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[laughingandlyric]

[...Well that was certainly not fair. The smile dropped from his face and a little frown replaced it, as he jolted and made a preening noise that (again) he couldn't quite help.

Those teeth were especially bad for keeping quieted, and he meant to insist that that was enough; because he was in danger of having his own 'predicament'; but the words didn't quite form. Instead, he kept that hand in his hair and tugged again, his other hand reaching out for his arm, just to touch something in return.]

Rey, christ...

[affablecharm]

[It was, perhaps, a bad thing that such sounds only made him wonder much more intimate things about his friend... What sounds he might make if this were another part to his body... Or if things ever went any further.

As Jehan hissed out his name and a curse, and he felt that hand tug at his hair, he let out a pleased little sound of his own, tongue tracing upwards from Jehan's navel.]

Just returning the favored attention...

[this time with a light nip.]

[laughingandlyric]

[...Remind him why he'd taken the blindfold off again?

Going a little flush and needing to catch his breath, from the sight and the sensation combined, he made a wincing face and leaned his head down to touch to the top of Courfeyrac's, smoothing his fingers over his ear, then his neck, still just trying to focus on getting it together.

Which was difficult, because they definitely both had a problem now.]

Guess that's fair too, then... [Mumbled, kissing the top of his head again and trying not to wriggle or even move, otherwise.

He needed to think of really unsexy things, to get it under control. Like, science class. Or their friend Grantaire. Or the movie Bambi...]

[affablecharm]

[Because he had been the cause of Courfeyrac's problem?

He nipped his way up Jehan's torso, soothing each nip with a kiss or swipe of his tongue. He enjoyed his hands on him, the kiss at the top of his head, everything. And he wasn't even trying to think of unsexy thoughts. He was too preoccupied with sexy thoughts.]

[laughingandlyric]

[The difference being, he genuinely hadn't meant to cause Courfeyrac any problems!

But the feel of his tongue smoothing over those little bites was too much, and his attempt to imagine sad or ugly things faded into imagining what his mouth would feel like in other places...

With a groan of frustration, he went to drag the other boy up by his arms, turning them onto their sides so he could entwine their legs again, and going to 'return the favour' along the side of his neck and throat, nibbling and sucking at the skin.

Two could play at that.]

[affablecharm]

[Yes, but what could he have expected really?

He allowed Jehan to drag him up and turn them to their sides, gladly tangling their legs back together... And when he went to return his favor on his neck? Courfeyrac hissed out his appreciation, hand wrapping around his waist and fingers pressing into his back.

Oh yes, he appreciated this quite a bit.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Well, he had said they ought to try being romantic... key word being 'try.'

That hiss sent a jolt through him, accentuated by those fingers at his spine. Going to bite just a little harder, where his neck met his ear, he let a palm smooth down along his back, fingers brushing just under the waistband of his pants. Just to have the briefest idea of what it would feel like, if they were to go further.]

[affablecharm]

[Try.

Courfeyrac found it difficult to try when blindfolded and making out, sorry. The sharper bite earned an all out groan from him and as he felt Jehan's palm smooth down his back... then under the waistband just slightly, he pressed towards the touch.

That? That was not fair in the slightest, Jehan. And to prove it? His fingers moved from his spine to his hip bone, massaging there in small circles.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Well, Jehan had had better intentions for that blindfold than purely being kinky... but it was hard to remember good intentions when your partner kissed like that. (Okay, okay... so he was a great kisser. Jehan admitted it. Privately.)

Maybe he'd realized that wasn't entirely fair, but he hadn't expected the retaliation. Curling into the touch, he wasn't even the least bit ashamed at the sound that came out like a whimper.

They should really, really stop now. ...Or. In a minute.

They'd stop in a minute.

Taking a shaky breath, he pressed his hands a little lower, beyond his waistband to the knuckle, smoothing over the skin there and then breathing warmly against the affronted part of his neck.]

[affablecharm]

[Jehan's intentions might have been pure, but this was also Courfeyrac we're talking about. Good intentions aside, Courfeyrac was exceptionally good at forgetting them.

When it comes to Courfeyrac: Always expect the retaliation. Dear god, that sound though. They'd stop in a minute... or two. Courfeyrac would hide in the bathroom and discretely take care of his business, then have cocoa with Jehan and sleep on the floor or something.

Those were his good intentions, that all left his mind when Jehan's hands dipped lower and his breath was against his neck like that.]

Jesus, Jehan...

[He nudged his head a little, tongue flicking out at Jehan's ear.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Those were good intentions, and Jehan's weren't very different. The bathroom, maybe a snack, and he could even walk Rey home, if he wanted; he didn't mind long walks, even at this hour.

And if he'd been in total possession of his mind, he might be thinking about which snack it was he ought to make... sadly, half of his brainpower was taken up by the exact feel of the curve of his friend's backside as he ran his hand just a little lower, brushing with his fingernails, and back up.

The small explicative made him hum, giving a slower, more lingering kiss to the side of his jaw and shifting against him a little nearer.]

We can stop any time...

[Assured.

Though whether to let Rey know, or to remind himself, he wasn't 100% on.]

[affablecharm]

[Yes, great thoughts, good intentions...

And absolutely none of that happening. Especially as that hand dipped just a little lower, then scratched lightly back up. That? That was definitely a little moan from him. He shifted back against Jehan, turning his head to capture his lips this time.

That was a great assurance, but he wasn't so sure he wanted to hear that right now. Yes, they could stop any time... but he wasn't sure he wanted to unless Jehan did. His fingers massaging those circles dipped a little lower, just at the waistband of Jehan's pants.]

[laughingandlyric]

[And they should. They should stop. Right now.

No matter how many times he said it in his head, it didn't stop him from gasping into that kiss and deepening it needfully, from moving up against Courfeyrac's hands, wanting them lower, or from moving his own hands around to his hips, dragging down again. He kept two fingers out, to hitch on his jeans, dragging them down a little as his palms rubbed over his thigh.

He'd definitely stop. Just one more second.]

[affablecharm]

[Should... But would they? Every time the thought crossed Courfeyrac's mind, he staved it off with "just another second"... then the seconds turned into minutes.

Jehan certainly wasn't helping matters either. From that gasp in their kiss that he eagerly swept away to the way he rose a little to meet those circles on his skin... To those wandering hands, causing Courfeyrac to moan against his lips and edge a little closer.

And dip his fingers under the waistband just a little more.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Okay. Okay, he was really, actually going to stop. Reynaud's hand was getting dangerously close to actually making things too difficult to pause... as if it wasn't already difficult. It practically hurt, and he didn't have any illusions that he was about to frustrate both of them, a good deal.

Giving a soft moan of appreciation to show that he wasn't offended, and deepening that kiss for just a moment more, he finally (and with herculean effort) drew away, taking his hands back, tucking his head down, and trying to ignore Coureyrac's fingers.]

...We should definitely stop now. [Whispered, apologetically.]

[affablecharm]

[It was all he could do to actually pull his fingers away when Jehan suggested that they stop. The high pitched whine wasn't mean for him, per say... it was, rather, meant for the situation as a whole.

But he really was true to his word and when it was suggested they stop, he pulled away oh so very reluctantly, working on controlling his breathing. He gave a small nod and kept his hands to himself now.]

Stopping...

[laughingandlyric]

[A thankful nod and a quick kiss to his throat before he rolled onto his back with a soft wince, staring up at the ceiling.]

...at least we're not still at school.

[Okay, so this had been a lot less romantic and a lot more magnetic than he'd expected... but at least they hadn't quite stooped to hiding behind a bleacher.

...Small victories, he supposed, trying very, very hard to think more about Disney movies and less about his hands again.]

[affablecharm]

[When Jehan rolled into his back, Courfeyrac mimicked the action, squeezing his eyes shut.]

Yeah... At least there's that.

[He let out a rather pathetic sound and really tried to keep his hands to his side. He needed to just think about unsexy things and not his shirtless friend... And not the problem both of them had right now.

Damn it, he should have stopped ten minutes ago.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Wetting his lips and taking a deep breath, he turned his head to regard his friend; it was unfortunate he looked so handsome without his shirt. And while it felt like he ought to feel some small prickle of victory at the reminder that Rey wasn't entirely irresistible, he really didn't.]

Um. [The ways that this could potentially be awkward, let him count them. Lucky, then, that Jehan was naturally awkward. He almost wouldn't notice.

Speaking in a soft voice,] It isn't... I mean, it's not you. ...Obviously.

I would, and I want to, but. We just. What we want is different.

[He knew Rey understood that, he just wanted to remind him that was the reason; not because he'd done anything wrong, or wasn't attractive in his eyes.]

[affablecharm]

I know...

[It was a relief, mentally, that it had nothing to do with him. It was still difficult, however, as Jehan continued speaking. It was like a constant reminder that he was right there next to him. Wrenching his eyes shut a lite more, he let out a shaky breath.]

In the long run, at least.... To be fair, we both want the same thing right now.

[laughingandlyric]

[That earned a soft puff of laughter and he turned his head back into Courfeyrac's, nudging into his cheek affectionately.]

Since we're being so fair tonight, yes; to be fair, right now, I'd like to do really, truly unspeakable things to you. ...Twice.

[He smiled into his cheek and shrugged.]

Right now. But unfortunately, time continues after right now. Unless the world ends.

[In which case, it really would have been a mistake not to sleep with him.]

[affablecharm]

Twice?

[He tried not to lean into Jehan's touch, with with his face against his cheek.. And his voice just right there, it was hard to ignore. It would be easier if he could forget Jehan was there for long enough to calm down at least. There was a small, very not manly, whimper at all of this.]

Even if the world was ending, nothing would come of it because of the possibility that it may not.

[laughingandlyric]

[The whimper made his smile warmer, and he nudged with his nose again; just as frustrated, but far more resigned to it.]

That's right. That's the gamble. You live in the moment, I like thinking about what's to come, I guess.

Which, tonight, probably isn't either of us...

[Snorting softly at his own joke, he kissed his ear again.

Nothing would come of it... wise words, Rey.]

[affablecharm]

[Courfeyrac is rarely resigned to being so frustrated. Even that terrible pun was enough to make him groan-- with more frustration. Please don't talk about coming or the lack thereof right now, Jehan.]

That's terrible...

[He wants to just reach over and help Jehan find relief-- then find his own.]

[laughingandlyric]

[He can't help it. He knows that he SHOULD be able to help it, but who could? When he heard that adorable groan, he kissed the side of his neck again, nibbling at the spot a moment after.

Misery does terrible things to him, really. Very attractive.]

Then I'm sorry, Rey. Can I do anything to make it up to you?