whiskey, smoke and aces high

bandcamp

A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else

Whereas some (naive though it might be) considered sex to be the height of intimacy, Remi knew that it wasn't so. Real intimacy bloomed in those moments where you could simply pause time and just take notice. For instance, Remi couldn't simply pause whatever YouTube they were watching to brush his fingers across the mechanic's knuckles and tell him how attractive he thought his hands were. Even now his ability to let his fingers splay across the other man's body felt like it was growing less and less appropriate by the heartbeat. They'd gone from fucking to hanging out and fucking, but still they weren't at the damn you look handsome in this light or brushing hair out of eyes stage yet.

"Yeah. That would be nice." Remi agrees, his smile audible even if his lips were still hidden behind Hallway's shoulder. Carefully shifting his hips back (he was going to need to teach Ronin how to douche), Remi swings his legs off the bed, shuffling a bit toward the bathroom as his dying erection flopped happily up and down with each step.

Adjusting the water with meticulous precision, Remi grabs an extra towel for Hallway before stepping in. All of his soaps and things were in small bars instead of bottles, but it wasn't any of that Irish Spring crap. It was all holistic and homemade, with bits of lemongrass and god knew what else. Remi's stylist would have thrown a fit if she knew, but Remi would risk that over Vai's ire. "Any good?" He asks of the sex as the water squashes his curls down and waters the plants on his arms.

we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!