[Blue takes the water wordlessly and sips, swishes around for a moment, then cranes his neck and spits it into the toilet. Sips, swishes, gurgles, spits again. Repeat. He glances down at the glass, apparently decides that’s enough, and sets it gingerly down on the tile floor beside them.]
[He twists and reaches for Red then, fingers lacing into the mess of hair under his cap at the back of his head, and pulls himself close to kiss him the way he meant to last night, soft and deep and slow, breathing in slow the scent of him, comforting and familiar. His other hand comes up, grips onto Red’s shoulder, then cups his face.]
[Which is all really romantic and sweet until he suddenly makes a sound against Red’s mouth, shoves him away, and throws himself back over the toilet. Splosh.]
[Be glad your boy has a good intuition for when he’s gotta do business, Red.]
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[He twists and reaches for Red then, fingers lacing into the mess of hair under his cap at the back of his head, and pulls himself close to kiss him the way he meant to last night, soft and deep and slow, breathing in slow the scent of him, comforting and familiar. His other hand comes up, grips onto Red’s shoulder, then cups his face.]
[Which is all really romantic and sweet until he suddenly makes a sound against Red’s mouth, shoves him away, and throws himself back over the toilet. Splosh.]
[Be glad your boy has a good intuition for when he’s gotta do business, Red.]