Dan climbs into the truck, buckles up the old seatbelt, then watches Duck do the same. Duck puts the key into the ignition. He looks over to Dan, starts to turn away but stops.
"Hey," Duck says. He leans in, straining a bit against the belt, and Dan can feel his face heating up, his blood starting to pound a little bit more. "Stay still a second-- you've got a thing--"
Dan licks his own lips. Duck's face is close to his, just a few inches away, and Duck's vision is concentrated heavy on Dan's face. He reaches his finger out and strokes it lightly across the soft skin under Dan's eye.
Duck moves back a little, smiling. The lines around his mouth are all crinkled up and his eyes look amused. "You got an eyelash," he says softly. He lifts his finger so Dan can see the tiny black hair lying on the edge. "You have to make a wish now."
Dan says, "Okay." His voice is a little husky. He moves his mouth closer to Duck's hand. It feels like it takes a long time, much longer than the brief second it must be, for his breath to move across Duck's finger and blow the eyelash away.
Duck waits a moment, and then he sits back in his seat, turns his attention back to the front and starts the truck. "You wish for something good?" he asks as they start to leave the parking lot.
"Yeah," says Dan, watching Duck's long tanned fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. "I think so."
******
[Less is more! All the cool kids are doing it! /peer pressure]
"Hey," Duck says. He leans in, straining a bit against the belt, and Dan can feel his face heating up, his blood starting to pound a little bit more. "Stay still a second-- you've got a thing--"
Dan licks his own lips. Duck's face is close to his, just a few inches away, and Duck's vision is concentrated heavy on Dan's face. He reaches his finger out and strokes it lightly across the soft skin under Dan's eye.
Duck moves back a little, smiling. The lines around his mouth are all crinkled up and his eyes look amused. "You got an eyelash," he says softly. He lifts his finger so Dan can see the tiny black hair lying on the edge. "You have to make a wish now."
Dan says, "Okay." His voice is a little husky. He moves his mouth closer to Duck's hand. It feels like it takes a long time, much longer than the brief second it must be, for his breath to move across Duck's finger and blow the eyelash away.
Duck waits a moment, and then he sits back in his seat, turns his attention back to the front and starts the truck. "You wish for something good?" he asks as they start to leave the parking lot.
"Yeah," says Dan, watching Duck's long tanned fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. "I think so."
******
[Less is more! All the cool kids are doing it! /peer pressure]
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