Jon had to take a very deep breath just then, arc of ribs billowing till perky nipples measure of arousal pressed visibly through white cotton. Till his boyfriend rose and fell on breathy exhale and goosebumps pricked along bared arms, delicate braille which read: Yeah, babe, me too. Quite terribly in fact...
“There are times I want you so badly I think I might be sick,” confession instigating need for physical connection greater than white-knuckled grip echoing clench of leather about his own wrists. It wasn’t enough, It’s never enough... Won’t ever be enough, Jon feared, blocky fingers grasping at curly sanctuary base of neck and pulling. Asking wordlessly to be covered by lover’s body nose to toes, Robb’s full weight wrapping him up like a straightjacket.
Tenderest of kisses followed, sealing unspoken agreement to alter their world to better suit combined needs, even if it meant re-weaving the very fabric of time and space.
Ever since British holiday a darkness had settled over expatriots; a rain cloud, perhaps, hitchhiking home on Jon’s heart and casting its blackening shadow on the horizon. And those bloody dreams... How do I explain it all without sounding completely mental?
He didn’t try for a time. Delayed the inevitable upset of intimate oneness with languid, wet kisses to lips so full and fucking perfect Jon’s heart nearly imploded in his chest on a daily basis. Reeled his boyfriend in close with thumbs hooked behind masculine jawbone, nails flicking stubble and tongues wriggling like earthworms till snogging verged on tangent status and Jon tamped it down with lock of teeth about a fatty lip.
“We can try whatever you think is best,” floated just below the din of music in that blissfully warm space of mixed breaths and hushed whispers. “I’ll follow you, so guide us, alright? Whatever it is you need that makes you feel just as- alive and happy and fucking terrified as I am everytime you look at me because I love you, Robb. I’m yours and I love you and, fuck- I can’t... Just don’t, please. Don’t hide how much you want me because I’ll be a fucking idiot and start thinking something’s gone all wrong.”