[ Something in Grey settles when Drew nods. It's been a long time, for him. He hasn't done this since he got here, and there had been a part of him that feared rejection the way he never did when he was on the Train.
But Drew hadn't done that. Drew is everything he'd seemed before; smiling, warm, happy. How is he always so happy? That's the image of him that Grey carries, the one he imagines when he's far away. He nods, in return, and then he closes that distance again.
It sends heat shooting through his body, heat the fuels his hands to move over Drew's neck and shoulders, and splay across his chest. His eyes slide closed and he presses closer, flicking an experimental tongue against Drew's lower lip. At the same time his hips move closer, so that he balances himself on the very edge of the counter with Drew's body holding him up. ]
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But Drew hadn't done that. Drew is everything he'd seemed before; smiling, warm, happy. How is he always so happy? That's the image of him that Grey carries, the one he imagines when he's far away. He nods, in return, and then he closes that distance again.
It sends heat shooting through his body, heat the fuels his hands to move over Drew's neck and shoulders, and splay across his chest. His eyes slide closed and he presses closer, flicking an experimental tongue against Drew's lower lip. At the same time his hips move closer, so that he balances himself on the very edge of the counter with Drew's body holding him up. ]