Re: quicklog: motel - adrian/ren
Adrian was a jumble of emotions, handily suppressed much of the time. A little alcohol and the boldness of sadness and wanting made it easier for him to make the first move. He wasn't shy, necessarily, but the jagged path of his relationship with Newt had left him unsure if there was ever a right time to make his interest known.
But he couldn't put that kind of pressure on himself. Or he would try not to, anyway. Did it need to be so complex? He liked Ren. He was handsome in a way that made his pulse pound a little. He wanted to be liked by him. Nothing too serious, but he could use some reciprocation right about now. He wanted to be wanted, more than the other person who occupied his body, who said and took what he wanted without waiting or measuring his actions. He wanted to be liked back, just a little.
Ren's hand on his neck, then, was in the sweet spot. It was just what he needed at this moment, right now. "That bed," he said, with a catch in his throat - his eyes went down, then up again. His lips were pink with blood.