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waynecymraeg (waynecymraeg) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Wayne grinned and nodded, unconsciously watching Justin's lips on the bottle. Yep, definitely adorable. Adorable-slash-surprise-sexy.

His grin dropped and eyes bulged as Justin mentioned the couch, though, and Wayne lept up, knocking over his beer bottle. It was more than half empty, so nothing spilled, but..."Seriously? This sofa? PLEASE tell me you've at least steam cleaned it or something. God. When a man says he wants details, he doesn't actually want--"

But maybe he did. Just...not the details of where he was sitting.

"What surfaces are safe?" he asked in mock hysteria. "And I was going to bring my son here! How should I explain spunk-on-another-man's-sofa to an eight year old? Justin fucking Finch-Fletchley."

Of course, now all he could imagine was Justin straddling Seamus, riding him and making all sorts of noises. Wayne flushed.