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“You know, I sometimes wonder how a person like that would feel if the shoe were on the other foot. Wait a minute! That’s an idea! For once I’m going to turn the tables.

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[donkeyballs]

The sound was good. The lips were better, and the awkwardness was ebbing away from him, replaced by a low curling heat and a deep bone-set relief that he hadn't just messed everything up beyond all recognition. He sat down on the edge of the bed, hands spurred into action as his shirt got discarded, immediately going to pull open Holden's jumpsuit, dragging the zipper down low, before tugging the hem of his shirt free and pulling it up over the other man's head.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, but that kiss really needed to be followed up, so he pulled Holden down to him with a hand on th back of the man's neck, and when he took a kiss this time it was worlds more confident. He deepened the kiss, free hand moving to grip Holden's hip and try to pull him down into his lap.

[holdensteady]

Holden helps make it easy to get his shirt off, a brief smile when it's discarded and Alex pull him in for a kiss this time. There's less of a pause, less second-guessing the second time around and it's easy to see that Alex has relaxed more, which Holden is relieved about. It silenced some of the nagging worry about doing this at all.

As the kiss deepens, the taste of Alex on his lips and tongue he does move to straddle Alex's lap without thinking it through. His hands go to the now bared sides thumbs brushing out over the edges of his abdomen.

[donkeyballs]

Alex is, of course, only human. Which means that when Holden slides into his lap, his body responds - had already been responding - and the fact that he's getting into this might be a little obvious. Especially given the way that jumpsuit hanging half-undone at his waist was now pulling very tight across his hips. He can't help the slight groan that rumbles at the back of his throat as Holden presses against him. It had been a long damn time. A long damn time.

Damn. This might have been a better idea than he'd thought.

Unfortunately, getting over his nerves also meant that the speechlessness he'd been shaken into was no longer in affect, so he grinned into the kiss, hands resting on Holden's hips and pulling him a little closer, and murmured: "Yeah, alright, I think this'll go just fine."

[holdensteady]

At least Alex isn't alone in how his body is responding. Holden too is clearly enjoying himself as their bodies fit closer. Holden does roll his eyes at Alex's comment, though it might not have been visible as he ducked his head once the pilot started talking. His lips brushing over his jaw and down lower along the curve of his neck, tasting skin.

Holden exhales slowly against his shoulder. Not that he ever, in general, tried to encourage Alex to talk more he asks, "about as fine as you've been imagining?"