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 Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 10:45 am
That was better. Jordan smiled wider as Rep relaxed against them; he slipped his other hand under Rep's shirt in front, lazily stroking upwards, letting the back of his hand push the fabric up to bare skin. He was still watching carefully, though, ready to back off if Rep got too freaked out again.
The difference between thinking about something, even fantasizing about it, and actually doing it for the first time was a chasm that never seemed too big until you were standing on one edge, about to cross. Jordan hadn't said anything about it, but he'd been silently relieved that Harrison hadn't been clear-headed enough to notice how nervous he'd been that first night. Or at least, if he had, he'd had enough tact not to mention it.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 11:42 am
Harrison smirked into the huddle, forehead resting against each of theirs. Their noses bumped. He had a different hand on each waist. And their mouths were almost close enough that... Well, hell, why not.
He kissed the side of Rep's mouth first, coaxing, and even those motions brushed against Jordan's lips.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 12:05 pm
It was hard to stay anxious with the closeness, with the familiarity and somewhere along the way he just simply stopped paying his jangling nerves any heed. The only reason his breathing picked up was the hand on his chest, and even that was completely unrelated to nervousness. His patience with his own mental agonising was wearing very thin and he was on the brink of cleaving the metaphorical tables of doubt in half.
That waning patience got even thinner as Harrison ventured a kiss that made him raise a brow slightly. He hadn't even thought of the possibility, but this close...
The corner of his own lips tugged up in a smile as he inclined his head back just enough that he could kiss Jordan in a similar fashion, making sure with the closeness, Harrison got to feel what he was up to.
In the moment his hands might have wandered.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 11:36 pm
Little brushing kisses, awkward but sweet, something he'd never thought of. Jordan laughed softly, continuing the chain to place a teasing kiss at the corner of Harrison's mouth. Some of the nervous tension had drained away, leaving a giddy thrumming excitement in its place. He shifted a little to fit himself along Rep's side, hooking an arm around his waist and cupping his hip, and tugged lightly at the collar of the t-shirt. "Your turn," he said lightly. "Let me see."
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 8:07 am
He might have objected if he'd been the first. Maybe even a little if he was the second, but right now any self conciousness he might have felt about the scars of failure across his shoulder and his side he attempted to set aside, they all had their imperfections. And that, he reminded himself, was fine.
He broke the kiss fleetingly to slip the shirt up and off, tossing it to the nearest available flat surface. Not the floor. It was important.
Harrison was right about the light though, it made self conciousness so much more acute. The tattoos had always been an attempt to override the discomfort he felt with himself, draw attention away from the freckles that covered almost every inch of his skin, fading out in places, darkening back in others. They may have worked on others but they never drew his own attention away from them. And even the all important tattoos themselves had been mangled by that scar on his shoulder, one part cutting injury, one part acid burn with just a dash of lingering vine damage. It looked like a sun, and it was a mark of how he'd failed at being one, offset only by the almost crescent sweep at his side that had come dangerously close to being fatal.
His breathing was still shallow as he pushed away those traitorous thoughts, returning to the closeness and affection he'd left, skin on skin, warm and easy and comfortable. In the midst of it, all the doubt was irrelevant. He smirked right back into the kiss he'd left and purred. "B'tt'rr?"
He slunk his arms right back around them both, life was way too ******** short for uncertainties.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 8:55 am
Only a fraction of adjustment, and then- Jordan pulled away, and Harrison made a grumbling noise, half still-kissing Rep and half watching as Jordan's eyes traveled down.
Right, the shirt.
He backed off long enough for Rep to work it free, before letting himself be pulled close again. "Much," he answered fleetingly, not meaning it. Harrison was hardly paying attention to sightseeing at this point. He wanted to take his time, meant to take his time, explore a little, but ended up locked in an urgent kiss instead.
He pulled away to haul Jordan around from the side, and kiss him with equal measures of desperation, "Come on," he said, not even sure what he was asking for, "Please."
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 9:35 pm
"Yeah," Jordan said, and was willingly silenced by a kiss; his fingers skated over skin, touching, exploring.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 5:45 pm
Okay, yes, but he needed more of that.
He grabbed Rep by the waist of his jeans, and Jordan by the half-peeled jumpsuit, and tugged them both towards the couch. He alternated distractedly between the patches of skin he was kissing, like a dog with two rubber toys.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 6:14 pm
Rep didn't resist the tug at all, pulled along effortlessly, right there with Harrison on the not enough, need more train of thought. Thanks to intimate, affectionate touches, he had been derailed from uncertainty to the most absolute sort of certainty there was. Long past doubting, certain of what he wanted.
Them
The couch was tactically registered as their destination as they moved, and out of ingrained reflex he edged around to relinquish his hold on the other two and flop back onto it before anyone else could. The moment he was there, he sprawled out in a very feline fashion, with efficiency making sure to occupy all the best and most comfortable spots. His. And maybe they could share it too. Maybe. At least the gesture was a good sign as far as his state of mind went, dominance required just a bit of confidence, and his confidence was returning, tempered just a bit by lust.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 7:36 pm
The couch - that was a good idea. Jordan paused for half a moment, waited for Harrison to find a spot on the couch; then he knelt down on the floor, his hands settling lightly on Harrison's knees.
His eyes flicked to Rep, then to Harrison, and his smile curved into something almost feline. "Time for a little catching up," he said softly.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 11:54 pm
The keys jingled outside, a faint sound easily drowned out by the soft swish of the couch against cloth and flesh, and faint murmurs shared between lovers. The unlocking of the door was less of a quiet noise, but it was too quick for action - all at once, the office door swung open, and Robert swiveled his bag off his shoulder, practically throwing it towards Clarice's desk, where it slid on the floor and came to a stop by the leg. He put his keys away, and shut the door behind him, whistling a happy tune. Who could say what song it was? He wouldn't get enough of it out, anyway.
When he turned back towards the office, his body reflexively turned towards the desk, and he could have almost walked right by the three men, mercifully blocking them out. But it wouldn't have mattered - eventually, he would have noticed. And it was sooner, rather than later, that the high note of his whistle turned into a choked sound, and he stared, neck muscles bulging in horror, at the scene on Clarice's couch.
One boy. Two Boys. Three boys shirtless. And..
"Boss." He managed to cough out in one pathetic, whiny noise, which clearly took a turn for the emotional as he looked as though, if anyone moved, he was going to burst into tears at that very moment.
But instead, he grappled for the handle to the door behind him, and let out one surprisingly sad sounding sob before pulling it open and storming right back out.
He was not ready for this.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 6:58 am
Harrison wasn't ever sure what to do when people started crying. Or looked like they were about to. Robert had also left the door open. The hallway outside was embarrassingly busy. He settled for tentatively withdrawing his hands from Jordan and Rep, and looking baffled.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:24 am
As Robert entered Rep froze dead, the lazy smile freezing off his features into a blazingly cold look of irritation. The anger seared away the embarrassment that tried to overwhelm him, took up everything that he was. He'd made it THIS FAR. THIS ******** FAR. And now again, ******** c**k blocked.
He wanted to break things. Wanted to break PEOPLE. Wanted to go on a ******** rampage. NOTHING EVER WENT HIS WAY.
And now he'd have to deal with the disgusted? upset? reaction he'd just witnessed replaying in his mind, knowing if the roles were reversed his response would be no different other than he wouldn't have left. He would have insulted them, he would have ranted.
He clenched his hands into fists and sat up, all the confused flustered feelings redirecting very nearly into raw familiar fury. With a snarl of irritation he punched his hand. "What the ******** was that about?" He glared at Harrison and raised his voice, not angry at him, more at the situation. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE WITH THE KEY?"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:35 am
The sound of the door coming open registered an instant after it occurred; Jordan froze, then turned slowly to see who it was, just in time to catch Robert's look of shock and horror before his friend fled. Jordan groaned and dropped his head to rest on Harrison's knee for a moment while he processed that yes, someone else did have a key, that someone was Robert, and that no, they were not actually going to get any private time, because the universe seemed to have a personal cockblocking mission against them. "********," he grumbled.
He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not that it was Robert that had interrupted them. On one hand, he was pretty sure Robert wasn't going to say anything to anyone else. On the other hand, now he was going to have to talk to Robert about this. He sat up, looking disgruntled. "Harrison didn't know," he said to Rep. "None of us wanted to be interrupted. <********>," he snarled again, and got up, shrugging into the coverall's sleeves with short, frustratedly angry movements. He retrieved his coat and tied the sleeves around his waist again.
When he reached the door, he briefly considered shutting and relocking it, because he was pretty damn sure Robert wasn't going to come back to check. But it wasn't their office, and if Robert had a key, he had just as much right to be in there, probably more, considering. And Robert was his friend. "Robert," he called down the hallway.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 8:50 am
Harrison looked over at Rep, skin flushed.
"I said as far as I know," he said, more gloomy than angry. Jordan didn't shut the door. He pushed his arms slowly through the sleeves of his coveralls, then zipped up. "Could be the whole damn division has them. I just thought- I mean, you heard her, she didn't want anybody messing with Killer's eyeplug, you were ********> there, s**t. Just s**t."
He puffed out an enormous, aggrieved sigh, then lay against the back of the couch. He covered his eyes with his palms, trying to think about baseball.
Hey, you know what you guys can do~ B0nez suggested, almost singsong.
I don't want to ******** play Call of Duty.
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