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[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?

[affablecharm]

[The kissing and nibbling was just plain cruel. Courfeyrac whimpered a little at it and scrunched up his face. He needed to ignore what was going on-- he needed to just focus on stupid unsexy shit.

He let out a shaky breath and licked his lips.]

If I could think straight right now, I'd let you know...

[laughingandlyric]

If you could think straight, there wouldn't be a problem...

[Murmured, knowing that he might get more whining for another cruel joke, and going to slip his fingers through Reynaud's in apology, just in case.

Unfortunately, Courfeyrac had said he'd excuse himself when he really needed to... and as he was still there, Jehan was happy to drag those kisses lower, to his shoulder again.

It was all pretty tame, right? No big deal.]

[affablecharm]

[.... Wow, just.... wow. Jehan was in rare form with his jokes and Courfeyrac was ready to whine about that one too when he found their fingers slipped together. He gave Jehan's a squeeze in return, finding it in his heart to forgive that terrible pun.

.... But damn it, Jehan. Do you really have to drag those kisses lower? He's trying to restrain himself here.]

Right... My queer thinking is what got me in this mess.

[laughingandlyric]

Actually, insisting we should dance is what got you into this mess... [Mumbled against his skin, with another kiss to the tip of his shoulder.

He had tried to warn him.]

And then getting a little too enthusiastic about the whole 'romantic encounter' thing.

[Gave, with a soft smile, closing his eyes and rubbing his hand with his thumb.

It was like Reynaud had never someone stop him and say no before!

...Which. Might be the case.

If that was the case, life totally wasn't fair.]

[affablecharm]

Nothing wrong with dancing... And I was supposed to be less enthusiastic about the romantic encounter thing? How?

[He hadn't ever had someone say no before. This really was taking a lot of willpower and strength and he may be clutching Jehan's hand a little tighter than necessary....

This was not fair at all right now.]

[laughingandlyric]

Maybe a little less, um... [And he's flushing here, as if this were something to be shy about, when nuzzling against another boy's shoulder,] ...physically enthusiastic?

[Because they could have gone a lot longer with foreplay and kissing and errant touches, he thought, with some note of woe.

Though... since Reynaud had unfairly also made him too enthusiastic, on purpose... maybe teasing him a little wasn't /so/ wrong. Especially if he'd really never, ever had someone stop midway before.

So Jehan's sure that Reynaud and his extra willpower can definitely ignore the leg bending to lip up against his own, and the hand straying against his hip. He's just being friendly. That's all.]

[affablecharm]

[They could have-- probably. Maybe. They probably couldn't have, with this being their first time together... In any sense of the word. Reynaud was a little too excited about that and it showed.

More than he anticipated it to, really. Regardless, it /was/ wrong to tease him too much like this. Especially since he'd never really had been stopped midway.

That was most certainly not a squeak at his leg bending up or that hand on his hip.]

When I'm enthusiastic, I am in every sense of the word. Jesus..

[laughingandlyric]

[He was, um... helping his tolerance along? Let's say so.

The not-squeak was awfully sweet...]

Mn? I guess that's a positive quality.

[He kissed the other boy's cheek and continued to idly trail his hand over his hip.

If he couldn't satisfy himself, at least it took the edge off to frustrate pay attention to somebody else.]

[affablecharm]

[Those idle touches kept him on edge, never mind if he was supposedly helping his tolerance or whatever. In fact, if Jehan didn't let up with his teasing and frustrating touches, Courfeyrac was likely to return those attentions.]

You guess?

[That came out raspier than intended... He turned his head to return the kiss to Jehan's cheek, nuzzling his nose against him for just a moment or so.]

[laughingandlyric]

It isn't very useful right now, is it?

[Pointed out, happy to meet his mouth on one of those kisses, humming.

Jehan assumed he had a much higher pain tolerance. After all, he much more rarely got what he wanted. So let the games begin.

...Granted, he didn't want to torture his friend, but it was really, very hard not to want to touch him, at the same time.]

[affablecharm]

Apparently not.

[But he'd take the kiss and deepen it just a touch, longing to be closer to him despite not being able to seek relief. His own hand found the outside of Jehan's leg that was wrapped around him. He trailed his fingers lightly over his thigh as he continued to kiss his friend.]

[laughingandlyric]

[A hum of agreement, not dissatisfied.

Reynaud knew what he was doing, but he was almost delicate about it. If asked again, Jehan would tell him he was a great kisser; not merely good. He hand at his thigh intensified his focus on the warmth of that other mouth, though, and he thought he might be a little proactive.

Relocating his hand to beside the other boy on the bed, he leaned his weight up and in a little, so he could hover half on top of him to return that deepened kiss, rather than at his side. It seemed more passionate, more domineering that way. Which was exciting. (Not that he needed to get any more excited, but, well... testing limits.)]

[affablecharm]

[Oh.

Well then. Courfeyrac had shied away from being more proactive about what he was doing, knowing that it would be more difficult that way when Jehan insisted he stop.

He rolled onto his back as Jehan hovered over him, arching up into the kiss with little nips here and there. His tongue sought to map out every inch of Jehan's mouth, intimately and slowly, as his hand trailed back up his thigh... Then his hip, then his side, as his nails ran lightly over his skin.]