Exactly one hundred words
Thanks to ellyrianna for the inspiration.
Dedicated to gmta_nz.
The latest incarnation of Justin’s studio shower is alfresco. A copper pipe, cool river water, and a limestone bench beneath an ancient olive tree.
“Is it my imagination or are you becoming increasingly careless?” Crouched at Justin’s feet, Brian scrubs at a particularly stubborn spot below his ankle.
“Increasingly passionate,” Justin replies, kicking playfully.
There are generous splashes of gold and ocher in the most unlikely of places.
Giving him a knowing look, Brian bends back to his work, gripping Justin’s foot a little harder than before. Grinning, Justin sips his wine and spreads his toes as wide as possible.
Dedicated to gmta_nz.
The latest incarnation of Justin’s studio shower is alfresco. A copper pipe, cool river water, and a limestone bench beneath an ancient olive tree.
“Is it my imagination or are you becoming increasingly careless?” Crouched at Justin’s feet, Brian scrubs at a particularly stubborn spot below his ankle.
“Increasingly passionate,” Justin replies, kicking playfully.
There are generous splashes of gold and ocher in the most unlikely of places.
Giving him a knowing look, Brian bends back to his work, gripping Justin’s foot a little harder than before. Grinning, Justin sips his wine and spreads his toes as wide as possible.