After a kiss like that there was precious little else Peter wanted to do than ...well, watching anything on t.v. was not on his list of things to do with Rory Stone, no.
"Mm...yeah. No." He shook his head and looked up at the singer, running the tip of his tongue over the bottom lip Rory had been abusing. "This is good though." Peter wrapped an arm around Rory's waist and gave his side a solid squeeze. Slow music, crowding each other's personal space, building seductive teases into heated tension--far more preferable than playing at being a fanboy.
Peter ran the palm of his other hand down the length of Rory's arm and up to his shoulder, not quite mirroring the other man's posture. Fingers didn't massage and knead but they did wander along the collar of that green Henley and skim just below the fabric's edge to touch soft, warm skin. "What do you feel like 'getting up to'?"
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Date: 2009-04-30 01:28 pm (UTC)"Mm...yeah. No." He shook his head and looked up at the singer, running the tip of his tongue over the bottom lip Rory had been abusing. "This is good though." Peter wrapped an arm around Rory's waist and gave his side a solid squeeze. Slow music, crowding each other's personal space, building seductive teases into heated tension--far more preferable than playing at being a fanboy.
Peter ran the palm of his other hand down the length of Rory's arm and up to his shoulder, not quite mirroring the other man's posture. Fingers didn't massage and knead but they did wander along the collar of that green Henley and skim just below the fabric's edge to touch soft, warm skin. "What do you feel like 'getting up to'?"