"What are you doing?" Arthur said. Ford's fingers were sliding up his thigh. Arthur was aware of just how thin his pyjamas were. He swallowed. If Ford continued, it was likely that he'd know, too.
"Just relieving a little tension."
Arthur's voice was strangled as he replied, "I'm sure a nice cup of tea would do that."
"Now, come on Arthur, I know that you do this on Earth too."
"I don't!" Arthur closed his eyes as Ford's fingers made their way to the top of his thigh.
"I once had a most instructive afternoon with Bob from the pub."
Arthur opened his eyes again. "Skittles Bob?"
Ford nodded, but now his hand was moving again. "There's an entry in the Hitchhiker's Guide."
Arthur could see the words 'Don't Panic' out of the corner of his eye. What he really wanted now was a towel. He wanted to hide the tent currently developing in his pyjama bottoms. He stopped breathing as he realised how close Ford's face was, as he saw the way the light caught his eyes.
"Do you want me to stop?"
It had been days - months, if he was being honest - since anyone had touched Arthur like this. "It's in the guide?"
Ford nodded. "And it recommends a cup of tea, for afterwards."
"In that case..." Arthur turned to face Ford properly. "Keep going."
*****
Ok, that's as much as I got. I really need to get back to writing my fanfair fic now. :P
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Date: 2013-08-11 01:57 pm (UTC)****
"What are you doing?" Arthur said. Ford's fingers were sliding up his thigh. Arthur was aware of just how thin his pyjamas were. He swallowed. If Ford continued, it was likely that he'd know, too.
"Just relieving a little tension."
Arthur's voice was strangled as he replied, "I'm sure a nice cup of tea would do that."
"Now, come on Arthur, I know that you do this on Earth too."
"I don't!" Arthur closed his eyes as Ford's fingers made their way to the top of his thigh.
"I once had a most instructive afternoon with Bob from the pub."
Arthur opened his eyes again. "Skittles Bob?"
Ford nodded, but now his hand was moving again. "There's an entry in the Hitchhiker's Guide."
Arthur could see the words 'Don't Panic' out of the corner of his eye. What he really wanted now was a towel. He wanted to hide the tent currently developing in his pyjama bottoms. He stopped breathing as he realised how close Ford's face was, as he saw the way the light caught his eyes.
"Do you want me to stop?"
It had been days - months, if he was being honest - since anyone had touched Arthur like this. "It's in the guide?"
Ford nodded. "And it recommends a cup of tea, for afterwards."
"In that case..." Arthur turned to face Ford properly. "Keep going."
*****
Ok, that's as much as I got. I really need to get back to writing my fanfair fic now. :P