Maybe later he would be able to pretend that this wasn’t what he wanted. But – watching Cash close the distance between them, like Theo hadn’t created it purely to see if he would – he couldn’t disguise it in the moment.
Now Cash was too close, and touching him again with the same deliberate intention.
Theo could feel his heartbeat racing fiercely enough for the both of them. “Don’t,” he said, and until that moment he had still been half-convinced he was better than this. His voice cracked, and he pitched forwards with a rising sense of desperation. “Don’t stop.”
He stepped nearer, wanting more: wanting to sink deeper into Cash’s touch and have the sensation escalate. With one hand, he was still working on wresting off his shirt, more because he was too hot under the collar and tight in his trousers already than because they needed any more stimulation than the barest ghosting touch alone – but Theo was too hungry for the overwhelming rush of it to slow down. So at the same time he reached out to drag his other hand from the base of Cash’s neck down over his body, insubstantial illusion though it was.
And even if this was a bad idea, entirely fucked up, even if it was the worst idea in the world – it was a relief to think that maybe Cash still wanted him too.
(So much for his principles, which had evidently flown out of the window. Probably at about the moment Cash had floated in.)
Now Cash was too close, and touching him again with the same deliberate intention.
Theo could feel his heartbeat racing fiercely enough for the both of them. “Don’t,” he said, and until that moment he had still been half-convinced he was better than this. His voice cracked, and he pitched forwards with a rising sense of desperation. “Don’t stop.”
He stepped nearer, wanting more: wanting to sink deeper into Cash’s touch and have the sensation escalate. With one hand, he was still working on wresting off his shirt, more because he was too hot under the collar and tight in his trousers already than because they needed any more stimulation than the barest ghosting touch alone – but Theo was too hungry for the overwhelming rush of it to slow down. So at the same time he reached out to drag his other hand from the base of Cash’s neck down over his body, insubstantial illusion though it was.
And even if this was a bad idea, entirely fucked up, even if it was the worst idea in the world – it was a relief to think that maybe Cash still wanted him too.
(So much for his principles, which had evidently flown out of the window. Probably at about the moment Cash had floated in.)
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