[John doesn't like this. He doesn't like not being able to touch Poe, to make it just as much about him as it is about John. He's uncomfortable, right now. Crawling out of his skin with the need to move. To do. If he can't direct his energy into making Poe feel good, it rattles around violently inside of him like a loose screw in a turbine.
His stomach twists with anger, fear, and arousal, all at once. He wonders if Poe can smell it in his sweat. Taste it on his skin.
He's only slightly mollified by the touch of Poe's cheek, his neck still stinging. His dick still hard. He can't even think about tomorrow, what this could mean for their working relationship, or what the people around them might think, if they find out. John isn't sure he'll make it through the night. He'll be lucky if he makes it through the hour.
John wants nothing more than to laugh this off. To play it the way he's used to playing it. Like a game. Because John wins games.
And right now he feels like a loser. He feels small. He feels unworthy of Poe's attention, of Poe's lips, and the heat of his eyes, and the weight of his hands. People don't like John for John, they like him for what he can do, and right now, he's doing nothing. Just standing. Naked.]
C'mon, at least let me- I want to touch you.
Are you enjoying this? [John really, honestly wants to know if he is, or if Poe's just... Taking him apart for the hell of it. Because he can.
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His stomach twists with anger, fear, and arousal, all at once. He wonders if Poe can smell it in his sweat. Taste it on his skin.
He's only slightly mollified by the touch of Poe's cheek, his neck still stinging. His dick still hard. He can't even think about tomorrow, what this could mean for their working relationship, or what the people around them might think, if they find out. John isn't sure he'll make it through the night. He'll be lucky if he makes it through the hour.
John wants nothing more than to laugh this off. To play it the way he's used to playing it. Like a game. Because John wins games.
And right now he feels like a loser. He feels small. He feels unworthy of Poe's attention, of Poe's lips, and the heat of his eyes, and the weight of his hands. People don't like John for John, they like him for what he can do, and right now, he's doing nothing. Just standing. Naked.]
C'mon, at least let me- I want to touch you.
Are you enjoying this? [John really, honestly wants to know if he is, or if Poe's just... Taking him apart for the hell of it. Because he can.
It terrifies John that he can.]