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Post by László on Feb 16, 2012 2:14:53 GMT -5
"Why're you undressing me? I thought you said we weren't going to do that." He said, his words slurring.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 16, 2012 18:52:37 GMT -5
John laughed "I'm taking off your shoes so you can lay down, not so I can- never mind."
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Post by László on Feb 17, 2012 0:21:06 GMT -5
"Are you gonna join me?"
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 17, 2012 2:32:05 GMT -5
"If you'd like me to, of course."
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Post by László on Feb 17, 2012 21:17:34 GMT -5
"You oughta join me." He said, sounding coy.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 18, 2012 21:02:50 GMT -5
John took a deep breath.
After the fuss he'd made down stairs he's wasn't about to give in, not with him like this.
Slipping off his shoes, he sat down on the bed on the other side, not looking over at him.
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Post by László on Feb 19, 2012 1:41:46 GMT -5
László slid over to John and put his arms around him.
"C'mon."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 19, 2012 2:07:11 GMT -5
Taking a deep breath, John pulled his legs up on the bed and turned his head to him with an innocent smile.
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Post by László on Feb 19, 2012 2:13:46 GMT -5
László, still too inebriated to notice that John was basically at war with himself, pulled John the rest of the way into bed with him.
"Don't be so scared of me. I'm nice, really." He said in a breathy whisper.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 19, 2012 2:41:38 GMT -5
"It's not you I'm scared of Laszlo" he smiled, trying very desperately to keep his mind, and his hands, to himself.
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Post by László on Feb 19, 2012 12:54:37 GMT -5
He gave the kind of giggle you'd only hear from a really drunk person.
"Silly man. You shouldn't be scared of anything."
He kissed John, again rather passionately.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 19, 2012 16:42:02 GMT -5
((If they do this, John is going to hate himself in the morning.))
John's body trembled, as he returned the kiss, praying this was all that it would come to, praying that he could stop it if it came to it.
Not even the strength of god-
He pulled back slightly, sliding his teeth around Laszlo's lower lip, he tried to whisper "Laszlo please" but all he could do was breathe.
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Post by László on Feb 19, 2012 21:19:11 GMT -5
((Poor guy...and László would just not get why, even though he's heard why before.))
László kissed him again, running one hand through his hair and letting the other slide tantalizingly down John's back.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 19, 2012 21:31:38 GMT -5
((They are so just ugh))
This wasn't right and in the morning, he'd need a few drinks of his own.
Sighing in to the kiss, he reached around Laszlo's waist, pulling him quickly and as carefully as he could, atop him, never once breaking their lips. He arched up his back to meet with Laszlo's body, his arms pushing him harder in to the other man.
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Post by László on Feb 19, 2012 21:42:04 GMT -5
In the morning...well, the only thing he'd be sorry about was all the vodka.
Straddling John, he continued to kiss him fiercely before impatiently tugging at his shirt and then simply getting rid of it without asking, an continued to kiss down his chest toward his stomach.
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