[ Of course not, he wants to say. God, I wanted to jump you the second I fuckin' saw you.
But he keeps the words caged in – mostly because he doesn't like the idea of dropping his cards on the table like that.
Instead of a proper answer, he breathes out a laugh.
He runs his hands along Vasquez's bared skin, fingers splayed wide to touch as much of him as he can, feeling the way he tenses beneath Faraday's touch. He hooks a couple of fingers into the waistband of Vasquez's slacks and tugs him toward the bed. ]
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But he keeps the words caged in – mostly because he doesn't like the idea of dropping his cards on the table like that.
Instead of a proper answer, he breathes out a laugh.
He runs his hands along Vasquez's bared skin, fingers splayed wide to touch as much of him as he can, feeling the way he tenses beneath Faraday's touch. He hooks a couple of fingers into the waistband of Vasquez's slacks and tugs him toward the bed. ]