Athos grasps Porthos’ wrists, but before he can do anything, catches the other’s man’s eye and stills, uncertainty flicking across his features. It isn’t even the way they are seated, or Porthos’ lack of clothing that makes the moment suddenly so intimate, but instead something about the trust Athos finds in Porthos’ expectant look.

Blinking a few times to dismiss the shiver that travels up his spine, he does as he’s told.