Kyle Dickson & Scott Davies

Kyle Dickson and Scott Davies press their mouths together in the open air, caps pulled low over dark hair, their bodies angled close enough to feel the weight of each other’s breath. One leans back into the grass, fingers laced tight as the other shifts forward, their smooth, slim frames barely moving but never breaking the hold, hands gripping, lips parting just enough to taste the dampness of the other’s skin. The park’s shade doesn’t soften the way they press into each other, just the way the trees frame the way their caps shadow their faces when they pull away.