He laughed with Hermann. Must you roll those r's so wickedly, dude?
Newt reached over initially to flick Hermann's ear or something equally obnoxious and changed his mind before completing the gesture, instead, skimming the back of his fingers against the side of Hermann's cheek and over his ear, almost as if tucking hair behind it. The cool metal of his ring brushed Hermann's skin before Newt settled his hand against the top edge of the driver's seat backrest, just behind Hermann's head.
Hermann looked gorgeous in the reflection of streetlights on the clean glass of his car, with the gentle glow of the dash in front of him--all angles and yet with a softness...like a performer on stage--and if Newt was staring a little too long, well too fucking bad.
Finally, he broke the spell and shrugged. "...If you let me put you in leather pants, that'd be a little more rockstar."
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Date: 2016-08-02 06:13 am (UTC)Newt reached over initially to flick Hermann's ear or something equally obnoxious and changed his mind before completing the gesture, instead, skimming the back of his fingers against the side of Hermann's cheek and over his ear, almost as if tucking hair behind it. The cool metal of his ring brushed Hermann's skin before Newt settled his hand against the top edge of the driver's seat backrest, just behind Hermann's head.
Hermann looked gorgeous in the reflection of streetlights on the clean glass of his car, with the gentle glow of the dash in front of him--all angles and yet with a softness...like a performer on stage--and if Newt was staring a little too long, well too fucking bad.
Finally, he broke the spell and shrugged. "...If you let me put you in leather pants, that'd be a little more rockstar."