James Cobbler and Devin

James Cobbler and Devin begin with shirts on, arms crossed like they’re waiting for something, then strip down to bare skin, one leaning back, the other pressing a hand to his head as if already tired. The green-shirted man stays still while Devin pulls him forward, lips meeting in a slow, open kiss that leaves no doubt what comes next. The red pillows behind them mark the bed, but the only thing that matters is how they end up, tangled and close.