[ A little like a cat, Ian cants into the contact with a predictable sort of sweetness, the same tells he's had since they first met in the common space of a suite of hotel rooms. Ian's first Quarry, and Ian's first Quarry party. Friendly, easy physicality until it turned less platonic. ]
Really.
[ Ian's deadpan delivery is exceptionally convincing. It doesn't sound right, but he doesn't know enough about this show to tell otherwise. Program long-abandoned by his attention span Nate focuses on the considerably more appealing person warming his side: the loose curls around his face, the scratch in his voice.
Nate's thumb and forefinger idly massage the back of his neck, under his hairline, incapable of keeping his hands to himself when he finally has privacy to exploit. ]
no subject
Really.
[ Ian's deadpan delivery is exceptionally convincing. It doesn't sound right, but he doesn't know enough about this show to tell otherwise. Program long-abandoned by his attention span Nate focuses on the considerably more appealing person warming his side: the loose curls around his face, the scratch in his voice.
Nate's thumb and forefinger idly massage the back of his neck, under his hairline, incapable of keeping his hands to himself when he finally has privacy to exploit. ]
Guess I should be glad I didn't get into soaps.
[ Professionally or recreationally. ]