Contrary to popular opinion amongst the kitchen workers and the Faks of the world, Richie has a keen sense of when he's fucked something up. He has it now, itchy and uncomfortable, when he sees that look on Carmy's face. It makes him want to do something to fix it, to turn it around.
Change the subject, away from Mikey and that whole messed up situation. Try, with his blunt hands, to do something, to pull it back to that hot energy they had before he stuck his stupid foot in it.
"When I wanted you instead." It's mostly the truth, though it could have been Carmy wanting him instead. God knows he spends most of his time in charge. He looks down so he can plant his hands on Carmy's tits instead, thumbing over the curves of his muscles like he's never had a chance to appreciate them before.
"Yo, look at you. You're cut, man." He rubs the pad of his thumb over one of Carmy's nipples to see what that will do to him. "Wanna touch this all day."
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Change the subject, away from Mikey and that whole messed up situation. Try, with his blunt hands, to do something, to pull it back to that hot energy they had before he stuck his stupid foot in it.
"When I wanted you instead." It's mostly the truth, though it could have been Carmy wanting him instead. God knows he spends most of his time in charge. He looks down so he can plant his hands on Carmy's tits instead, thumbing over the curves of his muscles like he's never had a chance to appreciate them before.
"Yo, look at you. You're cut, man." He rubs the pad of his thumb over one of Carmy's nipples to see what that will do to him. "Wanna touch this all day."