[ There's a few seconds of thrashing about in the water as Jesse scrambles onto his feet. Tries to scramble to his feet. His now soaked scrubs have wrapped themselves around his legs like a wet snake, and a few colourful expletives of bewildered outrage erupt from Jesse as he untangles himself. What a skinny waif he is, too - all bony arms and legs, bony chest; the very definition of junkie metabolism. His hair, too, is matted haphazardly across his forehead. And his tightly whiteys? Clinging and sagging against his skinny ass. Slightly seethrough now they're wet, too?
And fuck, he's still burning up.
Looking up at the dude standing there, watching him, Jesse bites an agitated grimace of annoyance at him. ]
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And fuck, he's still burning up.
Looking up at the dude standing there, watching him, Jesse bites an agitated grimace of annoyance at him. ]
The encore? My foot up your ass, yo.