Saturday 31 January 2015

#MySexySaturday week 77




This week’s theme is Their Sexy Thoughts. When characters think about each other in a sexy, exciting way.

I’m taking mine from Moonlit Wolves: A Werewolf’s Howl, mostly because, off the top of my head, this one that meet criteria, though that’s not true, not really, because they all think there mates are hot as hell.

Anyway, this is what Brad sees Kyle again, after a few years apart.


Kyle was still handsome as hell. So much so, that Brad had yet to look away from him to see Gene and James. Tall and broad, with sharp features that somehow was softened by the roughness of his beard. His eyes, Brad knew, were deep blue, almost black. It was a memory that was playing over what the real image that was just a foot too far away and the light just this side of too dark. That too, and the man’s eyes sank into his face a little, so maybe, you wouldn’t have been able to from this distance anyway.
Brad shook his head. Why he was thinking about such a mundane point when he should have been remembering the fuck up he created and the loss that happened after it.
Pete was his fault. It was entirely his fault, and was one of the real reasons he had no problem coming back home when Mick had told him the specifics about this case. Too much of it was like that night for Brad not to want to help, even if his help turned him into cannon fodder more than anything else.
Brad understood. He was a rookie through and through. There was no way he could help any, not really. Only learn, and this wasn’t on the books, so it became obvious what he was really needed for. It didn’t surprise him when he was asked to go to the pub for a few beers, and then told what happened on their drive back to the base.
“Brad?” Two voices asked him, both filled with concern. One was his boss, that deep tone of a man who had been through too much, and the other, a childhood friend, if you could call knowing someone for two years as such. Although these boys came into their group, and it felt, to Brad, like they had always been there like a brotherly family, from the get go. It disturbed him, then, more so because of what it really meant to him. What his own mind had been coming to terms with for years prior to them showing up. Accepting that came with more time, and a kiss that ruined everything.
Brad still couldn’t take his eyes of Kyle. It had always been like that. Turning his chin slightly, as if he was looking elsewhere, something he’d perfected, if he did say so himself, he replied, “Yeah?”
“You okay, mate?”
No. “‘Course.”

 
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