fleetwoodmactshirt Answer:
ohhhh my god yes. this thought is so good @zombieaurora, it sent me on a tangent i’m sorry.
ezra has spent too many forsaken hours under the cold fluorescent lights of spaceships and spaceports, so any chance he gets to soak in the warmth of the sun on his skin he just goes for it.
he’s not purposefully trying to put himself on display. he really did think the veritable jungle of foliage on his balcony would provide enough cover so he could be discreet, and he’s right, it does from almost every angle. except one. it’s a miscalculation on his part. he doesn’t know that from this one particular angle, someone, you, would have a full, unobstructed view of him. but he is shameless. once he catches you staring, once he realizes you can see him, and even better that you’re enjoying the view, ezra does not hide himself.
you’re shocked the first time you see him naked; it’s unexpected, a purely accidental glimpse. He’s brazenly laid out on a deckchair on his balcony brimming with plants of every size and shape, a lone spot of greenery amidst the sullen greyness of this crammed city, in a patch of sunlight.
the second time, it’s just as jarring but you linger a little. you should look away, you know you should, but your body isn’t obeying your better judgement. you’re fixed in place. you indulge in the view of your sunbathing neighbour. your eyes map the topography of his naked body, from the broad expanse of his freckled shoulders, to the dip of the small of his back, the softened edges of his hips, and just when you’re musing that his ass isn’t much to look at but it’s nevertheless pleasing, he turns over in his sleep and all the air seems to be sucked out of your body. yet still you don’t look away.
the third time, his face is shadowed by the book he’s holding aloft in one arm, but the rest of his bare body basks in the sunlight, and your hand, seemingly of its own volition indulges the heat coiling in your belly and slips past the waistband of your joggers and your underwear to slide through the slickness already gathered there and rub circles over your clit.
you close your eyes, lost in the sensation of your blood rushing furiously through your veins, every muscle in your body tensing, and when you open them again you’re met by the sight of a pair of dark, gleaming eyes locked onto you.
you stiffen; caught in the act. wrenching your hand away from yourself with a panicked gasp, you falter in deciding what the hell to do next. the childish urge to duck, to fall to the floor and hide yourself from view, is almost overpowering, but before you can give in to it, he smiles and once again, you find yourself unable to look away from this stranger. his grin is wide, exposing a dimple in the side of his cheek. your heart stutters. you thought you’d learned every detail of his body by now, every scar and every freckle, but this small part of him, unknown to you until he bequeathed it to you like a secret gift, feels precious.
even from this far distance, you can feel the relaxed amusement of his smirk. sunlight glints off the errant streak of blonde in his otherwise brown hair. his demeanour seems entirely free of any embarrassment or outrage, and your own mortification ebbs away just a little. he doesn’t move to cover himself. contrarily, you note, now that he knows he’s under your gaze, the rake seems to preen. he merely stretches his limbs out with a feline languidness, rolling his shoulders and neck, and, unbelievably, seems to be settling in for a nap, closing his eyes and making himself even more comfortable in his patch of sunlight.
