( They spent a really good weekend — or part of a weekend — in Hawaii. That was days and days ago. Granted, yeah, he went weeks or months without anyone but himself before they started doing this, but it's different. These last few days feel a million years longer.
Probably good there's no empathy bond. I thought about this today is one of those stupid little things that runs through him like a junior on prom night. It earns him a nip to his lower lip, a probably-definitely-inappropriate-for-the-setting southward drift of the hand down Nate's back.
It's fine. Nobody's around. Probably. Hopefully. It's over the clothes groping, if it's that big of a deal somebody needs to be building some privacy rooms.
Well, someone other than just himself.
The next parting to take a breath he mutters a deadpan, faintly frustrated: )
Think about this like six times a day and how much I hate these stupid fucking hammocks.
( You know, as frustrated as Ian ever sounds, really — barely, skewing amused even if there is very little amusement in him about thee whole affair. Seriously, fuck hammocks. )
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Probably good there's no empathy bond. I thought about this today is one of those stupid little things that runs through him like a junior on prom night. It earns him a nip to his lower lip, a probably-definitely-inappropriate-for-the-setting southward drift of the hand down Nate's back.
It's fine. Nobody's around. Probably. Hopefully. It's over the clothes groping, if it's that big of a deal somebody needs to be building some privacy rooms.
Well, someone other than just himself.
The next parting to take a breath he mutters a deadpan, faintly frustrated: )
Think about this like six times a day and how much I hate these stupid fucking hammocks.
( You know, as frustrated as Ian ever sounds, really — barely, skewing amused even if there is very little amusement in him about thee whole affair. Seriously, fuck hammocks. )