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witticasterOh, the shaaaame. Continued on from one of Pelly's, is probably much more understandable if you've read that one.
"I haven't even gotten dressed yet, you bastards!" John shouted through the closed door.
That was enough to give Will pause, and to draw his hand away from Tharkay's boxers. "We cannot send him into the cold undressed," Will said, in answer to Tharkay's disappointed groan.
"We very easily could," Tharkay said thickly. He ran his fingertips over Will's chest, ending at the elastic of his pyjama pants, tugging him closer.
Rallying all his ability to resist, Will shook his head--and tried to suppress a small gasp when Tharkay slid a few tempting fingers below his waistband. "Two minutes, and I promise--promise," and this time, his words disappeared in a sharp inhalation as Tharkay's hand found him.
"This is--not sporting--" Will managed, but his resolution wavered sharply at Tharkay's touch. Exceedingly unsporting, to stroke him like that--and there was John pounding at the door. With great effort, Will took Tharkay by the wrist and pulled his hand away, repeating a pained, "Two minutes."
He went to shrug on his dressing gown first, and wrap it about himself; John had suffered enough without bearing witness to exactly how hard Will had found it to let him back in. From the bed, Tharkay pouted--or came as close as he ever might, at least--and drew the blankets close around himself. Will very carefully did not glance back at him, for fear he might lose his resolve, and opened the bedroom door.
John barreled in in a t-shirt and boxer shorts, one hand shielding his eyes from any possible debauchery happening on Will's end of the room. "I shan't look at you, you shan't look at me, and I'll be out of your hair in a minute flat," he vowed, rooting around in his dresser for clothes.
Will resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Everyone in here is perfectly decent, John." He pretended to take a great interest in the carpeting all the same, for turning his back entire would bring him face to face with Tharkay, and Will imagined he would be feeling prone to mischief if John stayed for much more than a few seconds.
They normally did not pay much attention to who was currently naked around whom, so comfortable was Will and John's friendship at this point, but given the circumstances, it was a relief to hear John say, "There, I'll be back tonight. Please promise me you'll be done with your shagfest by then."
"We'll do our best," Tharkay said dryly. Will was glad he'd answered, as he was unsure he could bring himself to say anything at all; John's comment made him newly aware of precisely how awkward it was to have one's best mate and an erection together in the same room.
John shut the bedroom door behind him as he left, and Will very nearly ran back to the bed, shedding his dressing gown as he went.
"I haven't even gotten dressed yet, you bastards!" John shouted through the closed door.
That was enough to give Will pause, and to draw his hand away from Tharkay's boxers. "We cannot send him into the cold undressed," Will said, in answer to Tharkay's disappointed groan.
"We very easily could," Tharkay said thickly. He ran his fingertips over Will's chest, ending at the elastic of his pyjama pants, tugging him closer.
Rallying all his ability to resist, Will shook his head--and tried to suppress a small gasp when Tharkay slid a few tempting fingers below his waistband. "Two minutes, and I promise--promise," and this time, his words disappeared in a sharp inhalation as Tharkay's hand found him.
"This is--not sporting--" Will managed, but his resolution wavered sharply at Tharkay's touch. Exceedingly unsporting, to stroke him like that--and there was John pounding at the door. With great effort, Will took Tharkay by the wrist and pulled his hand away, repeating a pained, "Two minutes."
He went to shrug on his dressing gown first, and wrap it about himself; John had suffered enough without bearing witness to exactly how hard Will had found it to let him back in. From the bed, Tharkay pouted--or came as close as he ever might, at least--and drew the blankets close around himself. Will very carefully did not glance back at him, for fear he might lose his resolve, and opened the bedroom door.
John barreled in in a t-shirt and boxer shorts, one hand shielding his eyes from any possible debauchery happening on Will's end of the room. "I shan't look at you, you shan't look at me, and I'll be out of your hair in a minute flat," he vowed, rooting around in his dresser for clothes.
Will resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Everyone in here is perfectly decent, John." He pretended to take a great interest in the carpeting all the same, for turning his back entire would bring him face to face with Tharkay, and Will imagined he would be feeling prone to mischief if John stayed for much more than a few seconds.
They normally did not pay much attention to who was currently naked around whom, so comfortable was Will and John's friendship at this point, but given the circumstances, it was a relief to hear John say, "There, I'll be back tonight. Please promise me you'll be done with your shagfest by then."
"We'll do our best," Tharkay said dryly. Will was glad he'd answered, as he was unsure he could bring himself to say anything at all; John's comment made him newly aware of precisely how awkward it was to have one's best mate and an erection together in the same room.
John shut the bedroom door behind him as he left, and Will very nearly ran back to the bed, shedding his dressing gown as he went.
