send ‘ scars ‘ to trace my muses scars ; ( add + to reverse )
@psykicks said: Scars / Dean
It was a rainy, do-nothing Saturday. Kent relished in the poor weather though he’d never admit it aloud. Their plans to go on a drive, with the fold-down top of Dean’s souped-up little convertible, had been thoroughly squashed by the deluge. But that just meant he now had a legitimate reason to support his urge to lie in bed with a doorstopper of a novel instead. Oddly enough, for a town as sleepy as Rockwell, Maine, the mayor’s office had seen quite an influx in traffic that week. While it meant Kent got to familiarize (and prostrate himself) before the public, it had left him exhausted.
All that to say they were still right where they had ended the night before, lying atop and betwixt each other in scarcely more than their undergarments. As Kent had begun to open himself up more in their solitude, his previous need for real sleepwear had slowly fallen by the wayside. The only other ‘thing’ he wore now was a pair of reading glasses.
“Hm?” His fingers gripped tight to a page midt-turn and he pursed his lips. Kent rolled his attention over to Dean beside him, then down to the hand curiously tracing the faded and uneven skin stripping down to his navel. “Oh.” Kent chuckled and turned that page. “Don’t you ever get tired of that?”
