[ Felix isn't experienced in awkward moments after sex. The great thing about not caring about the people he fucks is the ease of the one-night stand. Not seeing his partners again means that there isn't any unhappiness to deal with over his leaving immediately after the deed gets done. And he's always done that. There's never been a reason to hang around. All anyone's ever been to him is a distraction.
But Locus is different. Leaving isn't an option; even if it would be easier than dealing with the fallout, he doesn't want to do that. He wants to stay. Because once isn't enough. The tiny part of him that's always wondered if he'd lose interest in Locus once he got him has gotten its answer: there is no enough. Despite how awkward it is and how he can't be sure what Locus thinks of the whole thing, there's never going to be enough. It's like an addiction, it's under his skin and in his blood, a constant demand for more.
The touch surprises him. The kiss even more so, though Felix doesn't hesitate to return it. Frankly, he'd like it to last longer and very nearly whines in irritation when Locus pulls back. But he's got a point, the hot water won't last forever and Felix is kind of cold, and it won't do to be pushy. ]
Yeah, okay.
[ He angles himself into the spray of water, and really, if they're going to do shit like this, they need a bigger bathroom. Propose larger house, he tells himself as he takes the soap, lathers up his hands, and gets to washing. It's quick and efficient, just like he's back in the army, and maybe it's a waste of an opportunity but again he's trying not to be pushy. And Locus deserves a little peace to enjoy the post-orgasmic haze, no matter how much he wants to yammer at him. ]
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But Locus is different. Leaving isn't an option; even if it would be easier than dealing with the fallout, he doesn't want to do that. He wants to stay. Because once isn't enough. The tiny part of him that's always wondered if he'd lose interest in Locus once he got him has gotten its answer: there is no enough. Despite how awkward it is and how he can't be sure what Locus thinks of the whole thing, there's never going to be enough. It's like an addiction, it's under his skin and in his blood, a constant demand for more.
The touch surprises him. The kiss even more so, though Felix doesn't hesitate to return it. Frankly, he'd like it to last longer and very nearly whines in irritation when Locus pulls back. But he's got a point, the hot water won't last forever and Felix is kind of cold, and it won't do to be pushy. ]
Yeah, okay.
[ He angles himself into the spray of water, and really, if they're going to do shit like this, they need a bigger bathroom. Propose larger house, he tells himself as he takes the soap, lathers up his hands, and gets to washing. It's quick and efficient, just like he's back in the army, and maybe it's a waste of an opportunity but again he's trying not to be pushy. And Locus deserves a little peace to enjoy the post-orgasmic haze, no matter how much he wants to yammer at him. ]