Adam ground down against him more firmly and steadily, surprised by how much he liked the feeling of Alec warm and solid between his legs, addicted to the rhythm of it.
His grin widened at the way Alec stared, the sweet awe on Alec's face, but it dropped suddenly with a shiver at the question. He recoiled a little, closing into himself, cheeks flushing with fear now instead of lust.
Keeping his hands on Alec's shoulders to steady them both, Adam swallowed hard. "It's not," he said, thick and choked, and couldn't finish. It's not a pretty sight. I'm not worth wanting.
Ducking his head as another tremor went through him, Adam struggled for a moment with trying to explain, or asking for time. He decided instead on bare honesty, letting his skin speak for him.
Hands shaking, Adam pulled his shirt up slowly, revealing the scars and burns, the broken collarbone that had never healed right, the deep hollows under and between his ribs from years of going hungry. All the damage and pain that Adam was sure only made him more unlovable.
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His grin widened at the way Alec stared, the sweet awe on Alec's face, but it dropped suddenly with a shiver at the question. He recoiled a little, closing into himself, cheeks flushing with fear now instead of lust.
Keeping his hands on Alec's shoulders to steady them both, Adam swallowed hard. "It's not," he said, thick and choked, and couldn't finish. It's not a pretty sight. I'm not worth wanting.
Ducking his head as another tremor went through him, Adam struggled for a moment with trying to explain, or asking for time. He decided instead on bare honesty, letting his skin speak for him.
Hands shaking, Adam pulled his shirt up slowly, revealing the scars and burns, the broken collarbone that had never healed right, the deep hollows under and between his ribs from years of going hungry. All the damage and pain that Adam was sure only made him more unlovable.