There was another danger in this, one that Cash hadn't recognized before: the weight of Theo's arms around his shoulders and back felt safe, like they were tethering him to this spot. He was so fucked, and even if he wanted to ignore it, it would have been impossible to do so when Theo said Cash again and Cash felt a fluttering in his lungs.
They could joke about it and they could poke fun at each other and he could act like this didn't matter, but maybe it did, and he hadn't meant to call Gallivan Theo but he didn't want to take it back, either. Which meant — something. He wasn't sure what it meant, at least not yet, and it was impossible to decide when Gallivan's arms were around him.
He hummed against the sponsor's skin and started kissing down Theo's collarbone and ribs and abdomen — he avoided the scar — until he was eventually on his knees. Cash paused, his hand hovering over the front of Theo's trousers. He looked up at the other man. "Theo," he said, a little tongue-in-cheek this time — but he was looking up at him with one eyebrow raised, is this okay?
They could joke about it and they could poke fun at each other and he could act like this didn't matter, but maybe it did, and he hadn't meant to call Gallivan Theo but he didn't want to take it back, either. Which meant — something. He wasn't sure what it meant, at least not yet, and it was impossible to decide when Gallivan's arms were around him.
He hummed against the sponsor's skin and started kissing down Theo's collarbone and ribs and abdomen — he avoided the scar — until he was eventually on his knees. Cash paused, his hand hovering over the front of Theo's trousers. He looked up at the other man. "Theo," he said, a little tongue-in-cheek this time — but he was looking up at him with one eyebrow raised, is this okay?
MJ made this!