The Fooling Around Meme

[swatpenguin]

Somewhere further than making out yet not quite going all the way, "fooling around" is a time honored tradition. It's easy, low-pressure, and there are no real parameters - above the clothes or not. Sound good? Maybe you're young and want to try but not commit to anything too carnal. Similarly, you could want to explore somebody's, well, body because they're so different than you. There's also the possibility that you want to make them happy or see how they react to feeling beyond great. Could it be that you're a tease, even?

Or you could just be bored. There's nothing on TV, anyway.

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[voiceinthephone]

Phil wasted no time in pulling Jeremy into a breath-stealing kiss, while his hands explored his lover's back and pants. The conflicting sensation of hesitation and thrill drove him to push his employee against the table, not too hard in case of any injury. He couldn't find ways to stop himself once he felt the urges rise, and even less when it was reciprocated.

The apron tossed aside, Phil had more liberty to unbutton the shirt with one hand and nip along the now exposed skin while the other hooked Jeremy's leg along his hips. "God, you're everything good in this world..." he whispered with a heady voice.

[leiche]

It's such a quick reaction after admitting his desires that Jeremy almost feels whiplash as he's pulled in close for that kiss. He still wonders how he could have such an effect on this man, and his doubts and fears are always in the back of his mind coming up with reasons why that could be the case, none of them particularly positive. But it's hard to listen to those worries when Phil seems fully intent on ravishing him in the middle of the lobby, and he can't even think straight enough to ask if Phil locked the door when he arrived.

Everything happens so fast, from his apron being dropped to the floor to his back hitting the table behind him, and at some point he'd dropped the broom as well but he can't recall when exactly he let go in order to wrap his arms around Phil to hold on tight. Already he's embarrassingly whimpery, flushed red and heart racing, and Phil's not helping with his roaming hands and sweet words. It's all Jeremy can do to hold on, adjust his position to be properly sitting on the table so his other leg can hike up around Phil's hip, bringing him even closer against him.

[voiceinthephone]

Phil was eager, energetic, and when he was acting on an urge, he did not wait. He ravaged Jeremy's neck with kisses, wanting to hear those wonderful sounds the man made without fail. Hell, he could go forth and fuck Fitzgerald senseless, make him scream. But first, he wanted to torture his employee, grinding against him with their clothes. He was already halfway hard, what's a preview to come be but helping him further into their rough playtime?

Gray whispered an "I love you" into Jeremy's ear before nibbling on it and taking off his shirt when he could. He could do so much to his lover, everything under the sun if he willed it, or wished it...

"I suspect I'm addicted to you," he added, grinning against flushed skin.

[leiche]

Did he hear that right? He probably didn't hear that right. It's all a rush and flurry of emotions, high drive and passion, he must've just imagined some words had slipped past Phil's lips in all the daze of heat and emotion. Maybe he was just pretending to hear words he wanted to hear, but that thought was a selfish thought and he dare not voice it. What would Phil think, if his employee and subordinate was harbouring a crush, feelings only made stronger and the situation worse with every touch and every kiss they shared?

Nah, he was hearing things. His imagination was running wild. That was all it was. And Phil was just riling him up, just to make him whimper and moan and tremble in his grip.

"Is-- is that a b-bad thing?" Jeremy answers softly, still unable to keep from shyness when his shirt's removed and discarded to the floor. He glances quickly towards the bakery's front entrance, wary of leering eyes, but when there's none to be found his confidence begins to return and his hands reach for Phil's belt. "Because-- I-I wouldn't m-mind ..."

[voiceinthephone]

As much as Phil enjoyed getting Jeremy hot and bothered, he was sincere in his affections.

"It shouldn't be, not if I want only you," the voice, once jovial, now had a driven undertone, doing a poor job of masking just how much Gray needed this release. His words were borderline blasphemous for their jobs in Eros, they couldn't be monogamous. But as Fitzgerald undid his boss' belt, Phil remembered to shut the windows with a wordless snap of his fingers. Mr. Roberts & Sons Sound-proof Blinds, one snap or your money back. The baker wanted Jeremy all to himself, wicked hands already playing with what hid under his underwear.

"It's you I think about when I'm away," he murmured, being unkind by dragging his lips down from the exposed chest, to the stomach and landing right on top of his prize. He gave it a few tentative kisses, hoping Jeremy would scream...he can feel himself grow impatient.

"How much do you want me?"