"Trust me?" Simon used the words Mindy had earlier before he climbed into the bed, red and skin and damp hair making his particular look more than a little enticing. And like Mindy, he didn't really wait for an answer, already having snagged the eyeliner he'd gotten while waiting for Peter at the store off of the dresser, as he knelt over Peter. There was just that knee between them really. "Sit up straight and look up."

Simon had been applying eyeliner for years. To himself. To clients sometimes. He didn't mind doing it and this would let him touch Peter without being overt. They were deliciously alone in this flat and in this bed, Simon had neglected to put his pants on and Peter was without a shirt. That made their skin to clothing ratio intense Simon was already enjoying the vinyl against the inside of one of his thighs.