Fics like Keep Me Company

John kills the engine and the lights and throws his arm up on the back of the bench seat, an open invitation Gale doesn’t accept just yet. “This gonna be the kind of film I think it is, John?” “Uh-huh. Double feature.” Gale shoots him a look that makes John raise his hands in surrender, though he keeps his elbow planted up on the back of the seat, hand just above Gale’s shoulder. “Hey, we can leave anytime you want, doll. Up to you.” “We gonna have to be careful here?” “No.” Gale nods, takes another look at the scatterings of people already parked up and ready, at the people wandering around the lot between the cars, bending down to chat through open windows, heading up to the entrance to get snacks or heading back to their spots with their hands already full. It’s clear enough John means it — all Gale can see is trousers and jeans, men like them and men like the kind who always flock to John at their bar when they go, slim and soft-skinned with long, feathered hair and with that little sway in their hips like they’ve never had to worry about what that says to everyone around them, and every single one of them perfectly at ease.

Fics like Keep Me Company

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