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It's been raining on and off all day and, finally, Granby gives up on trying to be productive. He abandons his sketchbook and sprawls on his bed instead, wounded arm pillowed under his head, hand resting on his belly. He dozes, idly and, somewhat inevitably, he thinks about Will. It's a pleasant enough way to spend an afternoon, even if he does feel worn tight in every muscle, like something waiting to explore.

The rain is almost enough to make him homesick.

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"What in heaven's name is the matter with you?" Laurence asked, well on his way to angry now and not bothering to hide it behind politeness. His head was still whirling a bit from the suddenness of Granby's movements, but nonetheless he pushed himself off of the wall, attempting to move past the obstacle of the other man's body.

"You. You're the matter with me. Bloody hell, Laurence, can you not see how maddening all of this is.". He stands his ground, solid and furious. "To want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life and to be barely allowed to touch you? Have you any idea at all what that feels like?"

"I can imagine it quite well," he answered, standing his ground as well now that it was quite clear Granby had no intention of moving. It was likely that he could have easily moved the man aside if he wanted to, but he was too angry now to touch him and go where that might lead. "Do you think I have never wanted before?"

"Before, maybe," he says, face burning but he refused to look away, to talk away. "But not me."

"That is not what I meant." Laurence tried sidestepping around him this time, growing more annoyed as his words were turned around. "This is something different. You said I might have time."

"Time, yes, but this?"He pushes Laurence back again, and, this time, his hand stays against his chest. "Either you want me or you don't, Will, but this? This being afraid to even touch you? It's intolerable. You've seen my sketchbook. You've seen what I'm reduced to. And, always, this creeping fear that I've some how cornered you into something that you don't want. Will never want. Because your bloody head will never say yes."

Laurence swallowed back the quick, angry words he wanted to say, his heart beating fast, breathing uneasy under Granby's hand. He could not remember the last time he had felt so close to either violence or something else entirely. "You said I might have time," he repeated for a lack of anything else to say, voice measured, but under a great deal of strain. "It is still new."

"It's not new," snaps Granby, his hand still in place on Laurence's chest. It feels like he's barely holding himself in check. "It's not new because it's not anything, Laurence. Because you won't let it be. I don't know why you don't find a woman who'll have you. It'd be easier on your conscience."

"Perhaps it might be," he said, pushing Granby's hand from his chest and moving to the side. It was becoming ridiculous and he had no desire to be part of a scene. He was acting in haste, and he might regret it later, but at the moment he could not stop. "Perhaps you should content yourself with another as well. And then we will both be happier, yes?"

It's as though something snaps in his chest, something long wound tight. He steps in, pushing Laurence back against the wall again and, this time, he bends his head and catches his mouth in a hard, desperate sort of kiss. When it breaks, he's breathless and flushed.

"For the last time," he says. "It is you that I want."

Laurence kissed back. It was angry, rough, different than any kiss he had shared before, a brief loss of control. And he found that a part of him had liked that quite a lot. When it ended he looked at Granby, his eyes a little less uncertain and his face still hotly colored, but no longer solely due to anger.

He doesn't waste any time, barely misses a beat before he's kissing Laurence again, hand curled against the side of his neck to hold him to it, weight pinning him against the wall. The anger hasn't bled way completely but there's another kind of heat alongside it now, just as fierce.

Laurence couldn't not react to a kiss like that. He kissed back eagerly, almost gladly. Despite certain highly apparent particulars, it was rather like being with Roland, no thinking, no questioning, just action easy enough to follow and anticipate. And that was very, very good.

He makes a soft sound against Laurence's mouth, pure want. His thumb smoothed against Laurence's pulse and he kissed him deeper, nudging his mouth open and, God, urging him on the whole time.

At that moment he was very glad that the bulk of his experience had been with an extremely forthright woman, as he doubted anyone else would have properly prepared him for this. It was heat and it was want and it was extremely indelicate and it was clear that neither of them cared. Laurence made an answering noise into the kiss, hands wrapping firmly around Granby's arms.

It's a step towards what he's wanted but it's not the whole.way there, not yet. His knee presses forward between Laurence's and, when he rolls his hips forward, there isn't any conscious thought behind it. His body goes on without him.

Laurence moved instinctively against the other man's movement, a low sound of approval in his throat. His body was now going on quite without his brain, not caring in the least about differences or consequences.

More than anything, what he wants is Laurence's body spread out beneath him, wants him naked and longing and his but, for now, he just wants to kiss him like this, just like this. His cock is well on its way to making itself known and, when he rocks forward against Laurence again, it's enough to make him moan.

The more physically obvious sign of Granby's interest gave him momentary pause, but he did not have much time to dwell on it. Luckily, Granby was keeping him occupied with other things, namely a good deal of kissing, and, as time went on and he grew bolder, a fair bit of exploratory touching on his end. One hand rested on the back of the other man's head, fingers tangling in curls, as his other hand continued gripping his arm almost hard enough to bruise.

It's already more than Laurence has touched him since they were stuck in Anahuarque's palace and it's all that Granby can do to keep moving despite the relatively chaste touches. He breaks the kiss again, all but gasping for breath.

"God, Will."

Laurence paused in his tracks, looking curiously at Granby. Was he somehow doing something wrong? He hadn't thought he was, but then, he hadn't truly been doing much thinking at all.

The look's enough to make him smile, crooked. He ducks his head.

"Please tell me I can take you to bed," he says, hoping, hoping. "Mine or yours. I don't care which."

For a short span of time there seemed to be an argument behind Laurence's eyes. But it was very brief and he nodded quickly, almost violently, before kissing Granby, making the move entirely on his own.

That's entirely new and it sends a thrill through Granby. He shivers. Still kissing Laurence, unable to stop, he starts to tug Laurence towards the open door of his bedroom.

Laurence followed eagerly, half-tripping over himself in his desire to follow, to do this, to not stop contact even for an instant. At any other time he might have wondered if the fact that all of his liaisons seemed to go along those same lines was evidence of some greater failing of his, always led and pushed, but, oh, always enjoying it in the end.

But those were thoughts for other times when he was not so... preoccupied.