Does my bag look lke its bigger on the inside too? *He gives it a look, as if just checking if anything inside of it could be a mean to escape the frozen prison.*
*At Stuart's remark, his hand goes immidiatly to his lips, covering them.* Fuck... *He starts rubbing, sucking them inwards but beiung careful of not getting them wet.*
If my brain wasn't trying to go into hibernation I'm sure I'd have an answer to that... *he closes his eyes and shakes his head, disgusted with himself*
*for a moment, he just watches the other's panic, then he leans forwards and lets out a long breath, breathing over Ashley's mouth*
*Every single thing Ashley's learned about reading signals has now turned into a big ball of confusion in his head.*
*It's sure another one of Stuart's quick, thinking on his feet, ways of approaching the problem. But inside of Ash, that stirrs very different ways of receiving the message.*
... *He simply breathes out, leaning a tad closer to repay the favor.*
*well, this could turn into something from some hidden camera show with heavy breathing and images obscured by hanging chunks of meat. Stuart doesn't really give a shit though, all he cares about is that between the warm blast of his own breath bouncing back to his own face, and Ashley's following after, it feels really good...*
*he breathes out again, his eyes focused on Stuart's face*
*Ashley can't help the small laugh that escapes his blue lips. It's a mix of embarassment and the paranoia of feeling like again, he's probably the butt of some cruel joke.*
*It has to be a cruel, bigger than simply locking them up in a freezer, joke.*
*Stuart doesn't really know what's going through his mind, it's quite possible that for once his brain has actually shut down enough to be purely running on instinct. Something that normally only happens in life or death situations: other people's lives...*
*the laugh gives him a jerk that he feels in his chest though and he pulls back a little, tilting his head*
Are we really doing this? *He asks, his eyes fixed on the other's mouth. Now, if that is not a clear message, Ashley will sure have to start writting things on his own face.*
Is this what it takes for a straight lad to want to be a little curious?
Doing what? Freezing to death? *he lifts an already trembling hand and with his cupped palm facing up, shakes it more pronouncedly* My invisible Magic 8-Ball says... Ask again later.
*How could Ashley not roll his eyes at such behavior? Well, being used to his co-worker acting that way was clearly becoming a bad habit.*
*Instead, he leaned closer, pulling onn the blanket to now cover them both, stretching it as much as it would go. They were now practically chest to chest.*
If I didn't know you and your strictly straight ways I'd say that you want me to kiss you.
*all Stuart could do was blink at Ashley. His protests couldn't quite come out, his teeth were chattering and his mouth quivering. Pushing himself closer into his co-worker's bodyheat was just a natural reaction*
*Not wanted it before? Putting it that way was certainly not helping now, not when they both knew what would for sure keep them warm.*
*The strong line Ashley had traced to assure himself that he would not fuck a co-worker seemed as blurry as his judgement now. And because of that, he pressed his cold lips against Stuart's.*
*Stuart gasped. Against Ashley's mouth. The breath puffed against his cheeks, all the way up to his closed eyelids with them so close together. And it felt good, there was no denying it*
*it probably didn't help that it'd been a few months since he'd last been kissed, by anyone*
*he didn't pull away, instead, pressing back and groaning at the mingling of their breath. It felt so good in this ice box of death*
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*At Stuart's remark, his hand goes immidiatly to his lips, covering them.* Fuck... *He starts rubbing, sucking them inwards but beiung careful of not getting them wet.*
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*for a moment, he just watches the other's panic, then he leans forwards and lets out a long breath, breathing over Ashley's mouth*
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*It's sure another one of Stuart's quick, thinking on his feet, ways of approaching the problem. But inside of Ash, that stirrs very different ways of receiving the message.*
... *He simply breathes out, leaning a tad closer to repay the favor.*
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*he breathes out again, his eyes focused on Stuart's face*
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*It has to be a cruel, bigger than simply locking them up in a freezer, joke.*
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*the laugh gives him a jerk that he feels in his chest though and he pulls back a little, tilting his head*
What?
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Is this what it takes for a straight lad to want to be a little curious?
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... What?
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*Instead, he leaned closer, pulling onn the blanket to now cover them both, stretching it as much as it would go. They were now practically chest to chest.*
If I didn't know you and your strictly straight ways I'd say that you want me to kiss you.
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... I've never wanted to before...
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*The strong line Ashley had traced to assure himself that he would not fuck a co-worker seemed as blurry as his judgement now. And because of that, he pressed his cold lips against Stuart's.*
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*it probably didn't help that it'd been a few months since he'd last been kissed, by anyone*
*he didn't pull away, instead, pressing back and groaning at the mingling of their breath. It felt so good in this ice box of death*
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