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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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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.

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He's not so wrapped up in everything that he can't read the signs. He lifts his head, glancing up at Laurence, hand back against his thigh.

"Too much?" he asks, head tilted. "Which part?"

Laurence shook his head. It had been a rather sudden, uneasy feeling and it did not seem like the sort of thing that would easily lend itself to concrete definition. "I do not know, John. But perhaps we should-- Perhaps we might take things a bit more slowly?"

"I'm sorry, Will," says Granby, gentle and genuine, leaning to press a kiss against Laurence's temple, another against the corner of his mouth. "I forget that your idea of 'slow' might be very different from mine."

He pauses for a second and then rolls off the bed, offering his hand.

"Come on. I have an idea."

Determined to preserve some dignity, Laurence rolled over and off of the bed with the minimum amount of assistance from Granby's offered hand. He did not know what the other man had in mind, but presumably it was to be slower, as he had said.

Once they were both standing, Granby pulls Laurence in against him, pressing the lines of their bodies together, arm curling around Laurence's neck, a touch possessive.

Laurence relaxed into the touch, fairly at ease, but still very much himself, blushing and just a bit uncertain. It was not by any means a bad sensation, this almost intense closeness with another human being, especially after his having gone for such a long span of time without it, indeed without even a pale reflection of it.

He shamelessly grinds his hips forward against Laurence before he pulls away. He turns and walks towards the back of the hut, where there's an open door, a little shower-room. Which, honestly, might be his favourite modern thing to date.

He turns the water on and steps under it.

"C'mon then."