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After the Ball - The Taxi Ride Home

Feb 23, 2006 14:03

The Taxi sped off from the parking lot of the Ringmore Suites. "Where ya going, Bub?" The driver called over the backseat, doing his very best not to look in the rear view mirror. Bobby managed to pull his head up long enough to gasp out the address. The driver got on with driving, and Bobby bent his head down again to Justin.

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artisticblond February 23 2006, 03:40:44 UTC

Justin arched his back against the cool hands on his warm skin. He had been right when he said being with Bobby would be like using icecubes in bed. It sent a jolt of electricity through his nerve endings, and he tensed up his mucles, wanting nothing more than to feel Bobby's warm tongue follow his cool hands. He fumbled with the buttons on his coat, then Bobby's, not sure where to start first, just wanting to feel skin on skin.

emo_popsicle February 23 2006, 03:59:24 UTC

Bobby felt Justin's hands scrabble over his shirt, trying to get the buttons undone. It was taking too long, and he wanted skin. Now.

Pulling the tails of his shirt out, he undid the last few buttons while his tongue lapped at Justin's lower lip before sliding into his mouth. If Justin's hands were fire, his mouth was an inferno. The sensation made his hips buck involuntarily, grinding against Justin. The shirt now unbuttoned, Bobby's hands found their way unerringly back to Justin's stomach, his finger's tracing over the muscle and holding Justin down.

artisticblond February 23 2006, 04:19:31 UTC

This was Bobby. And this was... intense. And Justin was flattened under him unable to move much beyond an arching of his weight up against Bobby's, and the whole time those cool hands and that talented mouth never stopping their relentless teasing. He pulled his mouth away briefly to run his eyes over Bobby's face. "Hey." Catching and holding his gaze, he ran a hand up through Bobby's hair. "Are you sure? About this?"

emo_popsicle February 23 2006, 04:35:24 UTC

Bobby pulled back. Two cool blue eyes, pupils wide and black met Justin's. Bobby blinked and his eyes focussed. They scanned over Justin's face, looking for a sign of whether this interrupton was a 'no'. He nodded, seeming to have come to a conclusion.

"I'm sure." Fingers from one hand trailed under the waist of Justin's trousers brushing against fine hairs. "I want you."

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