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jacket

our  muses  are  stuck  in  a  rainstorm  send  me  ‘ jacket ‘   for  my  muse  to  to  give  your  muse  their  jacket

He had been too busy looking for a place to duck into for shelter to pay attention to Carlos. For the most part, he simply assumed that the other was following behind him and was just as eager to get out of the rain as he was. Clothes had already been soaked through in the couple of minutes that they had been outside — Ryder could feel the chill starting to set in, too. The sudden material draped across his shoulders made him tense for a second as attention flickered back to Carlos. “You’re gonna get soaked,” he pointed out with a raise eyebrow. As if they were not soaked through already. 

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Buck nodded as he watched Carlos' fingers tap his neck, going so far as to tilt his head slightly. It was something Buck had done countless times to other people but that didn't seem to help still the butterflies in his stomach. "Okay," he breathed, a shy smile appearing briefly on his face. A moment later his lips were brushing agains that same spot, Carlos' skin warm against him. The kiss was soft, apprehensive about what he and Carlos were doing together. Then as his normal confidence seemed to find him again his actions became more certain and his kiss deepened.