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after_burners (after_burners) wrote in tensor,
@ 2011-05-15 19:47:00

Entry tags:

bobby_drake, sam_guthrie

Bobby - about 2-3am, post Warren's birthday party
Between Sam and the body guard who'd escorted them and Kitty back from the party they'd managed to keep Bobby's noise level down to a dull roar as they made their way across campus and through the dorm. Sam, of course, piggybacking the smaller boy and staggering occasionally as he threw himself around, singing and bouncing and generally enjoying the hell out of the whole affair. Not that Sam minded at all. He'd drunk more than enough that he was glad his staggering was likely attributed to Bobby's antics and...Bobby's antics weren't much different than normal, honestly.

They'd dropped Kitty at her room first, the body guard under orders to see everyone directly to their rooms and not to leave until they were safely locked in for the night. At their own door Sam grinned at the man, who looked very much like he was only resisting the urge to roll his eyes out of professionalism, thanked him, and pushed the door shut.

"Oh Lord," he drawled, staggering slightly as he crossed the room, dropped onto the edge of his bed and...flopped backwards onto Bobby, laughing. "If that was twenty I can't even imagine what twenty-one's gonna be like." His accent had come out thick and warm and slow as hell.

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	after_burners 2011-05-17 06:36 am UTC (link)
	Sam blinked at Bobby for a second, then rolled over onto his side to face him as well, though he kept his own head pillowed on an outstretched arm so he was looking up at Bobby. "Yeah?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hewhocometh 2011-05-17 06:41 am UTC (link)
	"Do you think we'll ever have sex?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

after_burners
2011-05-17 06:59 am UTC (link)

Sam froze, the hand he'd been absently reaching to push Bobby's hair back from his face with hovering motionless between them as he tried to find his voice. Hell, tried to find the ability to breathe.

Finally, after what felt like minutes but had only been seconds, he blinked and let his hand move, finishing the aborted motion. "Why?" he asked, voice a bit lower and huskier and trailing off towards breathless. "...d'you wanna?"

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	hewhocometh 2011-05-17 07:01 am UTC (link)
	"Well, you are my best friend." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	after_burners 2011-05-17 07:15 am UTC (link)
	Oh Lord...he was hard. Might have been for a while, really, or at least getting there with all the touching and such, but it wasn't until now, until Bobby's question, that he really noticed it. "Well, yeah," he agreed, slow and still husky (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hewhocometh 2011-05-17 07:16 am UTC (link)
	"It's something we should do at least once." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	after_burners 2011-05-17 07:25 am UTC (link)
	"Is it now? That...must be some sorta Northern addition t'the rules." And he'd stop staring at Bobby's mouth any second now. As soon as he could stop thinking bout wanting to kiss him. God he was screwed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hewhocometh 2011-05-17 07:32 am UTC (link)
	"Of course it is. Didn't you read the terms of your surrender?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	after_burners 2011-05-17 07:43 am UTC (link)
	"Trust you lot t'dirty everything up," he teased, managing to shift his attention from Bobby's mouth by poking him in the chest and making his gaze follow the motion. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hewhocometh 2011-05-17 01:03 pm UTC (link)
	Bobby stretched. "I told you we were uncouth." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	after_burners 2011-05-17 03:40 pm UTC (link)
	...and then kept moving right on down to where a strip of belly was showing as Bobby stretched. "Yeah, well...guess just 'bout got me right down in the gutter with you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hewhocometh 2011-05-17 03:54 pm UTC (link)
	"Why Sam," he said, with a wide grin. "Are you thinking dirty thoughts about me?!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	after_burners 2011-05-17 04:03 pm UTC (link)
	Sam snapped his gaze, wide-eyed and dark, back up to Bobby's face from the trail of soft hair disappearing into the waistband of his pants. "...uh." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hewhocometh 2011-05-17 04:08 pm UTC (link)
	"You don't have to stop," he told him, tilting his head. "In fact..." His hand ran down his side and over his hip to toy with his button before popping it. "Why don't I help you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	after_burners 2011-05-17 04:18 pm UTC (link)
	Sam's mouth was so dry he didn't think he could have gotten a word out if he tried. Not that he was trying, though, he was too busy just staring, breath coming short and a bit labored as he watched Bobby's hand move. The only sound he managed was a quiet groan when Bobby popped his button. He was so screwed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hewhocometh 2011-05-17 04:22 pm UTC (link)
	Bobby kicked his shoes off and shimmied out of his pants, lifting his hips to get them off. He kicked free of them, not caring that they ended up in a mostly crumpled mess, one leg still clinging desperately to the bed. "Better?" he asked, rubbing his hand against the bulge of his boxer-briefs. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

after_burners
2011-05-17 04:41 pm UTC (link)

Sam didn't even know what to say to that, which didn't really matter because he probably still couldn't get out a coherent sentence to save his life. He tried to tell himself that he should be looking back up at Bobby's face again, that it wasn't like he hadn't seen every square inch of Bobby naked more times than he could count, and even hard and jerking himself and...it didn't matter. It had never been a show explicitly for his benefit, and he couldn't take his eyes off Bobby's hand, couldn't stop watching him rub himself and wondering what it would feel like to push his hand away and take over.

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	hewhocometh 2011-05-18 03:16 am UTC (link)
	Bobby laughed. "Are you always this articulate?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	after_burners 2011-05-18 03:22 am UTC (link)
	That got him looking back up to Bobby's face, and some of the tension bleeding away...though none of the want. But he was used to dealing with that. "You've known me how long now?" he managed, even if his voice was still low and rough, his accent thick on every word. "When have I ever been articulate?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hewhocometh 2011-05-18 03:30 am UTC (link)
	"Mmm...I love it when you go all country on me," he hummed, fingering the low set first button of Sam's shirt. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	after_burners 2011-05-18 03:41 am UTC (link)
	Sam lost his breath on a low gasp, along with his ability to speak in complete sentences again, and lifted his hand to grab Bobby's wrist. If he'd thought about it he might have meant to be moving Bobby's hand away, but what he did was trap it against his chest and run his thumb slowly over the inside of Bobby's wrist, stroking over his pulse. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	hewhocometh 2011-05-18 03:48 am UTC (link)
	Bobby grinned and undid the button. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

after_burners
2011-05-18 04:14 am UTC (link)

Sam's grip tightened, probably to the point of being uncomfortable, and he only held it for a moment before making himself let go. He should back off, he wasn't drunk enough to think this was a good idea...but he was too drunk to be able to make himself back off. Lower lip caught between his teeth, he reached out and caught the lapel of Bobby's jacket and tugged, pulling him closer by it then pushing it down off his shoulder.

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	hewhocometh 2011-05-18 04:22 am UTC (link)
	Bobby settled his hand against Sam's chest and slid it down his breastbone until his wrist caught in his shirt. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	after_burners 2011-05-18 04:37 am UTC (link)
	Sam shivered and pushed Bobby's jacket farther down. Leaned in closer so he could work it off his arm completely, then circle his fingers around Bobby's wrist again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)