He had not expected to end up on the floor with Gallivan today, but Cash was very determinedly not thinking about his expectations or his feelings or anything that could have taken away from the physical feeling of Gallivan's hand skating across his collarbone, of Gallivan's fingers tangled in the fabric of Cash's shirt. And talking to Gallivan had always been an odd sort of relief - he never had to pretend to be okay when it was just him and the sponsor, he could be as maudlin as he wanted - but shit, they should have been doing this the whole time, talking was nothing compared to just being near another person, touching another person.
He brought one hand around to Gallivan's shoulder blades, palm splayed against the back of the other man's jacket. The longer they were kissing the less Cash was thinking about it in a clinical way — less what would make this kiss feel good? and more this is good and closer and wordless flashes of impulse. He used his hand on Gallivan's arm to tug him, closer, he wanted to touch him more. Cash broke away from their kiss, but just so that he could press an open-mouthed kiss to Gallivan's neck.
He brought one hand around to Gallivan's shoulder blades, palm splayed against the back of the other man's jacket. The longer they were kissing the less Cash was thinking about it in a clinical way — less what would make this kiss feel good? and more this is good and closer and wordless flashes of impulse. He used his hand on Gallivan's arm to tug him, closer, he wanted to touch him more. Cash broke away from their kiss, but just so that he could press an open-mouthed kiss to Gallivan's neck.
MJ made this!