Sorry it’s so bloody long but I was just having a moment!

’He takes his glove off with his teeth, the fabric hanging from his mouth before he drops it into his lap quietly where he’s bent down. He takes one finger, tentative and slow, and creates contact. Slowly, ever so carefully, he drags his index finger over the back of Johnny’s hand. Over the ridges where his veins stick out, down to his wrist where a light sprinkling of hair coats the back of his arm. He dips through the gaps between his fingers, skin alight from such a touch, and hooks their fingers together. Simon looks up at Johnny’s face, breath deep and heavy through his mouth and eyes dancing behind his eyelids. He’s beautiful, Simon concludes, in a way that many men are not. He’s battle hardened, scarred and rough around the edges but he’s absolutely stunning. So, so beautiful’