Re: [Carriage House: Steve, Janus, Atticus]
[Atticus kissed Steve back. Rough. Skin warm. Lips damp. Scruff scratching against scruff. Didn't raise a hand to pull the man closer. Didn't clasp him at the nape and drag him near. Blame that lean against the door for that. But kissed him back and then licked his lips.
When Steve settled back onto his heels, Atticus moved aside. Motioned the man inside. Indicated Janus on the couch.] Not sure what's going on with him. Tried to get his attention. Didn't work. [Had he been worried?] Assumed you had taken off with PJ. Know she must've looked familiar to you. [Touched the other man's hip. Grinned at the caress of thumb. Didn't draw away like he would've a year earlier.] Tired still, but nearly better. [Moved away slowly, indicating Steve should follow. Sat himself on the couch, beside the trance-like Janus. Motioned to the coffee table for Steve to sit. Really needed more chairs.] Sit. Tell us how you've been. [Loudly.] Janus. [Nudged the other man's shoulder, then grabbed the pack of cigarettes he'd abandoned on the coffee table.]