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Len takes Barry home.
Smut, smut, and more smut ensues. You have been warned. See the end of the chapter for notes. Just a normal neighborhood, and a normal house with a normal front door that Barry crowds Len against the second they are inside. Len chuckles, angling his head away to give Barry better access.
When I bring someone home, I bring them home.
The pale white walls and the wooden flooring. The coat rack by the door and the three pairs of shoes beneath it. The living room further down the entrance way with a brown leather sofa and recliner, matching coffee table and wide flat screen TV on the wall.
Heads mounted to walls and souls of the damned in some sort of underground lair, perhaps? I may be a criminal, but I am only human after all.
Why are you so hot? Why is you being sarcastic so fucking hot? Barry snorts, kissing Len again as he cups and angles his head for the best access.
Len begins walking them back, guiding Barry through the house without breaking contact. They stop just inside the bedroom, flicking on the overhead light as Barry pushes the leather jacket off Len before the favor is returned for the thin red jacket Barry had been sporting. If you want penetrative sex, then I have to be on top.
There are other things we could do instead. Hands are roaming everywhere and lips are locked as Len pants out in between kisses. His tongue traces every muscle, lips kiss every freckle, teeth graze and gently nip at both nipples as his mouth glides all over the warm flesh, sinfully devouring any semblance of control Barry might have had.
Barry is moaning and writhing already, panting and running his hands over the short salt and pepper buzz that he has always seen Len have.
Barry does look sheepish then. It sends another quick spasm of vibrations through him, causing Len to moan and grind their hips together as he kisses him again. The rough denim catches on his fingers, but the fabric is pulled taught and Barry can feel the ripple of hard muscle with every movement Len makes.
The college fumblings and experimentation's, that one time in high school where he came in his pants before things could even go anywhere, none of that was anywhere near the level of what was going on right now. The need for things to progress faster, the need for more skin was impossible to push off.
The shirt had barely made it halfway up before hands were suddenly gripping his wrist again, halting movement as Len pulled back.Good times in Jude the Obscure: Constructing Fictions There are good times in Jude the Obscure, carefully constructed as parts of the novel's pattern and as images created by the characters.
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