"Oh," Rory breathed, "all sorts of things." His eyes followed Peter's tongue as it once again flickered across his lower lip. "You're right, though. The vid will still be there later." Fingers running warm over his collarbone, a palm stroking the small of his back ... he started to imagine all the ways those hands and that mouth might be occupied tonight. Along with his own.
The singer hadn't done this with someone of his own gender for a while, but he well remembered the dynamics. The power play, the bit of push-pull about who was in charge here, contributed its own kind of heat and tension to the moment. Sometimes it was overtly testosterone-laden and sometimes so subtle as to barely be noticed. Sometimes it was decided in minutes, and at others deliberately prolonged, passed back and forth between the two. He licked his own lips as he anticipated finding out how things would happen with Peter Webster.
He shifted the arm Peter had just stroked to his friend's waist, more closely mirroring their positions and bringing them just a little closer. His other hand smoothed across firm shoulder to find the nape of the younger man's neck, fingers slipping into soft dark hair before gently rubbing the skin underneath. Rory bent for another kiss, this one starting with a delicate nip of Peter's upper lip before settling into light, almost taunting caresses with lips and tongue. You want more? it seemed to ask.
"I'll tell you one thing," he breathed against the corner of Peter's mouth before lifting his head just enough to look him in the eyes. "Whatever we 'get up to', there will be no second thoughts, no cold feet, and no regrets."
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Date: 2009-04-30 07:39 pm (UTC)The singer hadn't done this with someone of his own gender for a while, but he well remembered the dynamics. The power play, the bit of push-pull about who was in charge here, contributed its own kind of heat and tension to the moment. Sometimes it was overtly testosterone-laden and sometimes so subtle as to barely be noticed. Sometimes it was decided in minutes, and at others deliberately prolonged, passed back and forth between the two. He licked his own lips as he anticipated finding out how things would happen with Peter Webster.
He shifted the arm Peter had just stroked to his friend's waist, more closely mirroring their positions and bringing them just a little closer. His other hand smoothed across firm shoulder to find the nape of the younger man's neck, fingers slipping into soft dark hair before gently rubbing the skin underneath. Rory bent for another kiss, this one starting with a delicate nip of Peter's upper lip before settling into light, almost taunting caresses with lips and tongue. You want more? it seemed to ask.
"I'll tell you one thing," he breathed against the corner of Peter's mouth before lifting his head just enough to look him in the eyes. "Whatever we 'get up to', there will be no second thoughts, no cold feet, and no regrets."