A crooked smile wriggled to its way to the surface during all that blabbing, freedom earned despite fevered attempts at tamping emotional betrayal deep into the grave. Robb was too endearing to pretend otherwise, you see. Scottish penchant for dramatics coupled with fertile brain finally allowed to rut and birth one, two, four, eight, sixteen kinky thrills all in a row. Till lads were full up and overflowing, goosebumps of an entirely different nature taking over from previous embarrassments and Jon helpless to resist boyfriend’s charms.
They just worked that way; one pontificating, one listening intently. A charismatic Hanna-Barbera animation complete with bug eyes and thumpa-thumpa heart yo-yoing from the chest all puffed out proud and bold and the laser-locked child sat at Saturday morning cartoons. Giggling quietly all the while so as not to interrupt.
Which was exactly the source of all their problems.
Jon knew that now. talk talk talk Loras had texted. make your feelings be known. don't hold it in because ultimately you'll both be happier boys.</b> Six lines of digital GPS mapping the way to buried treasures and all he had to do was follow directions.
It couldn’t have been simpler yet remained a daunting complexity.
“Robb-” Jon managed to squeeze in politely when at long last Chatty Cathy had to pause for breath. Christ save them all if he ever learned circular breathing; he’d never shut up again.
“Slow down, alright?” a simple, kind request. And just to prove no damage done, Jon cupped lover’s gingery cheeks once more, smile widening because he really couldn’t help adore Robb’s mad enthusiasm for just about everything. Can’t even be properly upset at you because you’re just that fucking lovely.
A kiss followed. One of golden treacle and clotted cream, viscous and sweet and slow moving with tongues lapping at sticky treat till all that nervous energy dissipated and lads were left to indulge on rich puddings. A foot hooked behind a knee. A hand moved to tangle in curls. A lamb’s happy gurgle. A rush of warmth and a final peck and just enough space between lips for eyes to meet.
“Realise you talk faster than my teenage sisters combined? And I think like a turtle farts, so, one thing at time.”
“I like the Instagram idea. And I enjoyed picking music for you tonight. The text messages, the shower, the time limit and getting ready for you... It’s all brilliant. It just isn’t the issue.”