"You're not even wearing anything under that, are you," Chris said, and he wasn't actually a nasty drunk, but this time he was. Nasty but not cruel, but he had his hand on Sean's thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb against the wool, scratching a shiver up Sean's spine.

"That's a little personal, don't you think?" Sean said, even though it was probably a little late to think about that now. Chris' breath was damp and prickly against Sean's cheek, and of course Chris knew, because it wasn't like it was a secret. But-- "What are you doing?" Sean asked.

"Almost as good as naked," said Chris, and, No it isn't, thought Sean, but then Chris' fingers were slipping at the edge of the kilt, and soon enough it probably wasn't going to matter much anyway.

 

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