@lsainttwinkl ;; From here.
[⭐] Abel wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. He had a stomach ache all day for one particular reason. He was fine earlier. He had gotten up, showered and felt good about himself. So good he thought maybe he would take a photo. Sinful, yes, but what if it was for a loved one? Would that loved one like it?
After he had taken the photo, in his full glory, he felt nervous. His stomach hurt and there was an internal back and forth if he should send the photo or not. He wanted to send it to Peter. He wanted to finally try and move things along in their maybe-boyfriends but not quite boyfriends relationship.
He sat there in a bathrobe, staring at the photo message for hours, debating if he should say something. Well, of course he should say something. Otherwise that would be awkward, right? But then, Peter was a Saint. He shouldn't be doing this to him. He shouldn't sexualize him. And what if he wasn't into all of that, that the photo displayed?
He felt sick.
"Abel, you're a disaster..." he groans, rubbing at his face, "Just..delete the photo. It's not worth the embarrassment..." Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear his dad making chicken noises. He was chickening out. "Why did I even take it to begin with?"
He felt utterly stupid. He was missing a meeting over these emotions!
He moves to lift his phone back up to get rid of the message, but he loses his grip. With a yelp, he tries to catch the phone as it tumbles to the floor face down. "Oh cheese and crackers..." He reaches down to pick it up, dread instantly filling him. Eyes widen as he sees the image had sent. No message, just him butt ass naked. "Oh no, can I recall a text??? How do I delete it?!" He fumbles with the phone, hoping he can get rid of the message before Peter sees it. He's in a meeting, he should be busy, he should be -- he was typing. Peter was typing!!!
Abel found himself holding his breath with great anxiety, watching the dots show as Peter typed out his message. One. Then another. And another.
"Oh holy cheese, he hates it..." The doubt washes over him like a tidal wave and he can feel the tears prick his eyes. Peter is just being nice. Beautiful? Yeah, sure. He wipes at his face, trying to wipe away the tears. He finally found the delete button and hoped the picture would disappear for Peter too.
[Sorry, that was an accident!]
[Hope the meeting's going well!]
He groans, setting the phone aside and curling up. He felt so embarrassed and just wanted to hide in shame.
