bez near forgets they’re out in the open, vulnerable to judgin’ eyes –– he’s not one to really think ‘bout the complications of offendin’ jesus lord ‘n savior or whatever the hell. pressed back against this wall, his mind careens down one track, and one track only. his hands travel down, down, down, slidin’ into xander’s back pockets to pull him just a lil’ closer. just ‘cause he can.
their lips part and bez is left red-cheeked, rosy-lipped, wanting. it takes him a second to register the newfound space, their restored status as individuals. ‘cause when he’s kissin’ xander, it’s like… it’s like their vertebrae learn how to walk together, like their bodies grow permeable and they can leap into one another’s skin. bez’s tongue darts across his bottom lip, and just that makes him smile –– still tastin’ xander fresh, right there.
“ huh ? ” bez blinks through mental fog, gazin’ up at xander like he’s just awoken from a thousand-year sleep and he’s been blessed by the most stunning sunrise. “ oh –– ohhhhhh ! ” and now he’s recovered.
( those eyes make even bez holmes miss a beat. )
“ betcha we could fill a whole dictionary with these things. ” any other time, bez might make a dick joke. but right now, his mind’s quiet. satiated. serene. “ have you talkin’ like the next fuckin’ shakespeare soon enough. ”
a pause. a breath. one of bez’s hands trails out of xander’s pocket to trace random patterns along his lower back. maybe letters in cursive. maybe b-e-z-b-e-z-b-e-z spelled out across time.
“ fair is foul, and foul is fair: hey, don’t put that laundry there, ” he murmurs; poetry, lips barely moving, pupils dilated, reverence sweet on his tongue. like he wrote it himself. like he’s got the bard’s verse down. pat.
xander wasn’t one to put his relationship on display, open and unfolded for all the world to see --- but when he touched, kissed, breathed bez in, all he wanted was him. his concerns fly out the window and only one thought remained within a hollow mind. him.
their lips part and bez’s first instinct is to breathe, but xander trails his lips down the other’s jaw, soft kisses and gentle love bites peppered across the exposed skin. fingers sliding through his belt loops as he attempted a series of tugs, trying any angle possible to pull him closer. teeth drag across his collarbones as the other goes to speak.
a raspy chuckle hums against bez’s skin, finally pulling back to gaze into breathtaking blue eyes. they always caught him off guard, even at that first meeting. he had lost himself in his eyes and damn near left without the money. “ ahh, a sexy vocab book. perfect. i say, why don’t we head back to your place and get started ? “ teeth poke out to bite on his bottom lip, brows wiggling as his hands drop down to give him a good squeeze on his hips.
