"Awesome! It'll be great to get out of the monkey... suit." Josh realizes he's staring again as Dwayne tugs at the collar and cuffs of his dress shirt, and he finds himself wishing the big ginger would maybe open a couple buttons. Or roll the sleeves up. And oh god he's just as glad he hasn't, because then he'd probably be doomed in the staring department, and he turns away to poke into another cabinet, licking his lips at his suddenly dry mouth.
He might be doomed in general, actually, sharing space with Dwayne for who knows how long... and the man's next comment doesn't help, or the look on his face when he makes it, because it just makes Josh think of taking that shower with an audience. And that Dwayne wouldn't be unjustified in expecting to keep an eye on him, all things considered. And, crap, that he's torn between being mortified and... jesus, he really doesn't need this, turned on at the thought. Thank god it's not actually going to happen.
There's not a darn thing he can do about the blush he feels heating his cheeks, but he keeps his back mostly turned to Dwayne, with poking around in the cabinets as an excuse, and just turns his head enough to meet his eyes. And catch that sharp, bright grin and the quirk of coppery eyebrows, and he has to bite back the urge to flirt. Because, yeah, he's always known he has a thing for big guys... and for gingers... and maybe a bit more interest in older guys than is strictly standard, but this is business, important and dangerous business and a potential in for being able to do a heck of a lot more good than he's been managing so far, and he needs to not let his libido screw it up.
"Yeah." Oh good, he doesn't sound strangled, though maybe a little hoarse. "Sounds like a plan, I'll just-" He nods at the cabinet he currently has open. "Poke around a bit more and figure out dinner first, then have that shower." And maybe after that he'll be able to keep his cool through cooking and eating, talking through the situation some more, and then escaping to crash out for a while.
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He might be doomed in general, actually, sharing space with Dwayne for who knows how long... and the man's next comment doesn't help, or the look on his face when he makes it, because it just makes Josh think of taking that shower with an audience. And that Dwayne wouldn't be unjustified in expecting to keep an eye on him, all things considered. And, crap, that he's torn between being mortified and... jesus, he really doesn't need this, turned on at the thought. Thank god it's not actually going to happen.
There's not a darn thing he can do about the blush he feels heating his cheeks, but he keeps his back mostly turned to Dwayne, with poking around in the cabinets as an excuse, and just turns his head enough to meet his eyes. And catch that sharp, bright grin and the quirk of coppery eyebrows, and he has to bite back the urge to flirt. Because, yeah, he's always known he has a thing for big guys... and for gingers... and maybe a bit more interest in older guys than is strictly standard, but this is business, important and dangerous business and a potential in for being able to do a heck of a lot more good than he's been managing so far, and he needs to not let his libido screw it up.
"Yeah." Oh good, he doesn't sound strangled, though maybe a little hoarse. "Sounds like a plan, I'll just-" He nods at the cabinet he currently has open. "Poke around a bit more and figure out dinner first, then have that shower." And maybe after that he'll be able to keep his cool through cooking and eating, talking through the situation some more, and then escaping to crash out for a while.