You're sweet. ^_^ Unfortunately, that doesn't help much when I'm stuck in an office with the airco I have affectionately dubbed "The Airco Of Doom From Hell". Sigh. At least that walk I took helped a bit.
You're a little far away for me to offer a neck rub, but maybe this will help.
The flickering light from the television was too bright, it washed out all the color from the room. On the other hand, it lit the room enough that Lance could see the bodies on the sofa.
Soft sounds filled the room, desperate gasps, soft murmurs, as hands slid over tanned skin.
He crept in further, until he could make out details; the way Chris' fingers traced over Justin's cheekbones, how well they fit together, in a sprawl of limbs.
The sound got clearer now, too. He could hear Chris' soft voice clearly, husky with arousal.
Chris bent quickly, tongue flicking out to tease along the curve of Justin's throat. "Tell me," he demanded.
Justin's gasp was loud, even over the blood pounding in Lance's ears. "Want you."
Chris nodded, then his head swiveled with deadly accuracy, dark eyes pinning Lance. "And what should we do with him?"
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The flickering light from the television was too bright, it washed out all the color from the room. On the other hand, it lit the room enough that Lance could see the bodies on the sofa.
Soft sounds filled the room, desperate gasps, soft murmurs, as hands slid over tanned skin.
He crept in further, until he could make out details; the way Chris' fingers traced over Justin's cheekbones, how well they fit together, in a sprawl of limbs.
The sound got clearer now, too. He could hear Chris' soft voice clearly, husky with arousal.
Chris bent quickly, tongue flicking out to tease along the curve of Justin's throat. "Tell me," he demanded.
Justin's gasp was loud, even over the blood pounding in Lance's ears. "Want you."
Chris nodded, then his head swiveled with deadly accuracy, dark eyes pinning Lance. "And what should we do with him?"
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