WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
The shift between them had been happening for a while, subtle, unspoken, a gradual wearing down of boundaries.
It started with the simple fact that Rai had stopped complaining when Zade lounged around shirtless. Because he was so stressed those days, and somehow everything Zade did made Rai feel better. Basically, he had gotten used a lot of things at this point.
In that process, through a blur of fast talking and backward logic that Rai still couldn't entirely parse, Zade had managed to rid Rai of his shirt, too.
Now, the familiarity of Zade's bare skin against his own was the only anchoring thing in the room.
When Zade leaned in close, his breath brushing Rai's cheek, Rai instinctively brought his hands up to Zade's shoulders, trying to hold the sudden, heavy tension at bay.
"No," Rai said, his voice flat but lacked real bite.
"Why?" Zade's eyes gleamed with a quiet amusement.
"No."
"Come on."
"No."
"Are you shy?" Zade taunted softly.
