4th floor Common Room: Sunday Evening

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

After getting back from the Wilson family Thanksgiving, Blair had spent most of Sunday sleeping off his Turkey overdose. Now he was bored and flipping through the channels in the common room, trying to find something interesting.

"Oooh! Mythbusters!"

[ooc: open, of course!]

[ETA: This post now with 100% more boykissy!]

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[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Totally normal. Jude had to nuzzle again at that little murmur, his arms tightening around Blair, made easier by the lower arms.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

There was nothing that Blair didn't love about nuzzling. He decided that it was his current favorite thing ever.

Or maybe his favorite thing was the small of Jude's back. His fingers stroked lightly through Jude's shirt.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude pressed a little bit into Blair's fingers, his own fingers making tracks into Blair's hair, playing with the tangled strands. Jude liked hair. Blair had interesting hair.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

In between the stroking and the pressing back into the stroking, Blair's fingers found their way under the hem of Jude's shirt and against his skin. Between that and the feel of fingers in his hair, it was a toss up to what the slightly throaty noise was about.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude shivered. There might have been a breathy "dude . . ." in there somewhere as he found himself, after a bit of nuzzling, cheek-to-cheek with Blair. Skin enticingly? frightening? near lips.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair's lips parted to say something but he couldn't really remember what it was. He tilted his head up and bounced, pressing his lips against Jude's.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

If that had happened oh, say, five minutes ago, there would have been a lot more flailing than there was at this moment. Which was, in fact, none. Jude made another soft sound that could have been 'dude' or 'bro', or possibly both, and his hand in Blair's hair was holding him close.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair's brain was stuck on 'Jude tastes nice' and 'guy's backs are hard'. There should be flailing on Blair's part. Flailing and thoughts of River and non-kissing actions. Instead there was just hands splayed on Jude's back and hip and possibly a little bit of tongue.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude's thoughts were more along the lines of 'better than Jonesy but shorter' and 'mmm, tongue'. So he added a bit of his own. Just a little bit. Because hands on skin was nice and kissing was nice and Jude completely forgot that they had an audience.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Audience? Blair had forgotten that not only was he into girls, but he was currently dating one. There was no way that he remembered that they had an audience.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Such was the power of Jude's kisses. Which he was ruthlessly employing on Blair because having his hand tangled in Blair's hair and Blair's hands on his skin made him not care about his recently single status.

And they hadn't even been drinking.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

If Blair had been thinking about this, he would be planning on blaming his current situation on Bel. Because somehow this had to be his fault.

When air became an issue, Blair pulled back from Jude reluctantly, giving his lips a final caress of his tongue.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude tried to follow, wavering into him, before his eyes fluttered open from their lazy, half-lidded state. ". . . whoa," he breathed, his mouth open as he gasped for breath.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair panted as well, blinking up at Jude for a long moment.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Uh . . ." Jude blinked rapidly as well. "That was . . . whoa."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Whoa?" Blair repeated dumbly before looking down and realizing that his hand was still holding onto Jude's hip. "Oh. Whoa."

He took a quick step back and stuck his hands in his pockets. Flailing mentally for a topic, Blair spied the notebook which had been discarded somewhere between nuzzling and tongue kisses.

"Dropped my sign."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Um, yeah. Dropped it." Jude took his own quick step back and got tangled up in his own shoes.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair reached out to steady Jude and then drew back his hand quickly. "Uh...um....is that my phone? In my room? Down the hall?"

He spun, grabbed his backpack and made a break for the door.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude lifted a hand a bit vaguely. "Uh, bye, bro."

He blinked again and shook his head, flopping back onto the couch and staring at the ceiling, ignoring the common room around him.

". . . whoa."