He’s thinking about marshmallows in his hair. Tony knows it. The way he runs his hand through his hair, like he’s feeling for globs of sticky gooey, gives him away. It’s cute, endearing, and Tony has to bite the inside of his lip to keep from smiling at him as he does it.
“Well, since I don’t want to blow up into a gigantic blueberry, I guess I’m gonna have to agree with you there. No side trips to the chocolate factory, no swimming in the chocolate river, no eating a bunch of junk until we explode. I can live with that.”
Stepping up to the cooler, Tony takes a seat on it as close to Justin as he can without being obnoxious about it. He’s spent most of his life in California. He doesn’t camp out. He lives in a temperature-controlled house and travels in a collection of temperature-controlled vehicles. He’s going to be cold in no time, and the closer he is to Justin, the more he can soak in his body heat. And there’s the added bonus of just being close to him.
“Smores time sounds great. Is that…” He peers around him at the duffel bag. “Walk me through it, Smoresmaster.”
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“Well, since I don’t want to blow up into a gigantic blueberry, I guess I’m gonna have to agree with you there. No side trips to the chocolate factory, no swimming in the chocolate river, no eating a bunch of junk until we explode. I can live with that.”
Stepping up to the cooler, Tony takes a seat on it as close to Justin as he can without being obnoxious about it. He’s spent most of his life in California. He doesn’t camp out. He lives in a temperature-controlled house and travels in a collection of temperature-controlled vehicles. He’s going to be cold in no time, and the closer he is to Justin, the more he can soak in his body heat. And there’s the added bonus of just being close to him.
“Smores time sounds great. Is that…” He peers around him at the duffel bag. “Walk me through it, Smoresmaster.”