cowbois
He can't look away even if he tried, Leo realizes, as he watches the beads of sweat trail down Simon's neck, glistening in the afternoon sun.
He watches as Simon brings one long finger up to tug on his neckerchief, already damp and loose from sweat and riding through the morning, and leaving a sliver of pale skin available for Leo's eyes to skitter over and commit to memory.
He watches the tendons in Simon's neck stretch and his adam's apple bob as he tilts his head back and greedily swallows mouthful after mouthful of water.
Some droplets trickle out of the corner of his mouth and down his chin, leaving behind a glistening trail that Leo wants to wipe away— wants to run his tongue up the path straight to Simon's mouth and claim his lips as the sun sets.
Then Simon, canteen still pressed to his lips, opens his eyes and meets Leo's gaze head on as he takes another swallow, throat bobbing. Leo suddenly wants to do something else entirely.
It's doing terrible things for Leo's already fraying self control and it's all he can do to rip his eyes away from the display and rifle through their saddlebags for the lunch the girls packed them.
Simon's chuckle echos across the space and Leo feels his ears redden.
"You don’t have to be shy," Simon says. "I have nothing to hide."
Leo doesnt reply. Instead, he finds the jerky and sandwiches and pulls them out. Takes a deep breath and forces himself to calm down.
When he turns back around, Simon is leaning back, hat tilted partially over his eyes and shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, exposing the swirls of ink decorating corded muscles.
His neckerchief is abandoned beside him and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. More of that glorious, pale skin is revealed and the defined muscles of Simon's chest carve a straight line down.
Leo's mouth goes dry.
Simon lolls his head to the side, meets Leo's gaze under the brim of his hat and smiles, slow and sweet.
Leo feels his lips twitch up in response and he chucks one of the sandwiches at Simon's pretty face.
"Eat up, cowboy," he says as Simon flips him off. "We're not done riding yet."
The smirk Simon sends him is nothing short of devastating. "Oh, I reckon we're just getting started."
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Me, writing with OC's?? More likely than you think.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed the gae I got inspired by the cowboy ghost that regularly possess tumblr users and this was born.
