Guy's mouth waters. Oh, how Julian still knows him.
"Please. Would you like me to pour it?" While he is enjoying himself, Guy isn't used to being doted on by Julian Bell. When he'd often contemplated how being the poet's beau would play out, the visualisations were all of Guy, doling out all the romantic gestures he'd never been able to do before. This is as much an unexpected pleasure as it is an odd state of not knowing entirely what to do.
Jack Hewitt, after all, had waited on him nearly hand and foot, but there had been so little love between the both of them. Guy had always been looking for someone to ease the pain of losing Julian all those sordid and solitary years.
It isn't very often Guy is taken aback for words. Nearly always, it is a sign of frightening things, but for once in his life, Guy is content to not garble out strings of words for the sake of it.
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"Please. Would you like me to pour it?" While he is enjoying himself, Guy isn't used to being doted on by Julian Bell. When he'd often contemplated how being the poet's beau would play out, the visualisations were all of Guy, doling out all the romantic gestures he'd never been able to do before. This is as much an unexpected pleasure as it is an odd state of not knowing entirely what to do.
Jack Hewitt, after all, had waited on him nearly hand and foot, but there had been so little love between the both of them. Guy had always been looking for someone to ease the pain of losing Julian all those sordid and solitary years.
It isn't very often Guy is taken aback for words. Nearly always, it is a sign of frightening things, but for once in his life, Guy is content to not garble out strings of words for the sake of it.