There was a vague note of unease in the back of Cash's brain, a high-strung adrenaline kick of feeling that projected danger, and he was trying to smother it out with physical touch. With Gallivan's hand curled around his side and the physical response Cash's body was having to him, it was easy to convince himself that the adrenaline was pleasurable, that the danger was appealing, that the offbeat kickdrum rhythm of his heart was just because of the sponsor.
And okay, he wanted Gallivan to make that sound again. Getting Gallivan to make that sound again seemed suddenly the most important thing, here — Cash could sink himself into it and forget everything else that was going on in his head. He traced his hand over Gallivan's side, under his jacket, gentle, and pressed another kiss to the base of the sponsor's jaw.
Don't think about it, this was all fine if he lost himself in it, and Gallivan was making it spectacularly easy for Cash to do just that.
And okay, he wanted Gallivan to make that sound again. Getting Gallivan to make that sound again seemed suddenly the most important thing, here — Cash could sink himself into it and forget everything else that was going on in his head. He traced his hand over Gallivan's side, under his jacket, gentle, and pressed another kiss to the base of the sponsor's jaw.
Don't think about it, this was all fine if he lost himself in it, and Gallivan was making it spectacularly easy for Cash to do just that.
MJ made this!