Archive of Our Own ^beta

Summary:

Izzy can’t help it if he notices Bonnet sometimes. If his eyes land on the bulge of muscle under Bonnet’s rolled-up sleeves. If he occasionally wonders what it might be like to have those hands on him, those delicate and unscarred hands. If he thinks about the shape of Bonnet’s mouth, the curve of his lips and the particular quirk of his self-satisfied smile. If he just – just looks, sometimes, in ways he should definitely not be looking at his fucking boyfriend’s boyfriend.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he says as if he can read Izzy’s mind. “I’ve seen you stare at my mouth.”

“You’ve seen jack shit,” Izzy retorts. Like fuck is he going to admit to any of that.

“I know what I’ve seen, Israel.”

Oh, fuck. The sound of his full name, spoken like that, sends shivers racing down his side. It’s a fight to keep his body in check, to keep himself from visibly reacting. He feels like he’s balanced on the edge of the cliff, still waiting to see which side he’s going to fall down. Like a step in either direction will irrevocably change his life in ways he hasn’t even realized yet.