Brent had never felt so nervous in his whole damn life. He'd never been scared like this before either.
He shouldn't be. It wasn't like the man hadn't had his hands all over him earlier or anything, so he should have some more confidence in himself. He just…couldn't.
He'd been thinking about him, imagining him for so long that this was making him feel like a damn virgin all over again. It'd been like this the first time he'd touched him outside of an official guiding session too.
That damn little tent that Sergei had to his name on the front lines was thin as hell and everyone could hear everything when they were together. He knew that was part of the reason why Sergei had it, so that other Guides couldn't sneak up on him when he wanted to be alone, but then why had he been bringing Brent to the damn tent if he hadn't wanted to do anything?
