"Bed." He said it with a heavy confirmation, even though Brendan shifting in his lap was distracting him.
The words got to him, though. He didn't know how far Brendan and Manabu had ever gotten. Neither of them had sounded like the relationship was particularly physical, which - while Poe didn't really understand that on an emotional level - he could at least think about on an intellectual one.
But Brendan needed a distraction, not a reminder. He could do that.
Terrible decisions weren't as terrible when you convinced yourself it was 100% to help another person.
So he thought about Manabu and thought about how Manabu would touch Brendan, and the guilt slid through his chest like a hot knife through butter, right to his heart. He was helping. He was helping.
He was gripping hard around Brendan's back and then pushing them both upright off the couch, taking a hard, deep, claiming kiss in exactly the opposite way he imagined Manabu would.
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The words got to him, though. He didn't know how far Brendan and Manabu had ever gotten. Neither of them had sounded like the relationship was particularly physical, which - while Poe didn't really understand that on an emotional level - he could at least think about on an intellectual one.
But Brendan needed a distraction, not a reminder. He could do that.
Terrible decisions weren't as terrible when you convinced yourself it was 100% to help another person.
So he thought about Manabu and thought about how Manabu would touch Brendan, and the guilt slid through his chest like a hot knife through butter, right to his heart. He was helping. He was helping.
He was gripping hard around Brendan's back and then pushing them both upright off the couch, taking a hard, deep, claiming kiss in exactly the opposite way he imagined Manabu would.