white lies

He could feel eyes on him, burrowing into his back, but that was hardly unusual for him but this time it lacked the cutting paranoia that usually came with it. He liked the thought of him being watched by the male. He wanted to be watched by him. The male mentioned the healing qualities of rosemary but he barely heard it, his heart was beating too loudly. Over and over a phrase repeated itself in his mind, one the male had said that at first, he had brushed off. ” Love between men.” Did such a thing happen? Was it even possible? He felt a brotherly bond between him and Church once, and the all too familial obligation to his father and his brother but nothing else.

He turned his head and snuck a cautious glance at the male. Their eyes met for a moment before he forced himself to look away, feeling a pleasant coolness run through him. Now his thoughts were on how neatly his body would fold against the god’s, how he could feel his silky fine fur on his back crawling up to his neck. He searched the log and came up empty handed again. With his mind elsewhere he drifted silently to a moss covered tree stump. This would be it, he was sure of it, he’d find the mushrooms and leave these strange thoughts behind with the male once he had fulfilled his purpose. Thinking of that left a dull ache in his chest, but maybe that was for the best.
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