They stop at a roadside motel on the way back to Toronto.
John catches sight of the sign, as they come around a bend, and there's still a light on in the office, shining through the thin brown lace curtains.
The tires of the pick up crunch on the gravel parking lot, and when John shuts off the ignition, there's silence and crickets.
Rodney checks them in, because he's the one with Canadian ID; and John stretches at the side of the truck, his shirt riding up to expose that patch of skin above his hip, that makes Rodney want to touch. Makes him want to put his palm there, feel John's skin soft and warm, reach his fingers up under the soft cotton of John's shirt, and sweep his thumb across the hairs on John's stomach.
Re: letting my mind wander.
They stop at a roadside motel on the way back to Toronto.
John catches sight of the sign, as they come around a bend, and there's still a light on in the office, shining through the thin brown lace curtains.
The tires of the pick up crunch on the gravel parking lot, and when John shuts off the ignition, there's silence and crickets.
Rodney checks them in, because he's the one with Canadian ID; and John stretches at the side of the truck, his shirt riding up to expose that patch of skin above his hip, that makes Rodney want to touch. Makes him want to put his palm there, feel John's skin soft and warm, reach his fingers up under the soft cotton of John's shirt, and sweep his thumb across the hairs on John's stomach.