Re: Brian and John
"Maybe I'll sprout wings and chase after them." John shrugged, keeping the teasing light instead of getting all weighty and introspective, the way he knew he had a tendency to do. He liked that Brian let him do both.
Chuckling, tapped his chin a moment, 'thinking'. "I may have heard something to that effect once or twice."
The public attention part might not have been John's thing, but Brian talking about it seemed to be. He could remember what it was like when they'd go out, when they'd gone dancing, the way the music sort of took over. It was too easy to imagine what it'd be like to do more than just dance to it, especially with the way Brian was moving now, the way John moved with him by instinct. Perhaps it would be worth it to find a game they both could play, he thought. It wouldn't be the same as what Brian described. But, there should be something to excite him. John would think about it later...when the blood went back to his brain. A quiet moan escaped him as he opened for Brian's kiss and when Brian pulled back, John looked up at him through his lashes. "It'd be a pity for the room to go to waste," he said with a smirk. "And the man of honor for the evening won't be using it or his bride's surrogate father will castrate him with an assault rifle right here. We'd be doing him a service to keep the room occupied."
And, really, the only ones who'd likely notice they were even gone were likely also to be the ones who'd guess where they were without looking. Brian was such a bad influence on him...and too much of a temptation.