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That's actually kind of my default state. Fascinated and concerned. Occasionally terrified.

[And occasionally boners?]

I think we could mix that up a little.

[Boners are sometimes a subset of terrified, to be fair.]

We could... try. I guess. Did you have something in mind, or were you just saying we should try in general?

[But the better side of terrified.]

As I recall, you had a suggestion earlier.

[He's done his pad thai now, and sets the carton on the side table. Hands are now free to settle on Ginberg's waist, oh yeah.]

Y-yeah, um, in theory, I did, but that was when it was in theory, and I'm pretty sure I can come up with a million and one ways that I could possibly fuck this up, so maybe, you know...

[Nervous babbling, the most important staple of his life.]

Come on, it's alright. We're not going to do anything you don't feel ready for.

[As soon as Ginsberg starts babbling like that, he finds his hands coming into his hair automatically, running through it like he's trying to calm down a nervous pet. It seems to have worked in the past, anyway.]

[It still is remarkably effective. It's a strategy more people should keep in mind, really.]

Well, I know that. It's just that I want a lot of things I don't know how to do and then my brain gets all confused.

[His brain is kind of a jerk, to be fair.]

We can take our time with this, you know. Give you some time to do any research you feel might be needed.

Although to be honest I wasn't lying before about there not being too many wrong ways to do this.

I don't actually think porn counts as valid research. I could be wrong about that, but I'm pretty sure I'm not.

I'm fairly sure porn isn't the only thing you can use. There are books, too.

Yeah, but if you check those books out from the library, someone's going to find them, and then they're going to ask really awkward questions.

I'm starting to see how you've never managed to have sex until now. You're making it very complicated.

Are you saying it's... not complicated? Because I honestly don't see how that can be true.

Some people don't really worry so much about being right or what other people are thinking.

They just do what feels good and to hell with everything else.

[Not that Oliver would ever be one of those people. NOPE.]

Okay, so, maybe I should just... stop thinking. Or at least try to stop thinking. Maybe I just need to...

[To go for another kiss, apparently. That's a lot better than thinking.]

[That is certainly better. Oliver is also going to settle his hands on Ginsberg's ass, and see if that helps things along as well.]

[Well, he's not going to complain about being groped. It is, however, going to make him a little squirmy, because of course it is -- but then, Oliver probably also won't be complaining about having a squirmy naked guy in his lap.]

[No, that's hardly something that seems worth complaining about. Hands trails up and down his back, trying this best at soothing him. He certainly seems eager now, but he's also wound tight as anyone can get, which isn't exactly preferable. So he keeps touching him, smoothing hands up and down his torso.]

[He likes this soothing thing, he likes it a lot. Mainly because being touched in general is excellent, but also because Oliver has nice warm hands, and it's relaxing him, somehow. In fact, he's kind of melting into the touch.]

[He really is so easy to read some times that it's adorable. He can feel him relaxing, settling into his arms. Once he's sure Ginsberg is going to bolt at any moment, he pulls back.]

Did you want another drink?

Are you trying to get me drunk?

[There's an intent to say it with a suspicious tone, but it totally doesn't come out that way.]

I'd have to move if I wanted another drink. And I kind of don't want to move.

[Yep, now you're stuck with him on your lap, Oliver.]

[Oh no, he has such a hard life. Having to make do with a lap of squirmy naked guy.]

As funny as seeing you drunk would be, I'm not going to encourage moving either.

[Yep, hands on your butt again.]

[Wow, look, this time he isn't even startled by the hands on his butt. Hey, he could get used to this.]

Okay. Good. Because it's comfortable here.

[Comfortable and also gives him the opportunity to lean in for another kiss. Which is pretty much perfect.]

[He'd like to keep you around, Ginsberg, you're so affectionate. He kisses back, content for now to let the other man set the pace. He may not be this patient forever, but for now it's just fine. Round one took the edge off after all, and left him wanting to take his time.

Although he'd mostly like to avoid any future freak-outs on Ginsberg's side.]

[Future freakouts are just par for the course, when it comes to Ginsberg. There will undoubtedly be more. This, however, isn't the time for them. He sure hopes it's okay to play with Oliver's hair while he's kissing him, because that's what he's doing now. And, yes, of course he's still a little squirmy -- it's almost physically impossible for him to stop moving for longer than a couple seconds.]

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