They were making good time with the stretch of Matt's stride that didn't quite reach as far as Cassidy, making the smaller man look more like he was hurrying, while Cassidy got to amble along.
Matt hoped Cassidy was regaining sense of himself, even as a restless nervousness settled under his skin, caused no doubt by the pollen in the air. He, of course, didn't think a thing towards it, to far stuck in his own experience to keep an eye out for something new.
"Previous experience?" he asked up at the man as they came up on the town. They were in the mist of a misunderstanding. "If I've helped clean up another mess and forgotten about it, I might have to accept jokes about my age. Can't have that.
Either way - because it's He Ming, we might be fine. Let's not test that theory on anyone else's neck."
The misunderstanding didn't slip past unnoticed — Cassidy still let it slip past. He had a feeling it would sort itself out. The really important thing was they were both in agreement about going back to Matt's room.
"Let's not."
And because he was feeling significantly amped-up, he had no trouble giving in to the impulse for a more physical public gesture than usual. Mid-stride, Cassidy slowed the half-step necessary to give Matt a solid slap on the ass.
"Anyway, I reckon I've got some favors need returnin'. Eh?"
Matt jumped and scoffed at the swat on his ass, turning to look up at Cassidy like he'd grown a third head, however handsome ahead it might be and scoffed again smirking.
"You're really chomping at the bit today, aren't we? Do you know how lucky you are to successfully get to slap that?" Matt grinned. Cassidy's nature was infectious and Matt's mood was porous at best.
Either way, they were there and Matthew opened the door and walked in, letting Cassidy man it's closing per usual. "If we were anywhere else, it might be weird."
But this place had stock and trade on sex and its effects. He could see what was going on.
Chomping at the bit — "Like a dog after a bone, so to speak. Should've learned from Alien — don't go near anythin' that looks like a giant egg."
Which, Cassidy thought as he shut the door behind him, wasn't to say he didn't feel good. But it was an itchy, too-much-energy sort of good. The sort where if he didn't keep moving, if he tried to repress himself, it could turn just as bad real quick.
"Long as I'm here, though..." So long as Matt was inviting him to... "I might just keep pressin' my luck."
They were face-to-face, now, and Cassidy raised a hand to grasp at Matt's shirt, close to the collar and the line of buttons. Loosely at first, then tighter, pulling as though preparing to snap those buttons off with a tug at any second. Not going through with it yet, but teasing Matt with the possibility.
"Don't think I haven't noticed you wearin' such nice clothes all the time."
"Definitely not," he said, stopping to turn and face his friend as he came forward. There wasn't going to be any polite foreplay here, no social niceties, no 'how's your drink doing', not with the energy between their chests as Matt looked up at Cassidy, one heavy eyebrow arching over a smug smile.
"Man's gotta have his pride," he replied, sending one long, head tilting glance down Cassidy's half dressed form. "Though they don't always have to stay nice."
There was an impulse to say 'ain't' instead of don't. The twang was almost addicting.
"You gonna do something about that?" As he asked, one hand crept around Cassidy's waist and pulled his hips forward.
When he heard the accent threatening to overlay Matt's voice, Cassidy realized he'd been here a hell of a lot longer than he'd been stuck in Texas. It didn't feel that long. Time flies when you're having fun, maybe.
Cassidy's lip curled. Matt had gotten lucky, looking the way he did. Number one reason Cassidy had gotten to know him. He seemed aware of it, too — what was it he'd said while Cass had been lying under him? Someone's got to be the lucky fucker. Cocky bastard.
He tightened his fingers one more time and pulled sharp, snapping off three buttons at once. His other hand raked through Matt's hair from the front, pushing his head back until it reached the angle he was looking for, and then he held it there as he gave the shirt one more pull — only one button gone this time, but he also nearly pulled the shirt tails out of Matt's trousers.
Through a grin, he snapped his teeth in Matt's face... then met his mouth with a kiss, and moved his hands to start undressing Matt more thoroughly.
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Matt hoped Cassidy was regaining sense of himself, even as a restless nervousness settled under his skin, caused no doubt by the pollen in the air. He, of course, didn't think a thing towards it, to far stuck in his own experience to keep an eye out for something new.
"Previous experience?" he asked up at the man as they came up on the town. They were in the mist of a misunderstanding. "If I've helped clean up another mess and forgotten about it, I might have to accept jokes about my age. Can't have that.
Either way - because it's He Ming, we might be fine. Let's not test that theory on anyone else's neck."
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"Let's not."
And because he was feeling significantly amped-up, he had no trouble giving in to the impulse for a more physical public gesture than usual. Mid-stride, Cassidy slowed the half-step necessary to give Matt a solid slap on the ass.
"Anyway, I reckon I've got some favors need returnin'. Eh?"
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"You're really chomping at the bit today, aren't we? Do you know how lucky you are to successfully get to slap that?" Matt grinned. Cassidy's nature was infectious and Matt's mood was porous at best.
Either way, they were there and Matthew opened the door and walked in, letting Cassidy man it's closing per usual. "If we were anywhere else, it might be weird."
But this place had stock and trade on sex and its effects. He could see what was going on.
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Which, Cassidy thought as he shut the door behind him, wasn't to say he didn't feel good. But it was an itchy, too-much-energy sort of good. The sort where if he didn't keep moving, if he tried to repress himself, it could turn just as bad real quick.
"Long as I'm here, though..." So long as Matt was inviting him to... "I might just keep pressin' my luck."
They were face-to-face, now, and Cassidy raised a hand to grasp at Matt's shirt, close to the collar and the line of buttons. Loosely at first, then tighter, pulling as though preparing to snap those buttons off with a tug at any second. Not going through with it yet, but teasing Matt with the possibility.
"Don't think I haven't noticed you wearin' such nice clothes all the time."
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"Man's gotta have his pride," he replied, sending one long, head tilting glance down Cassidy's half dressed form. "Though they don't always have to stay nice."
There was an impulse to say 'ain't' instead of don't. The twang was almost addicting.
"You gonna do something about that?" As he asked, one hand crept around Cassidy's waist and pulled his hips forward.
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Cassidy's lip curled. Matt had gotten lucky, looking the way he did. Number one reason Cassidy had gotten to know him. He seemed aware of it, too — what was it he'd said while Cass had been lying under him? Someone's got to be the lucky fucker. Cocky bastard.
He tightened his fingers one more time and pulled sharp, snapping off three buttons at once. His other hand raked through Matt's hair from the front, pushing his head back until it reached the angle he was looking for, and then he held it there as he gave the shirt one more pull — only one button gone this time, but he also nearly pulled the shirt tails out of Matt's trousers.
Through a grin, he snapped his teeth in Matt's face... then met his mouth with a kiss, and moved his hands to start undressing Matt more thoroughly.