Something cool brushes his shoulder, then pulls quickly away, and Laurie realizes Ralph still has the glove on. Ralph's been touching him one-handed, hiding it with kisses and the distracting weight of his body.
Laurie strips Ralph's hand bare, not asking, not stopping. It's strange in the dark, narrow and scarred, and Ralph makes a shocked noise when Laurie kisses it.
"Touch me," Laurie says, guiding the shaking hand to his chest, and Ralph does, clumsy and ardent. Both hands move on Laurie's undefended skin, and then Ralph's mouth, hot and open. Ralph gives him everything, and Laurie, surrendering, accepts.