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There is always paperwork to be done. Granby has handwriting typical of an Aviator - educated by the Corps from the age of seven, there had always been more exciting things to do than practising making letters, especially once he'd started to show promise as a Mid. It's not that it's illegible, just that it's a bit of a scrawl and he does have a tendency to spread the words out more than they maybe need to be. Still, he's grateful of something to be doing, something to keep his mind occupied. He's been aware of being something of a scrub for the last week or so, but it really is impossible, unable to tell what way Laurence is going to go from one minute to the next.

Files? Are much easier to predict.

Granby glances up towards the clock. Not long until dinner, but time to finish what he's doing.

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"I trust you, John," Laurence said, looking Granby straight in the eyes with a bit of a smile, but still serious. It was the truth. What better answer could he give?

"That's your first mistake," says Granby but there's a world of emotion in the look he gives Laurence. "What happened to very small steps?"

He leans in for a kiss, hand grazing against Laurence's hip.

"I trust that you will remember it," he replied simply before moving to return the kiss. And he did put absolute faith in that statement. After all, Granby was as much a gentleman as he, though of a slightly different kind.

He'll do his level best, which isn't saying mich with Laurence spread out naked and all but entirely under him.

He groans softly, kissing down Laurence's throat. "There's so much that I'd like to do to you."

Laurence's head tilted back as Granby's kisses moved across his throat. It was an automatic motion, instinctive. A hand came up to rest against Granby's side as he made a small, contented sound of pleasure in the back of his throat.

It's difficult for John to decide what comes first. He's rarely had Laurence so pliable and it's somewhat dizzying. His habd skims down Laurence's belly, slipping between his thighs to cup his balls as Granby's mouth works against smooth skin.

At that Laurence made another noise in the back of his throat, glancing up at Granby a bit curiously. It was not that he had any particular complaint against Granby's actions, far from it in fact, but they had just finished something very much along those lines, had they not? Though still relatively unused to such affairs, Laurence found it a bit difficult to believe that he was endeavoring to repeat it so soon.

The look, one that Granby's seen on Laurence's face before though not quite in this context, is enough to make Granby laugh, a warm huff of breath against Laurence's skin.

"I'm merely taking advantage," he points out, grinning. "I haven't decided my plan of action, yet."

"That is not--" Laurence shifted position slightly, getting more comfortable as he did not know how long he might be in it. "It is not entirely reassuring, John."

"Come on, Will," says Granby, grinning. "You must trust me by now. When have I ever lead you wrong?" He pauses, thinking about that for a moment, squeezing warmly and leaning in to press another kiss to Laurence's mouth. "In a way that couldn't immediately be rectified."

Wisely, Laurence decided to hold his tongue for the moment, though he was certain that if pressed he could have thought of at least a few things in answer to that particular question. He did, however, not hesitate in returning the kiss.

For the moment, Granby is content to let his touch wander, nails scraping lightly against Laurence's inner thigh as he kisses him lazily.

And Laurence was equally content to stay where he was, kissing Granby, his hands running slowly over the planes and lines of the other man's body.

He could already feel a stirring of interest, not keen yet, not pressing, but definitely there. He trails the tips of his fingers against the scar along Laurence's side.

"What am I going to do with you?" he muses.

Laurence was not certain that he was meant to answer that question and so he remained largely silent instead, watching Granby's fingers trace just one of his many scars. That particular one was so old, so familiar that he seemed to have forgotten its existence entirely until the other man's touch.

Coming to a decision, Granby pushes himself up on his elbow, slapping the flat of his hand lightly against Laurence's thigh.

"Over you go, then."

Laurence looked up, puzzled, taken rather unwillingly out of his contented reverie by Granby's words and the light slap. "What?"

"Roll over," says Granby, leaning in for another kiss, gentle, this time, a reassuring touch against the side of his face. "You'll like it, I promise."

A moment's hesitation and then Laurence gave a small, tense shrug before carefully rolling onto his stomach. Once situated, he turned his head back as fully and comfortably as possible, looking curiously at Granby.

He leans in, pressing a kiss against Laurence's bare shoulder, fingers trailing down his spine, skimming against scars.

"I want to..." He bites his lip against the flush of his cheeks. "You might think it...very odd. But it feels good. I promise."

Laurence nodded, trusting Granby through the oddness of their current positions and the sudden rush of uncertainty he felt. The fact that Granby felt the need to preface his actions did, however, give him pause.

There's a part of him that knows he shouldn't, mustn't. That it's nowhere near small steps. But it's so hard to keep a clear head where Laurence is concerned. He settles for kissing down his spine, hand resting across Laurence's backside.

Granby's actions were perfectly acceptable for the time being and Laurence had to wonder just why he had said anything. In fact, it felt rather good, just as he had said and not odd at all.

He still hasn't entirely made his mind up. He presses a kiss against the small of Laurence's back, right above his tailbone, fingers wandering back between his thighs, trailing lightly against the cleft of his backside.

At that Laurence did shift away a bit from Granby, despite his efforts to remain still. Nearly as soon as it happened he was ashamed, but it could not be helped. That had been odd.

Edited 2012-09-17 21:23 (UTC)