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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. "I like to have clothes for you to rip off me darling, it makes the whole fucking me on every surface thing so much more satisfying," he retorted with a grin. "Really though, I know you don't mind me naked but Harry came over this afternoon and he's still at the stage where every attractive male makes him blush and he nearly creamed his pants, poor lad."

Sighing happily, he flopped onto the sofa next to Oliver and leant his head on his shoulder. "I'm glad you're happy though," he said, turning to grin at Oliver for a moment. "I didn't even see when you two hooked up. Was it at the party?" He rolled his eyes and poked the other man in the stomach. "Of course I've ordered food. I got two orders of Kung Pao chicken, two orders of lemon chicken, an order of ginger beef, three different types of rice, two types of noodles, and there's beer in the fridge."

Sighing heavily, he snuggled into Oliver's shoulder and put and arm around him. "I have a one track mind these days. Well, I have several tracked mind but all the tracks lead Marcusward. It's pathetic. Sometimes I think he likes me as much as I like him, but he never reacts to any of my flirting, and basically I can't tell if I think it could work because my gaydar is working or if it's my please-be-gaydar."