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And perhaps it's inevitable that he ends up here. His head's still reeling and he's not sure what he's about. More than anything, he needs to feel pinned down in the universe. He needs to feel certain about his place in something. So he goes to Priestly, prepared to explain himself if neecessary.

Basically, he just needs to feel comforted.
He doesn't care if it's selfish.

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"Tell that to Laurence," says Granby and then grimaces, his hand covering Priestly's on his thigh. "Because absolutely everything is wrong there. I have made the most colossal mess of everything."

"Laurence?" says Priestly. He'd expected that Laurence would have been there with him, but not that he would have anything to do with John's wedding night. "What happened to him? Is he okay?" Unless.... "Wait, did he not know about...?"

"He knew," he says, eyes closed again. "I told him the first time around, when I had nowhere else to turn. It would have taken wild horses to drag it out of me, otherwise."

His jaw tightens.

"I would never have asked him, only it was so desperate and so bloody lonely."

And with that, Priestly gets a very good, if incomplete, picture of where John's repeated wedding nights finally led him.

"What happened?" he asks him. "John, what happened?"

He hates to hear that anguish in John's voice, and he hates that he could ever feel that lonely.

"A fumble in the dark, like many before," he says, looking pained, even as it passes his lips. "Only, now, we won't speak of it because, Lord knows, Will wouldn't have done it if I hadn't had nowhere else to turn."

It's hard for Priestly to offer a rebuttal because, for all he knows, it's true. He gets that things back then aren't like things in his time, and even if they were, if he messed around with his straight best friend in an act of desperation, it would still be pretty awkward in the morning.

"Even if that's the case," he says finally, squeezing his leg, "you'll work it out. It might be really fucking awkward for a while, but you guys'll figure it all out and be okay again."

That gentle touch is incredibly welcome, right then, and Granby managed to raise a smile.

"He couldn't even look at me," he says, eyebrows drawn together. "I've...It'll be best if I stay scarce."

"I was never really great at the whole sit-down-and-talk-about-feelings thing," admits Priestly, "but this might be one of those cases where you need to sit down and initiate the conversation, before things get more awkward." But not right now, not until John feels less ashamed of whatever happened between them and can bring it up in a calm and rational way. "Would it be better if I took your mind off it right now?"

"I keep forgetting - I haven't introduced you to Laurence yet, have I?" says Granby, mouth twisting with wry humour. He studies Priestly's face for a long moment, fingers stroking over the back of his hand.

"I'd be grateful for it."

Priestly's met Laurence, in passing, but not through John, and he wouldn't say he knew him well at all, except through what John has told him. But he knows a few things.

"I know I'm not him," he says, sliding his hand up a little further, "but maybe that's the best thing right now."

It's the perfect thing right then and Granby finds himself so grateful for it that he could weep. He shifts his hips in the chair, lifting his gaze to study Priestly for a moment.

"You do not have to feel obligated," he says.

Priestly laughs; he just can't help himself. "Look," he says, squeezing John's thigh again, "when it comes to you, I pretty much always want it. My time with you and whatever we do in it is anything but an obligation."

"We feel the same, then," he says and his smile is hard won but it's definitely there. "And anything you give me would be a comfort, truly. It would be...lovey, to lose myself in you."

"How about you just relax right there, then?" says Priestly, reaching now for the fastening on Granby's pants. "I think you've earned the right to have someone take care of you for a little while."

Granby lets out a shuddering breath, hand coming up to skim against Priestly's jaw.

"I honestly don't know what i did to deserve you."

"I'm messy and insecure and have a personal style that most people describe as freakish," says Priestly as he slowly and carefully shimmies John's pants down just far enough that he has full access. "Whatever you did it must've been horrible, but how about you let me go down on you for a while anyway?"

"You underestimate yourself by miles," says John, biting his lip over a smile as Priestly strips him. His cock's already more than stirred.

"I'm not about to say no."

"I like myself just the way I am," says Priestly as moves to his knees between John's legs and licks at the barely exposed skin at the top of his thigh, "but I know what other people see." Then he moves in for the prize, rubbing his cheek against John's hardening cock and kissing the lowest bit of his abdomen as he does.

No more words. Granby shifts his hips, pressing into that brush of friction, the whisper of Priestly's lips against his skin.

"You don't even know how much I love doing this," murmurs Priestly before taking the head into his mouth, tonguing it gently all over, and reaching to cup John's balls in his hand.

He doesn't know but he can guess - it's always been something of a favourite of his too. He sighs, melting back into the chair, keeping his arse in the seat and letting Priestly take all the time he needs.

He does want to take it slow, a leisurely exploration of John's cock. A lick here. A suck there. There's a time to fuck someone hard and fast up against a wall, and there's a time to take it nice and easy, comfortable and intimate and no less satisfying.

It's easy enough to grow to full hardness, under Priestly's ministrations. His hand brush against Priestly's hair. He bites his lip and lets out a shivering breath.

He takes his mouth off to kiss John's abdomen again, to lick the crease where it meets his leg. "Just relax," he says, burying his face for just a moment to lick at his balls. "Just let me do everything."

At that, he shifts, spreading his legs wider, giving Priestly as much room as he wants. He shifts his hand, draping it against the arm of the chair instead.

"I'm all yours."