Will watched as the rabbit rotated slowly, it's skin looking no different than it had a minute ago, but now a golden colour from its original pale. He wasn't particularly hungry though, so he let his mind wonder from the food that Much would insist was not cooked for another half hour.
His eyes wandered around the makeshift camp, the one he'd constructed with his own hands. He admired the handiwork that connected all the supporting beams together. He nearly smiled at it, but didn't want to appear foolish to anyone that might be looking at him.
His eyes finally landed on the figure that they were always doomed to. Allan had his back to him now, talking hushedly to Djaq. If he strained his ears, he could make out the contorted vowels of the other man's accent. And the missing consonants. It was part of what made him so charming, naturally synchronising with the beauty and symmetry of his face.
His mind must have been wandering a lot longer than he'd thought, since no sooner than he'd finished admiring the back of Allan's head did Much announce with obvious pride that dinner was ready. He moved out of his place sitting on his makeshift bed at the back of the camp to join the others at the fire, sitting opposite Allan. The only position left.
His eyes lingered on Allan alone, the fire low enough that he could gaze over it without the glare hurting his eyes or the heat drying them out, his stare broken only to say thanks to Much as he accepted a bowl. Much had turned it into a thin soup, served with a big chunk of stale bread. He dunked a corner of it in, trying to pick up one of the larger carrot pieces with it before he withdrew it and took a large bite. He looked up as he chewed, and watched Allan do exactly the same thing. Robin and John were talking now, while Djaq and especially Much seemed intent on their food. He decided he would enjoy the view for a while longer, his own hand autonomously feeding himself as he watched the other man finish off his bread, using it to wipe up a small dribble of soup that landed on his chin.
Allan glanced up and caught him looking. Will had obviously been smiling a bit, since the man returned it. They both chuckled then, Will's noise more of a snicker through the nose before he averted his eyes. It was meant to imply he'd found the other's behavior funny, when in reality he spent a lot of time smiling as he watched him. Despite his tunnel-vision for Allan, nobody else had noticed the exchange. But Will suddenly felt awkward, enough so that he finished the rest of his food in a hurry, and stood up from his place to retire for the night.
"Thanks again, Much." he said, placing the emptied bowl next to the barrel of water that was used to wash things on the way to his bed. He sat down gently then rotated his position and lifted his legs up to lie down, his arms folding behind his head. His shirt rode up slightly, exposing the bottom of his stomach to the warm summery air. It was unlikely he'd need a blanket that night, so he closed his eyes and attempted to empty his mind so he could sleep.
Hours later he woke to a rustling noise, from somewhere in the hideout. He didn't move, he knew it couldn't be an intruder. His traps would have caught anyone. He opened his eyes to find himself in pitch-blackness, the moon absent that night. He could still make out some vague shapes, enough to realise after looking around that the noise was coming from Allan's bed. He squinted and after a while was able to make out his form. He was laid on his back. Given some more time for his eyes to adjust, he saw that a lot of motion around the man's groin area was the source of the noise. He couldn't see anything more because despite the heat Allan had used a blanket, but he knew what was going on.
Will's face heated quickly, his mind filling with images of the sin. He couldn't help but imagine it, from Allan's perspective and then from his own. He entertained the idea of getting up to go and have a look, but knew he couldn't possibly. He bit his lip, a habit he'd never possessed until that moment. He could feel that his body had reacted, an aching and tightness from his groin, pressing against his thigh. But he could never do what Allan was doing, it was worse than sex outside of wedlock.
He curled up, trying to ignore the sensations that any movement generated. He clamped his eyes shut and listened as the minutes dragged on. For so long he felt that the sun might come up, he just remained silent and motionless, listening to the other man's tiny gasps and the furious pounding noise. Finally, he heard as the man finished, a long groan that was almost a whisper. Then silence again.
It took many more minutes until Will was able to clear his mind again and go to sleep, still with hours to go until first light.