After the concert (for Donald)
Sep. 1st, 2008 01:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
echolls_cursed(from here)
Logan was still leaning in slightly, long after the kiss was over, one hand on Donald's arm as he looked at the other man again. His words made something inside him twist in anticipation, and he couldn't stop his smile from brightening, despite a desperate attempt to seem casual.
"You can come over as many nights as you want," he said, shrugging his shoulders and chewing his bottom lip, as if that might stop the smirk that was playing on his lips. "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday... You get the idea, right?" he laughed, a little cheeky this time as he tugged Donald back in and kissed him again, his hands slipping around the other man's waist for a moment as he deepened the kiss.
"Go on then, tell me something good about the past. Hell, tell me something bad. Tell me anything. You look hot when you get all 'days of yor' on me," he smirked, reluctantly letting go and smoothing his hands over the other man's shirt, his chin tilting up slightly as he met Donald's eyes with his own.
Logan was still leaning in slightly, long after the kiss was over, one hand on Donald's arm as he looked at the other man again. His words made something inside him twist in anticipation, and he couldn't stop his smile from brightening, despite a desperate attempt to seem casual.
"You can come over as many nights as you want," he said, shrugging his shoulders and chewing his bottom lip, as if that might stop the smirk that was playing on his lips. "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday... You get the idea, right?" he laughed, a little cheeky this time as he tugged Donald back in and kissed him again, his hands slipping around the other man's waist for a moment as he deepened the kiss.
"Go on then, tell me something good about the past. Hell, tell me something bad. Tell me anything. You look hot when you get all 'days of yor' on me," he smirked, reluctantly letting go and smoothing his hands over the other man's shirt, his chin tilting up slightly as he met Donald's eyes with his own.
