[ they're close enough to the same page that there's no complaint evan's going to make, at least not now. david's stripped and on the workbench without him having to ask or even suggest it. evan's between his legs right after. the hand on him makes him growl, both from the feel of it and the abruptness of it - the forwardness.
not that david's ever been the shy type so far.
he's got both hands on david's thighs, ready to just go when an inconvenient thought bounces off the over-focused forefront of his brain. he glances around. no grease. no oil. it's all on another table. just far enough away to kill the heat, he knows -
except there's one jar, back behind a few bottles of pine tar. it's probably old (what isn't?). just straight bear grease. it'll have to suffice. it's not like it'll cause a problem in the long term.
evan reaches behind david's head onto the shelf, knocking aside the other bottles to get to it. ]
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not that david's ever been the shy type so far.
he's got both hands on david's thighs, ready to just go when an inconvenient thought bounces off the over-focused forefront of his brain. he glances around. no grease. no oil. it's all on another table. just far enough away to kill the heat, he knows -
except there's one jar, back behind a few bottles of pine tar. it's probably old (what isn't?). just straight bear grease. it'll have to suffice. it's not like it'll cause a problem in the long term.
evan reaches behind david's head onto the shelf, knocking aside the other bottles to get to it. ]