#headrest

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Jamal first notices when he is in the passenger seat of Florian's car. His rear view cam broke down. Flo is manually reversing the car out of parking lot when he does the classic backing manuever - one arm on steering wheel, one arm on Jamal's seat over his head.

He is positioning himself to look out the back of the car and in doing so leaning towards Jamal. By a lot.

Jamal can't help but turn his head slightly towards Flo (he's just a boy) - the sharp cut of his jawline, the scruff he's too proud to shave off, the strong lines of his neck, the turn of his body, outlines of his muscles, legs pulled apart lazily but manning the brakes with precision.

He can smell the undertone of Flo's cologne. Layered now by the synthetic scent of rubber, grass from the training pitch and a hint of shower gel.

He tilts his head more to where Flo has his arm around his seat and oh god, there are veins, on an arm, attached to a shoulder that looks like it'd be all hard muscle under his palms.

(it is, he knows)

The shoulders that serve as anchor he holds onto when his body is pliant on the soft hotel beds. When Flo's brows are furrowed and green eyes focused under a layer of mist. Jamal wants to reach out and smoothen out the crease between Flo's eyebrows when Flo hits that particular spot that makes Jamal wanna drag his calves along the duvet, curl his toes, tip his head backwards or dive further into the pillow, sensitive neck skin exposed either way. His plans halter. He grips Flo's shoulders tighter, fingers trailing along his triceps with each spasm.

Or when Flo has positioned himself against the headboard of the bed in Jamal's stuttgart apartment. Him on Flo's lap, soft like velvet in his grip.

It's crazy. Florian's shoulders very often serve as the support that keeps him grounded during their endeavors, when his body is being worshipped like that - but only today he is brought to sudden acknowledgement. His world-view has narrowed down and he can only imagine the dip of Flo's shoulders under the training shirt he put on after a quick shower.

It's a miracle Jamal doesn't let out some obscene sound then and there. That would be so embarrassing. His mouth is agape though, pink lips slightly apart.

Maybe Flo will see what a mess he is when he is done reversing out of their parking spot, maybe Jamal will regain his composure, stop the blush spreading all over his body, put his training bag over his lap and suffer silently in the passenger seat with his thoughts and himself.

He sucks in a quite breath when Flo turns to shift the gear.

They're pulling out of the parking lot but Jamal can still feel the ghost of Flo's arm around his headrest.

"Seat belt on" Flo chirps, looking onto the driveway ahead.

Jamal nods. Fiddles for his seat belt. Does florian even notice a SPECK of his inner turmoil? Probably not, it's better that way.

His throat feels dry.

He is so whipped and eternally doomed.

⚓-☆-⚓-☆-⚓-☆.°•`.*

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tldr; have you ever noticed flo has some unfairly wide muscly shoulders? yea those are for jamal to hold onto when they're fucking