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bromantic ROMANCE meme

Despite popular conjecture, romance doesn't have to be overwrought or over the top like a Shakespearean tragedy or a terrible Nicholas Sparks novel. Sure, there needs to be some intimacy to make it, well, romantic, but there are plenty of relationships that blur the lines between "friendship" and "relationship" in every way they can. In fact, your romantic partnership is just like that. It feels like you're dating your best friend, really, and in most cases, isn't that the best, most healthy thing? You're completely comfortable around them, and you never have to worry about being at odds - most of the time. You hang out, you bro out, you do things you both enjoy. And sometimes, you can even kiss or make out. How awesome is that? Maybe you were friends first and this is just a natural outgrowth of what you started, or you could prefer all relationships to be more bromances.

Of course, throwing a twinge of romantic love or sexual attraction into the mix and even the best friendships can get...complicated. If anyone can beat the odds, though, it's you guys!

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[There's a moment where he almost pulls his hand away before Gene can catch it when Gene turns his to grip Snaf's fingers, but it's just a weird reflexive urge - he's still kind of feeling raw and unsettled, the movement of Gene's hand trying to capture his sparks off some stupid fight or flight thing in him that he has to push down - and it passes quickly. He stills himself, holds Gene's hand and doesn't let go, even when Gene speaks, the seriousness in his voice softened by the apology Snaf can hear there. The gentle stroke of Gene's thumb on his knuckles is stupidly soothing.

He doesn't actually say anything, because he can't figure out what he can say to the first part - it's his dad, he can't just agree that he's an asshole, can he? - and because the second part is just a plain apology. It's not conditional and he trusts Gene enough to take it at face value. Even if he can tell his friend is still angry. (There's a little part of him that's sort of grateful for that, even if he'd never admit it.) He squeezes Gene's hand back before Gene lets go and nods, gesturing vaguely towards a cupboard.]

Who the fuck knows. In there, maybe?

[He turns to get back to making the coffee, shifting the mugs out of the spill and just concentrating on the task, trying to put all this shit out of his mind for the moment. He knows what choice he wants to make - I love you - but it's still surprisingly hard to just throw up his hands and follow his friend home without second guessing it. Stay here tonight, he'd asked Gene and maybe that's as far ahead as he wants to think right now.]

[Paper towels get retrieved from one of the cupboards, and Gene runs one under the tap before using a dry one to mop up the spill. The damp one wipes down the counter and Gene pokes around for a trashcan to get rid of them. That done, he tries to find something else to do, not quite nervous, but definitely feeling a little antsy.]

I should go get my bag. [He'll need clothes for tomorrow and a toothbrush, and he should probably call or e-mail his parents and tell them he's going to be late, and probably that he's bringing company too, but-

Maybe he can call them in the parking lot or something, it's not like they don't know who he's traveling with. Or maybe that should wait. Maybe he's not sure how they're going to take it, or how to explain any of this to them - literally, any of it, not just stuff with Snaf - and maybe Gene kind of just wants another night where he and his friend don't need to worry about it anymore, too.]

Yeah, probably.

[Except he holds the mug of coffee out to him, not really sure if he's expecting it to stop him from heading out to the truck - hell, he might just take it out with him - or if that's what he wants at all, stalling him. He can tell what Gene's thinking, sort of, enough that he knows he's trying to figure out what to tell his parents and it sort of sets Snaf's teeth on edge, not just because his own family is such a mess where Gene's isn't. He's not sure he wants to be the fucked up buddy trailing after Gene like some kind of stray dog. Gene's thinking about it so he's thinking about it and he just kind of wants to stop thinking about it completely.

Anyway, he's holding out the coffee for Gene to take, his own mug steaming in his hand.]

Here.

[Well, either way, Gene accepts the mug and doesn't head for the door. He's thinking about it maybe, but the mug's a distraction and it keeps him where he is for now. His clothes aren't going anywhere.]

Thanks. [He smiles, and it's... not nervous, but still maybe a little shy. Uncertain is probably a better word, because he doesn't really know where they're going from here and he's trying hard not to worry about it.

So he walks over to sit down on the couch and drink his coffee, looking over at Snaf like he's hoping he'll follow.]

[And Snaf does, because it's easy enough and because he wants to, because he's still feeling weird and sort of fucked up even if he's trying not to think about the reasons for it. He wants to be close to Gene to see if that'll make him feel better. It usually does.

So Gene sits, after that uncertain smile, and Snaf follows him over to sit beside him. It's okay. They'll work it out. They're here and they're alive and they got out. So they're fine. He thinks about pulling out his cigarettes, seeing if Gene wants one, and then instead out doing that, his hand creeps over to brush through Gene's hair instead.]

[Maybe it's embarrassing, but Gene leans into that brush of contact almost immediately, pressing his shoulder against Snaf's and letting out a slow, contented breath. There's still a lot that's eating at him, but it's easier to push those thoughts away when something like this is happening, when it's clear that Snafu's doing his best to push the rest of it aside, too.

They're here and they're alive and they got out. That should be the important part, that should be enough to get them through whatever else happens, and that's what he tries to let settle and take hold in his chest as he drinks his coffee.]

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[Snaf runs his fingers through Gene's hair lightly, almost absently, just feeling Gene pressing against him and drinking his shitty coffee. It's quiet - almost silent, really - and there's a part of him that probably won't be used to that for a long time, even if they've been away from gunfire and airstrikes for a while now. Quiet is getting to be normal again but it won't actually happen for a while, probably. It still feels a little dreamlike sometimes.

He finishes his coffee slowly, watching Gene drink his, trying to just centre himself, settle himself down and get calm. He tries not to think about tomorrow, to put today out of his mind. It's not that easy but eventually he feels himself starting to unwind a little more, relaxing against his friend. Whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen and they can deal with that shit later.]

[Later's kind of a novel concept when you've had to get used to some kind of impermanence. Silence is, too, when you're used to noise and violence and screaming, and sometimes it feels a little too much. Sometimes it's fine, and now - with Snaf's fingers running through his hair and his body warm and solid next to Gene's - it's more fine than not.

But he still needs to get his backpack out of the truck, so he finishes his coffee and reluctantly pulls away, setting his mug down on the side table before going to stand up.]

Be right back.

[Gene starts to stand as Snaf's setting his mug down on the floor and he finds himself grabbing his friend's arm, pulling him back down without a second thought. He doesn't want to be alone in here yet. It's fine when he's sitting in silence with Gene but sitting in silence alone is a different story.]

Get your shit later.

[He shifts on the couch as he says it, turning and bringing his leg up so it's stretched out along the length of the couch behind Gene's back, then pulls him over with a hand curled in his shirtsleeve so he can press their lips together in a kiss that's warm and tastes like coffee.]

Okay, [Gene manages to get out with a grin before Snaf pulls him closer and kisses him. There's a part of him that hopes this means things are okay, and maybe worries that it means things aren't, but it's easier to just lean into it, kissing him back with one hand pressed flat on his friend's chest.

It's good, to be able to do this without fear of getting caught, without looking over their shoulders or making it almost too quick to enjoy it. Maybe if they'd just left things like that, it be easier to just walk away now, but Gene honestly doesn't think so. Kissing or no kissing, Snafu is his best friend, and he'd worry about leaving him alone here.

Fortunately, that's easier not to worry about right now, and he bites at Snaf's lip gently, almost playful.]

[If they'd left things like that, they probably never would've taken the roadtrip and Gene probably wouldn't have even seen this place. And Snaf wouldn't know what it was like to have someone else - someone who he cares about, who cares about him - in here with him. But they didn't. So here they are.

It's easier to just lose himself to the kiss, to the feel of Gene's lips against his, the feel of Gene's teeth tugging at his lip. Much easier. One hand comes up to the back of Gene's neck while his other slips under Gene's t-shirt to slide over the taut muscle of his stomach, to dig his thumb in a little at the edge of his hipbone. He deepens the kiss, maybe a little hungrily. He doesn't want to think or worry or anything, he just wants to be here with Gene's warm weight on him and their mouths pressed together, not worrying about anyone seeing, not distracted by nightmares or fear or discomfort.]

[That's easy enough to follow through on, because obviously there's no where else Gene would rather be. Maybe sometimes he's a little homesick, but mostly, he wants to stay right where he is, and probably would for as long as Snaf wanted him there.

(It's so lame to think, but honestly, Snaf's been as close to a home as he's had for most of the last two years. As much as he wants to go back to the house he grew up in and see his parents, it's hard to be in too much of a rush so long as they're both together.)

Gene shivers pleasantly as Snaf's hand sneaks up under his shirt, making a soft, pleased noise as his friend deepens the kiss. They've done this before, even if they've barely gone much farther, so he knows how to reciprocate without a beat of hesitation to make sure he's doing the right thing. He presses closer, kissing back just as hungrily, maybe even a little more, carefully trying to up the ante as his hand trails down Snafu's chest to the waistline of his pants, maybe a little too slowly.]

[Gene's hand drifting downwards sends a lazy spark of excitement glowing through him, building slowly but steadily as he matches the hunger in Gene's kiss. They haven't gotten much further than this, mainly because they're both kind of still fucked up in a lot of ways, still stuck in the desert or paranoid about getting caught, but that's all starting to seem unimportant, or like stuff that really shouldn't stop them going further if they want to, anyway. Don't they deserve that, after all the shit they've dealt with, over the last couple of years, after the last week or so, after every that happened today?

(Snaf's still not thinking about seeing his dad - trying not to, anyway - but the vague hollowness in him is still there, the sense of being lacking that he can't totally shake off. He wants to find a better version of himself in Gene's touch.)

He runs fingertips over Gene's ribs, kissing him deeply, then he pauses, withdrawing his hand from under his shirt so he can push him back a little by a shoulder, breaking the kiss... but only long enough so he can tug the t-shirt up and off over Gene's head with a grin on his face. Then it's right back to it, now with better access to Gene's bare skin.]

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[There's a fraction of a second where Gene isn't sure where Snaf's going with this when he pushes him back, but then his shirt's getting pulled off and Gene does his best to help wiggle out of it. He laughs, practically melting back into the kiss, hanging onto the other man a little tighter as Snaf resumes his exploration of Gene's skin and mouth.

Liquid warmth has started to pool in his gut and Gene shivers again, rucking up Snafu's shirt to give him better access to his warm skin. After a beat of hesitation, he sneaks the fingers of one hand beneath the waistband of Snaf's pants and boxers, brushing down and across his hipbone without warning too far. He's not sure what they're doing - he's maybe never been that sure, even if he also hasn't minded - or if this is okay, but right now, he thinks he wants more than just kissing or cautiously groping at each other so long as his friend does, too. And he thinks he does, honestly.]

[Snaf draws in a quick, pleased breath against Gene's mouth as his fingers skate lower, wandering over sensitive skin. There's part of him that almost doesn't believe he's here, part that feels like maybe this is a dream, too good to be true and all of that shit. It's kind of hard to hold on to the reality of it - that this is happening, that they lived for it to happen - even after travelling together, after those nights tangled up in each other's arms. But he wants this, absolutely, and wants to go further. Maybe as an apology, maybe as a confirmation of how he feels. There's a reckless desire growing in him and it doesn't even really matter what the reasons are, beyond that they both want to be here together. His hands brush down Gene's sides, feeling the muscle under his skin, both settling warm at his hips for a moment.

He sits up a bit more on the couch, feeling himself just starting to get hard, one arm sliding around Gene's waist. The other comes up to run over his friend's chest, flicking over his nipples then coming back to circle them, breaking away from Gene's mouth and pushing him back a little way so he can bow his head to trail lips and teeth and tongue down Gene's neck, licking and sucking - roughly, desperately, lovingly - at his skin.]

[Reckless desire is sort of a funny way to put it, considering they've got so much less to lose here than they had. Really, Gene's already half convinced himself that maybe this is something where forever's on the table, not just now or tonight or whatever else, and so he lets Snaf touch him or manhandle him however he wants. Closer, back, whatever, and he groans softly when Snaf's calloused fingers touch his nipples, and then maybe a little louder when he starts kissing his neck. He tilts his head to the side to give the other man better access to his skin and gasps again when his friend sucks a little more firmly at his skin.

He's half hard by now, too, and his pulse is racing pleasantly, speeding up as Snafu continues with his attention.]

Snaf- [It comes out breathy and maybe a beat too long, almost definitely a moan, and he digs his fingernails gently into the small of his friend's back, pulling him a little closer. Gene wants to kiss him again, too, but it's hard to pull away from this. He runs one hand up and down his back gently, trailing his short fingernails over Snaf's warm skin, and he wants to pull his shirt off, too, but that'd mean pushing him back and stopping the kissing, so one hand tangles itself in the fabric of the other man's t-shirt and just stays there, waiting.]

[The thing is they've got time. It doesn't have to be urgent or desperate or fast. It's hard to keep that in mind, hard to feel it or believe it, when mostly what they've had has been wanting more and not having time or privacy to make it happen. Snaf wants to take his time, though, wants to savour the feel of Gene's warm skin under his fingers, the way he shifts and clings, the way his name sounds in that moaning Alabama drawl. That hollowness in his chest, it's almost gone for the moment, obliterated by heat and desire.

Gene's fingers curl into his shirt and he nips at Gene's neck once harder before pulling reluctantly away enough so he can start shrugging his shirt up over his head himself. He grins when he sees the redness he left behind, skin kissed and bitten into a trail of almost-hickies. He lets Gene take over pulling his shirt off after a moment, warm calloused hands sliding back over his friend's skin.

After his shirt's dealt with, he cranes up for another proper kiss, slow and deep, mouth open, warm and wet. One hand comes up to curl possessively into Gene's hair while his other strokes slowly over his stomach, feeling the flutter of his muscles under his skin. He's mostly hard, desire curling and pooling in the pit of his stomach, sparking at every inadvertent brush of Gene's body against his cock, but they can take this slow. He wants to, wants it to be sweet and long and very, very different from any of the rare hurried fumbling they ever got to do in the goddamn desert. They've got time, now.]

[Gene blushes as he feels the firmness of Snafu's cock against him, flushing across his cheeks and down the pale skin of his chest. It's involuntary, obviously, and as he feels the heat rise in his cheeks, it kind of just gets worse thanks to embarrassment or shyness. Unknown territory is fine - this isn't the most dangerous, frightening thing they've ever done together, not by a long shot, and Gene knows he can handle it - but he doesn't like feeling unsure, or like he's back to just being another dumb boot who has to prove something to someone.

And he isn't, obviously. He doesn't have to prove anything to anyone anymore. But there's still that almost competitiveness in him, so he tries to ignore the excited flush of uncertainty and just laughs a little into the kiss.

He can feel his own erection starting to strain against his jeans, but because this doesn't need to be rushed, he's reluctant to pull away from this and do anything about it. They can take it slow and he wants to, wants to learn every inch of Snaf's body if he'll let him, but slow doesn't mean he doesn't want to press close, or that he wants to ignore Snafu's hand tugging at his hair while the other trails over his stomach. His hands trace over the lean muscles and solid bone of Snafu's back before settling at his hips again. Gene's thumbs dip below the waistband of his pants and boxers again, appreciating the warmth of Snaf's skin as he scoots forward so they're practically in each other's laps.]

[Gene's hands skate over his back, feeling like they're leaving trails of warmth as they go and Snafu's breath shakes a little as they come down to rest at his hips. A humming noise escapes him when they drift further, dipping beneath his pants, and the hand in Gene's hair tightens momentarily.

He can't get enough of Gene's pale skin, of the warmth of his body. His hand slides down from the bare skin of Gene's stomach to trace fingertips along the line of his waistband before going lower, rubbing his friend's erection through his jeans. A moment later, he brings it back up, untangling his fingers from Gene's hair to trace them both over Gene's chest, brushing his nipples, exploring the feel of his muscle under the skin, teasing him as he nips at his lower lip.

It's been a long time since he wanted anything like this with anyone else; Gene has been on his mind since before he'd ever kissed him, first as a casual thought, then as a daydream, then as a fantasy, when there was time for any of those things around the urgency of combat and the soul-sucking inevitability of death he'd believed in for so long. He can't fight it, couldn't even if he wanted to. And of course he doesn't. He slides his hands around to Gene's ass, squeezing, fingers digging in gently, pulling him closer. He wants this, wants Gene, just wants in a way that makes him feel like his blood is boiling hot inside his veins. It's not like he's inexperienced but it's never felt so big, so intense, as it does with him. Shifting his hips forward, he presses their cocks together more firmly through their clothes, grinding up a little and shivering pleasurably as he does, the kiss getting more heated, even if it's still slow and deep.]

[Snaf's hand slides down over his skin, and Gene lets out a surprised, shuddery gasp as he rubs at his erection through his jeans. It's almost over too fast, even if he likes the attention to his chest, groaning softly into the kiss as Snafu touches his nipples, and it takes him a lot not to immediately grind into him again, craving that attention, wanting to give in to that heat.

God, he's fantasized about this for so long. So long. It's almost surreal to be here and feeling this after so much time, surreal to think they're here at all, that this part isn't really the dream. Gene hadn't thought about it too much before he'd kissed Snafu, really, but afterward? He'd wanted this. Had tried not to, because they couldn't have done it back there, and then when they'd come home and he'd first crawled into bed with Snaf, it had just seemed easier to be close without pushing for anything.

Now, he's almost disappointed he didn't try to suggest this earlier. They've already had to wait so long for anything good, or anything close to this beyond those few kisses and gentle touches in Iraq.

So when Snafu grabs his ass, pulls him closer, grinds up into him, Gene presses back, whining into the kiss, acting purely on instinct and desire. This feels so much better than touching yourself, especially considering he's barely even done that in the years since shipping out. The few times he had, he'd thought about Snaf more often than he'd have ever admitted to over there, and might even be embarrassed to do now, and the fact that they're here, now, doing this-

God, he needs it. Wants it, can't believe Snaf almost just wandered out of his life like he wasn't ever there.

Gene rolls into the pressure wantonly, keening, wanting to go further but not certain how to ask for it. All he seems capable of is pressing himself desperately against Snafu, kissing him back eagerly, slipping his fingers further down under Snaf's clothes, and then he retreats, hesitating a beat as he pulls back just enough to ghost his fingers over the button and zipper of Snaf's pants, silently asking permission.]

[A sharp spark of need shivers up his spine as Gene's touch ghosts over his button and he gives permission wordlessly and eagerly with no hesitation, sliding his own fingers around to the fastening of his friend's jeans. He still doesn't know why or how he deserves this, how they both got out alive, how they ended up here; he's aching for it, can't resisting rolling his hips into Gene's, shuddering with the increased contact.

He fumbles blindly at the button as he deepens the kiss even further, biting at Gene's lips, sucking at him desperately. He can't get enough of the taste of him. It'd be easier to pause, get them both out of their pants without the urgent distracting heat of the kiss, of their skin pressing and sliding warmly together, but he can't bring himself to stop. Now that they've started this in earnest he feels like he never wants to stop, because so many things have gotten in their way before this and because he almost threw this all away like a goddamn moron. He wants this, is starting to even think that maybe this is all going to work out okay.

(He knows his friend hasn't had sex, that this is his first time with anyone, let alone a guy, and maybe that's part of why he hadn't pushed for this earlier, hadn't done anything more than kissing and heavy petting. He's still not sure it should be him here, kissing Gene, touching him, when he's so broken and fucked up, when he's done things and seen things that have to have left their mark on him, but it is him. He's here and he wants it and for whatever reason, Gene wants him.)

Button undone, he hesitates a moment before sliding Gene's zipper down, hands brushing more over his hard cock through the fabric as he does. It's so, so hard to resist just slipping his hands in under his friend's underwear, taking him in his hands, but he does, sliding his fingers back up, trailing the skin of his stomach, his hips, breaking the kiss to pant breathlessly against Gene's lips for a moment before shifting down to kiss his jaw, his neck, licking and nipping at his skin. Now that they're here, doing this, part of him just wants to work Gene into a frenzy.]

[It's a little awkward, fighting with the button and the zipper of Snaf's pants while they're still kissing and pressed right up against each other, but Gene doesn't move to put any space between them either. He manages to get the button of the other man's jeans undone before Snaf reaches to undo his zipper, and he lets out another muffled moan under the heated kissing as his friend's hand touches his cock again. Another one - almost disappointed this time - huffs out of him when Snafu's hand goes in the opposite direction of where he most wants it, but it gives him more room to undo Snaf's zipper, tugging at it as his friend breaks the kiss.

His lips already feel almost bruised, but it's a good feeling, just like the touch of Snafu's lips on his jaw, then his neck, and he lets out a needy, wordless noise when his friend nips at him, bringing a hand up to cup the back of his neck and hold him there. He likes this. He likes it a lot, and he absolutely doesn't want it to stop.]

Jesus, Snaf, [Gene gets out on something like a moan, tilting his head slightly to give him more room and rolling his hips into Snafu's again, craving all the sensation he can get from his, wanting more. Another blush works its way through him, or maybe he's just warm and excited, but his voice gets a little shy for a moment, half nervous.] Don't- Don't stop.

[Don't stop touching him, don't stop kissing his neck, kissing him, don't try to throw him out again. Please. He means all of it, and grinds down against Snaf's erection again, gasping and shuddering, panting for breath.

I need you, he almost says, meaning he needs this to continue and just needs him. He even gets as far as opening his mouth to say it, but Snafu's tongue glides over a particularly sensitive spot and it's lost to a soft, pleased gasp and another roll of his hips.]

[Snafu feels the words come rolling out of Gene's throat with that moaning quality to his voice, feels that noise through his mouth where he's still pressed right there against Gene's neck. Gene's hand slides to the back of his neck, pulls him even closer, and he's happy to oblige, nipping more forcefully. The tone of Gene's voice as he asks - begs - Snaf to continue goes right to his core and he groans, the noise coming out muffled against his friend's skin.

He bucks his hips up as Gene grinds down and has to gasp as the friction of the contact sends sparks bursting in his brain. He sucks at his skin, wanting him to squirm, wanting to mark him a little and show where he's been, breaking off and pulling back just a little to see the bruise he just made, taking the opportunity to gasp out a reassurance.]

Not gonna, don't worry. [The next words come out mumbled against Gene's skin as he bends back to kiss the bruise, punctuated by another roll of his hips.] Jesus, you make me so fuckin' hard.

[He dips down, pushing Gene back a little so he has room to do it, trailing his lips down to his chest as his hands roam his skin above the belt. He wants him to feel good, wants to give him everything. Grinding his hips up again, he flicks his tongue over Gene's nipple, sucking at it gently until it stiffens and peaks, grazing it just a fraction with his teeth, not enough to be painful, just another scrape of sensation to add to Gene's already oversensitised body. He pulls back a little, pausing before shifting to give his other nipple the same treatment just long enough to murmur:]

Tell me what you want.

[Gene does squirm as Snaf makes the bruise, and God, it feels really good. Really good, more than he thought it would be, and it doesn't bother him that there's a mark and people are going to see it. If anything, that thought's even more arousing because it's proof that this is happening, did happen, and he lets out another desperate gasp as Snafu kisses him, rolls into him, says those words and fuck, he's wanted this for so long. So long.

It's almost overwhelming, all the attention he's receiving, and again he wants to reciprocate, but it's too hard to push back or pull away. One hand comes up to curl itself in Snafu's hair as he ducks down and Gene grinds blindly against him until he latches onto his nipple and oh, fuck, Shelton you're going to be the death of him. He lets out a soft whine, panting softly for breath, prepping himself for more when Snaf asks his question.

What does he want?]

You, [He gasps out immediately, entirely without thinking about it. It's breathy and honest, and is quickly followed by an embarrassed, equally breathy laugh, because as true as that is, he didn't mean to sound so needy and vague, and he doesn't really know, honestly. He's never done this before, and all he's really certain of is that he doesn't want Snaf to stop and he wants to get off at some point. Gene doesn't much care how it happens so long as Snafu's okay with it, too.]

Fuck, I don't know, I just- [Gene laughs again, breathless and overwhelmed and so, so fucking happy this is finally happening, but also without any real concrete idea of where to go next.] Whatever you want, I don't care. Just don't stop.

[Honestly, Snaf feels like the noises Gene's letting out - those whimpers and whines, the gasps and moans - might be turning him on more than any porn he's ever seen. He could get himself off easily, just listening to him. Maybe it's the fact that he knows Gene so well, has seen him in so many different moods and under all sorts of different pressure, and feeling him overwhelmed and needy under Snaf's fingers and his mouth is still unfamiliar. Maybe it's because he's been jerking himself off to the idea of this for months and it's finally happening. Maybe it's just that it's different with someone you really care about. He can't help a low, pleased laugh of his own when Gene says that first word, even if it's vague and needy (maybe because it is) and the way it comes out so easily and immediately goes right to his core in a way that's much more love than lust.

Gene says the rest and Snaf huffs out another laugh against his chest, not answering in words because all he really wants to say is okay, anything, sure, anything as long as Gene feels good, just leaning back down to tease Gene's other nipple to a hard nub, hands sliding around to the other man's ass again. With Gene's button and zip gaping open, there's enough room for Snaf to wriggle his hands in under his friend's jeans, stroking and squeezing his skin, pulling them together more sharply, pressing up against him in a prolonged grind.

He's so hard, almost painfully so, and part of him's wondering how far they should go, what they should do, what Gene's going to be okay with. Whatever you want, Gene said and Snaf's got images running through his head of sucking his friend off, rubbing against him until they both come hard, Gene's cock in his ass, even, and he wants it, wants all of it. His breath comes out hot and shuddery and he kisses back up Gene's chest and neck, finds his mouth again, kissing him deeply and urgently. He bites at his lips as finally one of his hands slides back around to slip into the front of Gene's pants, caressing him through his underwear.]

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