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“Nick, please. It was a mistake.” Sean pleaded, turning away in shame.
Nick wasn’t supposed to find out like this, he’d meant to ease him into it, gentle instead of this stumbling and sudden revelation. There were many things Sean regretted having done in his life but this one—this one has left a mark on him quite unlike anything else. He bowed his head, desperately wishing to turn back time, just this once.
“Sean,” Nick’s voice was strangled.
“Don’t, don’t say anything. I was young and foolish and now it’s something I’ll have to live with. I still regret it to this day.”
Nick breathed through his nose, emotions welling up in him in response. Blue-steel eyes focused on Sean, full of a fire he couldn’t stamp down. He reached out with trembling fingers, hands splaying flat on warm dark skin. He held his breath as he mapped out the smooth planes of Sean’s back and quietly, almost reverently, thanked the powers-that-be that he was lucky enough to witness this.
Sean shivered, head still bowed and turned away, the tips of his ears flushing red. Nick grinned, fingers tracing intricate lines.
“The tramp stamp looks really good on you.”
“Shut up, Nick."