Untitled Forrest Drabble by Criss Moody

Forrest parted the curtains.

Hard line of thigh running shadowed up the cleft of the man's ass. Cornflower blue sheets tangled around the roped calf muscles. Forrest held his breath as the man grunted, shifted over onto one hip, revealing the quiescent flesh between the strong thighs. The dark man relaxed as the figure on the bed fell back into deep sleep, tanned slope of chest rising and falling in perfect time. Watched as the sun woke up the room, revealing the dust motes and the tiny blonde head nestled into the man's chest.

He retreated, content with his friendship.