[Clive was well past embarrassment of what people saw of him tonight. His focus couldn't be pulled from the very pressing distraction of a man behind him. On a different night, things may have been different, but not tonight. Tonight, his body burned, and there was nothing about Barnabas Tharmr that was doing anything to douse those flames.
It had been some time since Clive had someone pressed so firmly against him that his body was not hiding its secrets. Nor, he could feel, was Barnabas’. Clive’s heart beat wildly, hard enough that he wondered if Barnabas could feel it on his chest.
And as much as he hated that damned name, the way Barnabas said it made him want to rip it out of his mouth in a way that was far less familiar than usual.
For a moment, he is grateful for the flash of pain from the renewed twisting and being shoved back against the wall. It gives his mind the briefest moment of reprieve, even when his body is so acutely aware of every inch of a man he arguably should not desire even remotely.
When Barnabas’ words wash over him, another pulse of warmth runs through him. At the release of pressure, Clive whips around and presses a hand flat against Barnabas’ chest, cobalt eyes alight. He could feel the sparks of flames just under his skin, and he felt like he could combust.]
Don’t disappoint me.
[He leans in.]
And make sure not to make promises you can’t keep.
[With a final shove to his chest, Clive pushes away from temptation. He gives the other man one more slow, torturous look over before turning away towards the hotel and the stairs that will lead him to his room.]
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It had been some time since Clive had someone pressed so firmly against him that his body was not hiding its secrets. Nor, he could feel, was Barnabas’. Clive’s heart beat wildly, hard enough that he wondered if Barnabas could feel it on his chest.
And as much as he hated that damned name, the way Barnabas said it made him want to rip it out of his mouth in a way that was far less familiar than usual.
For a moment, he is grateful for the flash of pain from the renewed twisting and being shoved back against the wall. It gives his mind the briefest moment of reprieve, even when his body is so acutely aware of every inch of a man he arguably should not desire even remotely.
When Barnabas’ words wash over him, another pulse of warmth runs through him. At the release of pressure, Clive whips around and presses a hand flat against Barnabas’ chest, cobalt eyes alight. He could feel the sparks of flames just under his skin, and he felt like he could combust.]
Don’t disappoint me.
[He leans in.]
And make sure not to make promises you can’t keep.
[With a final shove to his chest, Clive pushes away from temptation. He gives the other man one more slow, torturous look over before turning away towards the hotel and the stairs that will lead him to his room.]
Good night, Barnabas.