Saturday, December 4, 2010
Beyond the Gaze of a Boy - Hide
With a mortification I haven't known since figuring out I was gay at fourteen, I find myself unable to control my own body. Dinners and such have been bad enough, but being around a half-clothed, dripping Jasper is just too much.
His body is firm and toned, decorated with newly discovered tattoos. They're subtle, but the darker design covering his right shoulder draws my eye the way the ink on his left forearm had the first night I met him.
This time, though, I catch Jasper's eyes on me whenever I glance at him. I know he's seen me staring.
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