[John looks into Poe's eyes dazedly, still reeling. He doesn't even remember the stumble backwards into the bedroom, or losing his beer.
Just Poe's hands. His mouth. The crush of his body, and how solid he is. The distinct lack of alcohol on his breath and tongue. John's already panting, and half-hard.
That was a hell of a kiss.]
Hi. Uhm, you're here. I didn't-
[John didn't think Poe remembered his open invitation, and if he did, wouldn't have predicted he would take him up on the offer. He'd chalked up Poe's interest in him as "drunk, lonely, and more than a little desperate".
John could've been anyone. It hadn’t been about him. All that mattered was he was warm, present, and willing. In the right place at the right time.
Or wrong time, considering the circumstances, and that John couldn’t have said yes, no matter how badly he’d wanted to. And he’d wanted to. More than badly. Had spent some quality time in the shower the morning after, to that effect.]
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[John looks into Poe's eyes dazedly, still reeling. He doesn't even remember the stumble backwards into the bedroom, or losing his beer.
Just Poe's hands. His mouth. The crush of his body, and how solid he is. The distinct lack of alcohol on his breath and tongue. John's already panting, and half-hard.
That was a hell of a kiss.]
Hi. Uhm, you're here. I didn't-
[John didn't think Poe remembered his open invitation, and if he did, wouldn't have predicted he would take him up on the offer. He'd chalked up Poe's interest in him as "drunk, lonely, and more than a little desperate".
John could've been anyone. It hadn’t been about him. All that mattered was he was warm, present, and willing. In the right place at the right time.
Or wrong time, considering the circumstances, and that John couldn’t have said yes, no matter how badly he’d wanted to. And he’d wanted to. More than badly. Had spent some quality time in the shower the morning after, to that effect.]
Right now?