Fuck, twenty five. Lee had already made a guess at Connor's age, but hearing him say it makes Lee feel momentarily ancient. The way his knees are aching now isn't helping either.
There are at least a dozen things that come to mind when he tries to think of what to suggest they do next, but the thing that seems to be persistently at the top of it is kissing Connor's mouth. He reaches over and grabs his discarded t-shirt, using it to wipe Connor's cooling come off his chest and neck before he stands, tossing the shirt in the direction of his closet.
"How do you feel about making out with a guy who graduated college when you were still in middle school?" he asks, reaching out to brush his thumb over Connor's full lower lip.
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Date: 2015-11-16 09:57 am (UTC)From:There are at least a dozen things that come to mind when he tries to think of what to suggest they do next, but the thing that seems to be persistently at the top of it is kissing Connor's mouth. He reaches over and grabs his discarded t-shirt, using it to wipe Connor's cooling come off his chest and neck before he stands, tossing the shirt in the direction of his closet.
"How do you feel about making out with a guy who graduated college when you were still in middle school?" he asks, reaching out to brush his thumb over Connor's full lower lip.