Shape of You - Kandreil
I randomly started thinking about Kevin in a crop top, which formed into me thinking about Neil and Andrew’s hands on Kevin’s torso and then this happened.
Neil regrets the gift.
Well, not really. He had bought it for Kevin’s birthday because he had liked the soft material and the bright orange color, but he hadn’t thought it as something Kevin would wear. Or at least, not often.
But Kevin had gone out and bought more. He wears them when they go on a run, or to just lounge around the house. And every time, Neil struggles to pull his eyes away.
The soft material clings to his broad shoulders and ends a few inches above his belly button. It shows off the curves of his abdomen, the thick muscle over his hips and the deep V that dips into the start of his sweatpants. The collar is loose, revealing the sharp of his collar bones and the mouth shaped stain on his chest that Andrew had left behind the night before.
It is distracting, the way his fingers trail over his belly absentmindedly as he watches the game in front of them. Neil has already seen this game, could probably describe it in detail from memory, and he just can’t seem to keep his attention forward.
His eyes flick over to Kevin here and there. There is a focused look on his face, his jaw clenched and a dip forming between his eyebrows. One hand rests against his jaw, thumb rubbing absentmindedly as his cheek. It is like he is watching it for the first time. They had watched it before their team meeting, and then again at the team meeting.