Startled, Ozzy whipped himself around to find Fraser in a crumpled heap, once again. His feet were bare and he could tell he’d left the cave in a panic, from what he wasn’t sure but still he rushed to his aid, tucking his manhood away as almost an afterthought. Two quick strides and he made it to Fraser’s side, reached down and pulled him up by his shirt.
“You’ve really gotta slow down Doc,” he said with a chuckle as he kneeled down to dust debris from Fraser’s legs.
Even his toes are adorable...all covered in muck…
Without thinking, Ozzy looped an arm around his waist and lifted Fraser off his feet. “Shouldn’t be out here shoeless either. No telling what kinda sharps are hiding in the muck. Remember what I said about not getting mangled,” he said with a snort as he deposited him in a patch of soft grass not far a few paces away. “Do your business and I’ll break camp. Mind your footing on the way back... Can’t have those delicate soles injured,” he said, the last of course was supposed to stay inside his head. Ozzy hoped his shock didn’t show on his face. Though his jaw was set, he could feel a warmth spreading along his high cheekbones and down the back of his neck. And despite the crisp morning air, there was sweat running down his back.
“I don’t wanna have to carry you again,” he offered with a smirk, hoping that might be enough to throw Fraser off.
Keep it together...just a few more days...keep it together…
He must have repeated it a million times as he kicked out what remained of the fire and packed away his bedroll. He found his cup, still with remnants of last night tea and smiled a little as he fingered the rim. Those lips were on this cup, he thought before shoving it into his kit.
Wonder what else they’re good for…
“You’ve really gotta slow down Doc,” he said with a chuckle as he kneeled down to dust debris from Fraser’s legs.
Even his toes are adorable...all covered in muck…
Without thinking, Ozzy looped an arm around his waist and lifted Fraser off his feet. “Shouldn’t be out here shoeless either. No telling what kinda sharps are hiding in the muck. Remember what I said about not getting mangled,” he said with a snort as he deposited him in a patch of soft grass not far a few paces away. “Do your business and I’ll break camp. Mind your footing on the way back... Can’t have those delicate soles injured,” he said, the last of course was supposed to stay inside his head. Ozzy hoped his shock didn’t show on his face. Though his jaw was set, he could feel a warmth spreading along his high cheekbones and down the back of his neck. And despite the crisp morning air, there was sweat running down his back.
“I don’t wanna have to carry you again,” he offered with a smirk, hoping that might be enough to throw Fraser off.
Keep it together...just a few more days...keep it together…
He must have repeated it a million times as he kicked out what remained of the fire and packed away his bedroll. He found his cup, still with remnants of last night tea and smiled a little as he fingered the rim. Those lips were on this cup, he thought before shoving it into his kit.
Wonder what else they’re good for…