[John closes his eyes as Poe's fingers work the shampoo through his hair, massaging his scalp. His head hangs forward, shoulders dropping.
Powder or no powder, it's relaxing. At least when Poe is doing it. There are a lot of things Poe can do no one else can. How he's gotten under John's skin, and into his heart and head, is anyone's guess.
There's too much John likes about him to narrow it down to any one thing, but if he were forced to choose, at gunpoint, he would say it's Poe's soul.
At his core, beneath the calluses and battle scars, Poe is a good man. Like so few are. Being with him, near him, makes John want to be good, too. When Poe touches him like this, with such care and consideration, he can almost believe he is.]
I'm okay. Think I'm coming down, now.
[A pause, shoulderblades shifting as he braces his hands over Poe's knees.]
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Powder or no powder, it's relaxing. At least when Poe is doing it. There are a lot of things Poe can do no one else can. How he's gotten under John's skin, and into his heart and head, is anyone's guess.
There's too much John likes about him to narrow it down to any one thing, but if he were forced to choose, at gunpoint, he would say it's Poe's soul.
At his core, beneath the calluses and battle scars, Poe is a good man. Like so few are. Being with him, near him, makes John want to be good, too. When Poe touches him like this, with such care and consideration, he can almost believe he is.]
I'm okay. Think I'm coming down, now.
[A pause, shoulderblades shifting as he braces his hands over Poe's knees.]
Thanks. For this.