What are Dave's thoughts about Trevor being seemingly more open and proactive towards adult fun, when he kidnapped him to Alaska, versus when they meet normaly in London.
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“Carry me to the shower,” Trevor said.
And Dave was delighted, being able to hold him up under his knees and under his armpits. The younger man wrapped his arm around his neck and even caressed his throat. All pliant and unresisting.
His hands twitched to grab tighter. Which he realized he… could. There was none of the usual wriggling to get out of his hold.
Pulling him closer and into a deepening kiss was entirely possible and on the table. Trevor pulled himself closer and bit Dave’s lip. He wanted to crowd him into the wall and do whatever came to mind. And he might have let him, too.
With a feeling of elation, he helped him undress and got to touch and kiss and bite and use his mouth on him and there was no resistance whatsoever. There was more resistance to leaving the shower due to the cold than any of the usual reluctance.
It felt great to dress him up in clothes he could provide for him and get his hands on the edges to pull them right or just him a little bit closer. Hum into his soft skin with full permission. He might not get his hands off him if it was always like that…
‘Because of the cold’, he says, when his teeth found a nice place to nibble on his shoulder. He needs to stay warm.
After he chased off the thought of lowering every single one of his thermostats, he got it back into his head that this was… a bit worrisome. Cold… should not be the reason for… any kind of intimacy. Not that early in the relationship he wants to have with him.
Reluctantly, he added a pullover – it hugged his waist and he ran his hands over his body until Trevor looked at him with judgement in his eye.
It was so odd. Usually he was not wrong in what people were okay with or wanted. Not so in this case. It certainly was a new experience. Not one he particularly cared for… yet he could not care too much when it meant he still got to touch him.
And apparently… still more. Even fully packaged in a jacket, looking over the landscape. Nipping at his ears. He certainly was more free with the displays of affection. Even with the villagers walking in and out of his house… he should tell them to dress more modestly now.
When Trevor actually asked for a blunt… and a sauna visit after… he definitely needed to cut down on the physical affection, since… yeah, Trevor was not fully aware what he was saying and doing, so…
He did not WANT to exert this amount of self-control, but damn. Just looking… had some advantages as well. He so rarely got to do that with other people, since his hands were so good at ‘looking’.
He won’t do anything to his body. Not risking it. Treating his munchies was a good thing, though. The villagers cooked well. It was nice seeing him munch other food in a casual environment. Seeing him relaxed and not nervous or performing or judgmental was… surprisingly pleasant.
Since the judgment had it’s own, thrilling pleasure, especially when it could be kissed off his brow or lips or bitten off his shoulders, replaced by a still-surprised gasp. He did not seem to be used to it, not even after months.
He did not care anymore for his own derpy grin. It… might get judged again.
