[ Vasquez pauses at his own shirt to watch Faraday, to admire the broad shoulders and chest now on display. Faraday hadn’t made it easy, the other night, and there had been so much of a rush to slake their mutual need that Vasquez hadn’t appreciated his partner the way he wanted.
Of course, he’s seen plenty of Faraday in other contexts, but Vasquez had at least been polite enough not to ogle the other man. ]
You make a good point. [ And he repeats Faraday, ] Seems only fair.
[ He flashes Faraday that wild, challenging grin as he returns to his own shirt, shrugging out of the fabric. It joins his vest, though he doesn’t bother folding anything. ]
Is that mouth of yours any good for more than speaking bullshit?
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Of course, he’s seen plenty of Faraday in other contexts, but Vasquez had at least been polite enough not to ogle the other man. ]
You make a good point. [ And he repeats Faraday, ] Seems only fair.
[ He flashes Faraday that wild, challenging grin as he returns to his own shirt, shrugging out of the fabric. It joins his vest, though he doesn’t bother folding anything. ]
Is that mouth of yours any good for more than speaking bullshit?