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[sunburned]

He often stays up later than Laurence and Julie; he sits on the porch sketching and then, when he's ready, he chooses one room or another. Most nights, he starts off with one and ends up with the other and, tonight, it's Julie's door (because it might still be the spare room, but he definitely thinks of it as Julie's) that he opens first.

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[kissmehardy]

I do not comment on his definition of "freely", when I have practically been begging him to kiss me. It might be undignified, but I think he is worth it and I don't care in the least.

"I absolutely do wish it," I say solemnly, and lean forward to kiss him again, must less chastely than I think he would do on his own, but I think it might be time for all of us to just jump into the thing wholly, and see where it takes us.

[sunburned]

For a moment, more than a moment, Granby can't keep a clear thought in his head other than the two of them. He tries not to stare, he really does, but it's surreal seeing something that he's thought about, more than once.

[geniusofdisaster]

Laurence endeavored to respond to Julie's kiss in a way that she would find favorable, however the knowledge that Granby sat close by never left his mind for an instant, and the gesture likely suffered for it. The notion that he was being observed by anyone, even a friend as intimate as John Granby, was still a rather uncomfortable one.

[kissmehardy]

It is, obviously and unsurprisingly, a somewhat awkward kiss, but I can feel the potential in it even so. We're both just so awfully tense, and it really is disconcerting to be so close to one man while kissing another. I give Will a smile, both for encouragement and to indicate that I'm far from unhappy with the experience even if we're both a little bit lost here.

And then I turn my head to look at John. I will never in a million years admit that I haven't the first clue how this is supposed to work, in actual practice, any more than Laurence does, but I do trust that he knows us both well enough to provide some kind of direction, if he can, toward the shape of what we're trying to become. At the very least, I hope he has some idea of where he ought to fit here as well.

[sunburned]

He lets out a long, shivering breath. He can't take his eyes off the two of them, close as they are. He blinks. Keeping his arm around Julie's waist, he reaches out and squeezes Laurence's arm.

"I think we'd do well to try and forget propriety for a little while, just between the three of us," he says, surprised by how rough his voice sounds. "Because Jesus, I do love the two of you so much."