It’s no secret that Off has been working out. He shares gym selfies and Gun talks about it at press interviews. It’s Gun’s way of showing support. He is proud of the work his partner has put in.
Ok, yeah. Gun also jokes about the six pack abs that he hopes to see. But in the end, Gun just wants to see Papii take care of himself. Gun wants Papii to live a long, healthy, and flourishing life.
So this shouldn’t come as a surprise to Gun.
The way Off looks tonight has Gun completely stunned.
They are at Off’s condo, discussing their outfits for the next fashion event. They are going to walk the red carpet and later Off will be on the catwalk. They discussed their couple's clothes and now Off appears out of his bedroom a second time, wearing the runway look.
Gun’s breath catches, his heart trips over itself in his chest, and he has to refrain from reaching and outright grabbing.
The man is wearing a simple outfit. It’s only jeans and a turtleneck, accompanied with boots and a leather jacket. But it’s the fit that drives Gun into a…fit.
Of course, that’s when Off turns and reveals the back half of his outfit.
Gun loses all sense of control. A needy whine spills from his lips and before he knows it, he’s closing in on Off from behind. One hand immediately snakes around Off’s torso, fingers splaying over the skin tight material hugging the man’s stomach. Gun feels Off’s firmer muscles beneath his hand—no longer the soft belly Gun’s used to pinching.
Gun’s other hand has its own mission. It goes right for the tear in Off’s jeans, right underneath the man’s ass. Gun’s fingers slip in the rip, touching the soft skin of the back of Off’s thigh.
“What the fuck is this?” Gun groans against his back.
“What…ahhh, is everything ok?” Off asks with a hint of concern.
“Not fair,” Gun mumbles. The buttery smooth leather jacket rubs against his cheek as he nuzzles him.
“I know,” Off murmurs. “You should be on the runway too.”
Gun sighs and shakes his head. “No…that’s not…I’m not talking about that.”
“What’s not fair then?” Off asks. He lifts his hand and places it right over Gun’s on his belly, stroking his fingers.
“It’s not fair,” Gun says softly. “What you still do to me after all these years.” Then he presses closer, gently rocking his hips against the back of Off’s legs.
Gun knows Off feels his desire by the breathy sigh he hears followed by the tightened grip on Gun’s hand. Off says one word, but the message is clear.
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