Ford was relieved that Ty didn't insist on helping him take off the shirt buttons. Tycho touching him or kissing him he thought he could handle; ironically, it felt less intimate than letting Ty undress him. Then, just when he thought he was safe, Ty started reciting poetry to him. Ford melted. He didn't want to melt. This was dangerous.
Ford wanted to know if Ty had written it for him, but knew he wouldn't be able to bear the answer. Instead of asking, he turned around to kiss Ty fully. He couldn't recite poetry if his mouth was otherwise occupied. Ford put his hands on both sides of Tycho's face and kept kissing him until he'd come up with something clever enough and casual enough to say in response.
"I think you've got an extra syllable on your third line," he teased lightly when he broke away.
Ford wanted to know if Ty had written it for him, but knew he wouldn't be able to bear the answer. Instead of asking, he turned around to kiss Ty fully. He couldn't recite poetry if his mouth was otherwise occupied. Ford put his hands on both sides of Tycho's face and kept kissing him until he'd come up with something clever enough and casual enough to say in response.
"I think you've got an extra syllable on your third line," he teased lightly when he broke away.
Set by Lady!