Woolen socks, freshly polished wood. The texture of the planks and the weight of the garments mean no one's in danger of going sliding about unless one of them tries very hard to do it. Francis sways back, confident, deliberately leading from the follow position just so Thomas isn't lost to start with.
Linked fingers, Thomas' hand on his side, and Francis lets his own other hand skirt closer to the younger man's chest than his shoulder. His thumb threatens where the notch in his clavicle is, hidden beneath his clothes. They get to move slower, stand closer. Francis lets himself just enjoy it, watches the other man's face, delights in the way he moves and how nice it is to just hold onto each other.
It's not at all like Jamie teaching him how to do it. A different thing, entirely theirs.
"See," he says quietly. "You're much better than Kay."
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Woolen socks, freshly polished wood. The texture of the planks and the weight of the garments mean no one's in danger of going sliding about unless one of them tries very hard to do it. Francis sways back, confident, deliberately leading from the follow position just so Thomas isn't lost to start with.
Linked fingers, Thomas' hand on his side, and Francis lets his own other hand skirt closer to the younger man's chest than his shoulder. His thumb threatens where the notch in his clavicle is, hidden beneath his clothes. They get to move slower, stand closer. Francis lets himself just enjoy it, watches the other man's face, delights in the way he moves and how nice it is to just hold onto each other.
It's not at all like Jamie teaching him how to do it. A different thing, entirely theirs.
"See," he says quietly. "You're much better than Kay."