turps

That is an excellent prompt!

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Comfortable in the middle of the bed, Gerard sits with his legs crossed, an open sketch pad on his lap, and countless torn out pages littered around him. Most will end up in the trash, but some have potential, and Gerard taps his pencil against his knee as he considers the aesthetics of cloaks.

“Hey, Ray, what do you think of a red lining? I think….” Gerard trails off, any thoughts of stage costumes gone when Ray steps out of the bathroom.

Freshly showered, his hair is still damp, wet strands clinging to his neck and he’s got a towel wrapped around his waist -- a hotel issued one, that means it’s just slightly too small.

“Frank would strangle himself if he wore a cape.” Ray frowns as he looks down at the towel. “I might as well be wearing a washcloth.”

“It would be a little hard to secure, but you’d make it work.” Sketchbook forgotten, Gerard deliberately looks Ray from head to toes. “Not that I don’t like this look.”

“Yeah?” Ray grins, cocking his hip so the towel gapes at his thigh. “You like this?”

In response, Gerard moves, paper crumpling under him as he knee-walks to the end of the bed. “Come here.”

Ray’s grin widens as he moves closer, positioning himself so he’s directly in front of Gerard. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Gerard says and rests his head against Ray’s chest, feeling damp skin as he lets his hands wander, feeling the swell of Ray’s stomach and the love handles Gerard always wants to hold onto.

“You’re obsessed with those,” Ray says, and Gerard both hears and feels the accompanying fond laughter.

Which is true, Gerard does love the dips and curves of Ray’s body, but there’s one big distinction and he says, “No, I’m obsessed with you.”