Neither of them want this. Carver keeps his breathing as steady as he can, focusing on getting Pope's belt open. Don't stall, he tells himself, and so he just breathes in through his nose, out through his mouth and works his hand in there. Palming his commanding officer over his underwear in some weird pantomime of sex.
He bows his head. Tries not to look at Pope while he's doing it.
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Date: 2024-06-11 11:06 pm (UTC)He bows his head. Tries not to look at Pope while he's doing it.