"So it can find its own way home?" he pressed, releasing then gripping the hair harder between his fingers, urging Desmond to look up. "And you don't really need to be sitting in that chair, yes?"
"I need..." His voice had gotten more gravelly but he didn't dare clear his throat, as if the unwelcome sound would break some kind of spell between them. Dudley stared down at the other man and tried to rein in on the insane urge to simply haul him up and return to the embrace they'd had interrupted earlier. It was more than he had the right to--but wasn't that the point?
All of this, Desmond, the ride, the offer of pizza...all of it was more than he should be lucky enough to have. Gifts, each one, until things proved otherwise. Maybe this time when things proved otherwise, it wouldn't hurt so badly.
Right.
The shadow that rode his thoughts threatened to turn his mood from simply pent-up and frustrated to something that would lash out in its pain. It had no place here as he sure as fuck wouldn't hurt Desmond. Not now, not even if--when--the other man decided that he had an ulterior motive that would hurt him. Dudley just didn't roll that way, would lick his wounds in private, put the betrayal and his energy to use at work. Wherever that might be, because Skybux probably wouldn't keep him if he got more churlish with customers than he already was.
Friday would. But to work for Friday...He swallowed hard.
Dudley thought about letting go, walking away, pacing the cargo hold at the very least. None of those things would ruin their night. None of those things would bring him closer to Desmond. But that was the safe play, wouldn't risk rejection, wouldn't risk anything at all. And the reward wasn't there. He'd still be keyed up by the time they landed, and there was no telling what would happen to his thoughts if they were left unchecked. Stopping now wouldn't bring Desmond's lips against his own, wouldn't fill his head with more than dark fantasies and hopeless scenarios.
Needing to shake off the weight of his choices, needing to put his energy to harder use before it turned on him, Dudley tugged lightly on Desmond's hair. "There was only one good thing about today, Desmond," he said, "and if I remember right, we were rudely fucking interrupted." Another tug. "Come here."
"I need..." His voice had gotten more gravelly but he didn't dare clear his throat, as if the unwelcome sound would break some kind of spell between them. Dudley stared down at the other man and tried to rein in on the insane urge to simply haul him up and return to the embrace they'd had interrupted earlier. It was more than he had the right to--but wasn't that the point?
All of this, Desmond, the ride, the offer of pizza...all of it was more than he should be lucky enough to have. Gifts, each one, until things proved otherwise. Maybe this time when things proved otherwise, it wouldn't hurt so badly.
Right.
The shadow that rode his thoughts threatened to turn his mood from simply pent-up and frustrated to something that would lash out in its pain. It had no place here as he sure as fuck wouldn't hurt Desmond. Not now, not even if--when--the other man decided that he had an ulterior motive that would hurt him. Dudley just didn't roll that way, would lick his wounds in private, put the betrayal and his energy to use at work. Wherever that might be, because Skybux probably wouldn't keep him if he got more churlish with customers than he already was.
Friday would. But to work for Friday...He swallowed hard.
Dudley thought about letting go, walking away, pacing the cargo hold at the very least. None of those things would ruin their night. None of those things would bring him closer to Desmond. But that was the safe play, wouldn't risk rejection, wouldn't risk anything at all. And the reward wasn't there. He'd still be keyed up by the time they landed, and there was no telling what would happen to his thoughts if they were left unchecked. Stopping now wouldn't bring Desmond's lips against his own, wouldn't fill his head with more than dark fantasies and hopeless scenarios.
Needing to shake off the weight of his choices, needing to put his energy to harder use before it turned on him, Dudley tugged lightly on Desmond's hair. "There was only one good thing about today, Desmond," he said, "and if I remember right, we were rudely fucking interrupted." Another tug. "Come here."
Dreams come in a size too big so we can grow into them.
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