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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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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)

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."

Laurence followed. Though he did not personally agree with a good many of the island's 'modern' trappings, the shower was one that he had come to adapt to fairly readily, in spite of its queerness.

The pressure's not anything to write home about and, honestly, Granby misses the hot baths back at Loch Lagan. He pulls Laurence into him, under the warm water.

For a time he simply stood there, letting the water rush over him, enjoying the feel of it. After a few moments, he kissed Granby, one hand resting lightly on his arm.

The kiss is good, different, with the water sluicing over them, making skin slippery and warm. Gently, he nudges Laurence back against the wall.

Laurence went back easily, putting up no real resistance to Granby's directing him. For, though he may have outranked the man and may have been older as well, he was smart enough to give precedence to experience in such a situation.

He doesn't waste any time before he's pressing against Laurence again, the flat planes of their bodies. He arches an eyebrow, grinning.

"Nearly ready to go again?" he says, asking though he can feel the proof of it himself.

"I do not think it may be entirely out of the question," Laurence answered, meeting Granby's almost devilish grin with a carefully impassive expression and tone. It might have been more effective and believable had his body not betrayed him by furiously blushing even as he spoke.

Laurence's blush isn't the only part of his body that's betraying him. Granby shifts, slightly, hand sliding down Laurence's belly, grazing against his cock bt not settling.

That barest, teasing touch was enough to put all possible doubts to rest. Laurence almost wanted to grab Granby's hand and try directing it where he would, but he did not, instead remaining still, his breath a bit unsteady, hands at his sides, and trusting that Granby had some better thing in mind.

Granby's hand came to rest against Laurence's hip, keeping him close as his lips graze against his jaw, close to his ear.

"I do wish you'd tell me what you want, Will," he says, quietly, almost a whisper.

"If I knew-- If I was able to put it forth in words I would tell you," he replied, voice low, turning his head to try to catch Granby's mouth for a proper kiss.

He kisses him, leans into it, in no particularly hurry now that they're in the shower. His fingers graze against Laurence's skin.

"So show me instead."

"I am not certain even that would be adequate," Laurence said, but he nonetheless moved forward to kiss Granby once more. It was a slow kiss, he had said that he wanted things to go slowly, but heated and a bit fierce.

Edited 2012-09-19 01:12 (UTC)