Homeward Bound (Josh)
Aug 27, 2011 17:07:32 GMT -5
Post by Joshua Bernstein on Aug 27, 2011 17:07:32 GMT -5
"Would you rather carry me?" Josh couldn't imagine that was an exercise Sean wanted to try again, but should the telepath want to repeat it then he would acquiesce. Although maybe, just maybe he should try a little harder to shed a few pounds if he didn't want the other man to throw out his back.
He mirrored Sean's smile as the other man returned the embrace, pressing himself as close as possible to his partner. He hadn't planned on this turn of events when he'd accepted Sean's help moving; later tonight, yes, but before they'd finished moving everything? No. But somehow being in the vicinity of the bed and discussing Feelings and Cuddling and other such issues he normally shied away from had lead to a bold state of mind.
No words were necessary as Sean yielded to his kiss, beard rubbing against stubble. Sean had been bearded once, before he'd started to go gray. The beard had been attractive, though it had been gone for many years, and thus for many years Josh had been attacking the other man's clean-shaven face with his own bristly facial hair.
He assumed that wasn't a problem.
What was a problem was Sean's t-shirt, which was not only in the way but also devoid of any buttons or zippers that would make it easier to get off. He wasn't going to rip it off, both out of courtesy and because he didn't think he was capable. So he had to rely on the old-fashioned way of sliding one hand up Sean's shirt (thankfully not tucked in, so he didn't have to yank it out) and trying to pull it off with the one he'd wrapped around the telepath's waist.
He broke the kiss only because he had yet to find a way to remove shirts over the head while keeping lips locked, though instead of returning to Sean's mouth he rubbed his beard against the other man's neck, flicking his tongue at his earlobe.
"Looks like I have you right where I want you."
He mirrored Sean's smile as the other man returned the embrace, pressing himself as close as possible to his partner. He hadn't planned on this turn of events when he'd accepted Sean's help moving; later tonight, yes, but before they'd finished moving everything? No. But somehow being in the vicinity of the bed and discussing Feelings and Cuddling and other such issues he normally shied away from had lead to a bold state of mind.
No words were necessary as Sean yielded to his kiss, beard rubbing against stubble. Sean had been bearded once, before he'd started to go gray. The beard had been attractive, though it had been gone for many years, and thus for many years Josh had been attacking the other man's clean-shaven face with his own bristly facial hair.
He assumed that wasn't a problem.
What was a problem was Sean's t-shirt, which was not only in the way but also devoid of any buttons or zippers that would make it easier to get off. He wasn't going to rip it off, both out of courtesy and because he didn't think he was capable. So he had to rely on the old-fashioned way of sliding one hand up Sean's shirt (thankfully not tucked in, so he didn't have to yank it out) and trying to pull it off with the one he'd wrapped around the telepath's waist.
He broke the kiss only because he had yet to find a way to remove shirts over the head while keeping lips locked, though instead of returning to Sean's mouth he rubbed his beard against the other man's neck, flicking his tongue at his earlobe.
"Looks like I have you right where I want you."
