Grant sat down on the edge of the bed, curiously looking up at Joey. Hands folded in his lap, leaning back a little to see his tall lover's face, wide eyes trying to figure out what he was planning.
Oh, he knew that look in those beautiful black eyes.
A blush dusted his cheeks. "What are you thinking about, darling?" he softly asked. Joey didn't answer right away, instead slowly bending down, then deciding to sit on the bed too to bridge the gap of their height difference. "Oh, you know..." he leaned closer, putting his hands on the matress to both sides of the smaller man's hips.
"Do I now?"
"Mmhm..."
He watched him lean closer and closer, dark eyes half lidden, never looking away from his face. Shivering slightly at the feeling of his breath on the skin of his neck, he wrapped his arms around his tall boyfriend's back with a soft laugh, warning him with a grin "If you tickle me with your moustache now I'll make like Wally and be outta here."
A huffed chuckle, his answer was mumbled into the crook of his neck "I'll keep that in mind~"
"Joey, I'm serio-ous—" Grant's breath hitched, feeling Joey's lips on his skin, trailing little kisses.
"Joey..." he turned more towards his tall boyfriend, pressing closer to him, feeling hands slide up his sides and back to hold him gently. Their closeness, almost no gap left between their bodies, combined with the continued little neck kisses were already making it slightly hard for him to talk, or even think, his brain turning into mush from all the affection. "Your back.. dear, your back..." he worried, trying sound concerned about the way Joey was hunching over to nuzzle and hug him (but half of it coming out more as breathy sighs as he melted into his hold).
Had somebody told him less than a year ago that Joey Drew loved nothing more than cuddles, soft touches and little kisses, he would've laughed. Had they told him on top of that that he of all people would love indulging Joey, not just tolerate and endure it but look forward to it each time he saw the telling signs of his tall, wonderful boyfriend being in the mood for some tender love, he'd ask them what they'd been smoking. Grant Cohen, in love with Joey Drew, with how soft and gentle the tall man could be behind closed doors? It's more likely than one would have thought.
"Well, if you're that concerned..." Joey's teasing tone of voice made him snap back to attention. Grant had no idea what he was planning but "Don't you dare- ACK"
They fell backwards, the tall man tackling the small one onto the bed. Glaring up at his ridiculous lover, he tried in vain to stay mad at the big, giddy grin that greeted him. With a sigh, he let himself smile too.
"You're ridiculous, you huge dork."
"But I'm your dork~" Joey leaned closer, their noses brushing together.
"You are..." his answer was mumbled against soft lips. Grant got one last look at half lidden black eyes, so full of love they were basically hearts, before his own fluttered shut and he let himself get lost in the sensation of soft caresses and even softer kisses again.
