Re: adrian's room: adrian m/newt p
You're very clever, [Newt said with a grin, as Adrian said the symptoms of syphilis were what he looked for in others. It was teasing, even as the man shuddered slightly against him. He listened to his friend talk of the sex and cocaine with a detached interest. He'd not done cocaine before, so he didn't know what it must feel like. He took Adrian at his word.] I wonder how beholden we are to telling others we've experienced sex as them. Or their drug use, I suppose. [He was speaking in solid abstraction.
Then, of course, came the one-two punch of memories, which had him long for his own misadventure into someone else's sex life. He oughtn't have said nothing at all, obviously, as he was given what he asked for. It was while Adrian spoke, and, though the stroke of thumb was meant to be soothing, all Newt felt was entirely, overwhelmingly horny. His cock was hard under the soft fabric of his pajamas, and he shifted himself to see if he'd made the horrible mistake of somehow ejaculating when the man had in the memory. He hadn't. It was a small relief.
He'd recognized the body. Of course he had. It was Adrian's. Only it wasn't Adrian. Newt felt himself flush, freckles feeling as if they were glowing, and he tucked his chin to his chest, as he willed himself to not be so hot and bothered.] It's all right, [he managed, too breathlessly, perhaps too earnestly. He cleared his throat. He wanted to say something about it, the memory, but he hasn't any idea what.] Sorry, [was what he settled with.]