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[giftedthom]

The weather's getting better, you know? Thom sits by the shore of the lake, barefoot, looking thoughtful. No telling how long he's been out here.

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[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

"I will take you as long as you can stay." Dark eyes, dark eyes watching. Searching for Thom's own.

Santino's hand, against Thom's body, slowly rose upwards to Thom's exposed neck. Soft touch, caress while leaving enough lacking to instill desire. Fingers moving upwards into Thom's hair, curling there for a momentary act of affection. Fingers then against Thom's cheek, tracing the line of his jaw. Kiss against the other, brush of teeth that Thom knew the function of quite well by now.

"I could take you."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Thom is almost completely still, except for the way his fingertips dig into the fabric of Santino's shirt, the quick nervous slide of his throat as he swallows.

At last, "When?"

[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

Lips against Thom's flesh. "As soon as possible." And now his lips have strayed, down the crux of Thom's neck and shoulder. "When I next see you."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

He shivers; puts his other arm about Santino.

"Okay."

He nods in the direction of the bar, eyes dark and questioning: Shall we -- ?

[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

Santino's fingers holding Thom's clothes, standing and pulling Thom into what was too rough to be a kiss.

"Let's head in."

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Thom says again, and, breathing just a little faster, he lets Santino tow him away.