#ft my chronic overuse of commas

[wayrad]

WIP Wednesday!

coming soon to dashboards near you.. clegan on a mountain. breaking…backs…

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When John takes his lower lip into his mouth and bites, something snaps, and Gale’s brought right back. He takes handfuls of John’s jacket; his wool-lined collar is thick and soft in his hands, pulling taut against John’s throat with the angle Gale’s got it in.

“You crazy?” he spits, lip curling. “I ain’t no—Ain’t no queer.”

John’s eyes dart between Gale’s. For all the rough behind his teeth, the venom he’d used to spit the word, John doesn’t look shamed or frightened or nothing. “Me neither,” he shakes his head. “Just getting warm, Buck. Ain’t no women around, huh?”

Gale—settles. It’s wrong, is what it is, how easily he settles. Like his mind and his body, they want this too.