( the times when any of them get to be their actual age are few and far between. archie thinks he can count the occasions on his hands but he doubts he actually needs the second one. that is, if he could count. he’s sort of beyond that, here, right now with his head back against the wall and one leg bent at the knee, empty beer bottle in hand. he's sprawled entirely too close to reggie—not crowding him but not giving him much breathing room, either. as if he even has a concept of what someone else's personal space is supposed to look like because he's touchy-feely in general. the usual stuff: hands on shoulders, hugging, yanking someone in playfully in the crook of his elbow, touches on the small of a friend's back.
this isn't that.
their thighs aren't flush together but every time archie moves, they brush. maybe that's not anything in and of itself but accompanied with turning his upper half bodily towards reggie, it's something. the leg that's straightened out ( closest to reggie ) pulls in, both knees pointing closer as he leans towards him. he's not really putting much thought into what it looks like, more focused on what he's after. with the hand that's farthest from reggie, he reaches towards his lap where his hands are. where his beer is. cheeks warm, hair mussed from running his fingers through it, bottom lip a little red from worrying it between his teeth.
if reggie doesn't anchor him with a hand on his chest, shove him away, or stop him in some other manner, then he's pilfering the drink right out of his palms and putting his lips where reggie's had been a moment ago to help himself. )
Thanks. I needed that. ( it's true, regardless of whether he stops archie or lets him go. )
slides in here after sleeping on that other thread but also canonpoint flexible
this isn't that.
their thighs aren't flush together but every time archie moves, they brush. maybe that's not anything in and of itself but accompanied with turning his upper half bodily towards reggie, it's something. the leg that's straightened out ( closest to reggie ) pulls in, both knees pointing closer as he leans towards him. he's not really putting much thought into what it looks like, more focused on what he's after. with the hand that's farthest from reggie, he reaches towards his lap where his hands are. where his beer is. cheeks warm, hair mussed from running his fingers through it, bottom lip a little red from worrying it between his teeth.
if reggie doesn't anchor him with a hand on his chest, shove him away, or stop him in some other manner, then he's pilfering the drink right out of his palms and putting his lips where reggie's had been a moment ago to help himself. )
Thanks. I needed that. ( it's true, regardless of whether he stops archie or lets him go. )