Dom/Harold
In response to starlikeshadow's Dom/Harold, I wrote my take on Dom's POV for the first part and a half that she posted.
It was no secret that Harold had been watching him the entire day. Dom could feel his dark eyes following him, inspecting him, never leaving him expect for very short amounts of time.
It wasn’t until he was eating that he decided to call the older man on it, meeting his eyes with a knowing smile and a cocky eye. He knew he was right when Harold smiled back, eyeing the length of his neck and the sweat dripping down it in the hot sun, and couldn’t look away.
So he picked up his glass of lemonade, at first only taking a small sip, watching Harold out the corner of his eye, before chugging it and feeling the runaway droplets slide down his neck, miggling with the salty sweat already there, with eyes closed. He could feel Harold gulp from across the table.
It was no secret that Harold had been watching him the entire day. Dom could feel his dark eyes following him, inspecting him, never leaving him expect for very short amounts of time.
It wasn’t until he was eating that he decided to call the older man on it, meeting his eyes with a knowing smile and a cocky eye. He knew he was right when Harold smiled back, eyeing the length of his neck and the sweat dripping down it in the hot sun, and couldn’t look away.
So he picked up his glass of lemonade, at first only taking a small sip, watching Harold out the corner of his eye, before chugging it and feeling the runaway droplets slide down his neck, miggling with the salty sweat already there, with eyes closed. He could feel Harold gulp from across the table.