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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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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.

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It's something, enough to make Granby shiver, down his spine and all the way to his cock.

"That's perfect," he murmurs.

Laurence made a muffled noise in the affirmative and continued kissing, pressing his body against Granby now, gripping him with slick hands, moving off the wall, moving the other man where he wanted to go this time even if it was not very far.

Granby is completely pliable, pushed against Laurence snuggly, utterly willing to be moved. He kisses him deeply, a small soft sound creeping out past his lips.

Eventually, Laurence's kisses slipped lower, kissing along the line of his jaw and down his throat, moving slowly. There was no hurry now and he was determined to take as much time as he pleased.

His back is against the wall, his hand against Laurence's shoulder. He tips his head back, face to the spray, giving Laurence all the room he wants and all the time he needs.

And take his time he did, seemingly prepared to explore nearly every inch of Granby that he could reach with mouth or hands. If was the sort of thing that he might happily continue for quite some time if not interrupted.

He makes a soft, breathless sound as Laurence's hands roam over him, determined to let him touch wherever and whatever he wants.

Laurence continued, almost exploratory with his touches and very thorough. He wanted Granby to enjoy this thing almost more than he did himself.

Other than the little sounds that he makes when Laurence's hands brush across something particularly sensitive, Granby bites his lip. He's hard but its not pressing and he's content to let Laurence make his own choices, here.

After a what must have seemed an insufferably long time to Granby, Laurence's hand finally came down to grasp the length of him. He took a moment to adjust to the addition of a great deal of water, everything now wet and so very slick, making him want to go a bit fast once more, but he held back and remained steady. He would try to do this as Granby had.

It does seem like an insufferably long time. Laurence's fingers curl around him and Granby's breath comes in a soft, sharp gasp.

"God, Will," he says, shifting his hips just barely.

Laurence paused, looking up for a moment before going back to his task, a look of rather serious concentration on his face. He was going to do it correctly this time, Granby deserved that.

The look of concentration would be almost comical if what Laurence was doing with his hand didn't feel so damn wonderful. Granby rocks his hips, pressing into the touch.

His breath catches. His fingers skim against Laurence's shoulder.

Laurence was only vaguely aware of how foolish he must have looked, dripping wet, flushed, and as focused as a freshly arrived midshipman trying to preform some new task for the first time. Granby sounded and acted as though he appreciated his efforts, but a part of Laurence wanted more.