatting like normal, unlacing his trainers on the sofa.

then he peeled his socks off. both of them. grey. damp at the toes. rolled them slow and brought each one to his face. not quick. not like he didn’t realise. full on pressed them into his nose and breathed in. eyes shut. proper inhale.

and the worst part is i got hard. full. thick. like my body clocked something i didn’t.

i just stood there. frozen. heart ...Devamını Oku