The Great Gray Coyote (a joshlex fic)
Fucking Samaritan, Josh thinks. Holier than thou. Holier than Mother Teresa herself. But the laceration on his forehead is actually wide and gaping like a slash created by something more volatile and potent than just a bottle. Feeling an itch there, the whole pad of his finger slips into the crevice opened between the two edges of the sticky skin. - Or, an old coyote is in need of a few stitches.
AU; rated M
FIC ON AO3













