[ For a guy who who hadn't been out for hanami before (as far as he knew), Tim knew how to pick a good spot. Majima set down the items from the cafe and helped smooth the blanket down, and then took a seat beside his companion. They were close enough that his fingers settled over Tim's, and he didn't move them.
But at the sound of Tim's voice, Majima glanced sideways at the man. Was he offering what it sounded like he was offering? And if so, how did he know Majima was into laps? ]
...I think I'll accept that invitation.
[ The idea of it made him feel a little exposed -- vulnerable, in a way that the affair with Makoto had taught him could be used to hurt. Would be used, if he was still under Shimano's thumb. But he did want to. So he shifted, resting his head on the proffered lap so he could feel the indirect sunlight on his face. Majima's long, dark hair pooled over the fabric of Tim's slacks... and was it just him, or did Tim make a pretty nice cushion? ]
It's been a long time since I went out and looked at the flowers.
[ Which was Majima's way of saying that it was a long time since he'd enjoyed them with anyone, too. After a few moments, he closed his eyes, and then there was a wolf with his head resting on Tim's thigh, pointed ears swiveling to the sound of rustling leaves. He was getting fine white fur on Tim's pants, but as was the nature of all canines, didn't seem to care. His forepaws were curled loosely in front of him, exposing an expanse of fluffy stomach. ]
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But at the sound of Tim's voice, Majima glanced sideways at the man. Was he offering what it sounded like he was offering? And if so, how did he know Majima was into laps? ]
...I think I'll accept that invitation.
[ The idea of it made him feel a little exposed -- vulnerable, in a way that the affair with Makoto had taught him could be used to hurt. Would be used, if he was still under Shimano's thumb. But he did want to. So he shifted, resting his head on the proffered lap so he could feel the indirect sunlight on his face. Majima's long, dark hair pooled over the fabric of Tim's slacks... and was it just him, or did Tim make a pretty nice cushion? ]
It's been a long time since I went out and looked at the flowers.
[ Which was Majima's way of saying that it was a long time since he'd enjoyed them with anyone, too. After a few moments, he closed his eyes, and then there was a wolf with his head resting on Tim's thigh, pointed ears swiveling to the sound of rustling leaves. He was getting fine white fur on Tim's pants, but as was the nature of all canines, didn't seem to care. His forepaws were curled loosely in front of him, exposing an expanse of fluffy stomach. ]