Fletcher watched in near-awe as Avery removed his shirt, then moved to unfasten his pants. Biting hard into his lower lip, Fletcher raised a hand to run his fingertips gently over the skin on Avery’s chest, his hand shaking slightly as he went. Before he could process it, Avery was in his lap, and places he hadn’t ever known he wanted to be touched were given attention, and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He was happy Avery couldn’t hear him whine at the loss of contact, but he willed himself to focus on what was said. Chewing his lip, he blushed, head dropping for a moment as he nodded. Raising a hand, he signed, “please, if that’s okay.”

It took a few seconds for Fletcher to take in that Avery hadn’t gotten up and run off, or asked him to leave. At some point, over the brief period between their kiss ending and the next beginning, it occurred to him that Avery had actually kissed him back. That thought was solidified by the other man’s initiation of their second kiss. This one was longer, and different than the first; it was the first time Fletcher let himself lean a little closer, and brought a hand up to rest on Avery’s knee. When the question was asked he considered the options, seeing positives for both, and knowing that ultimately both sounded like a great option. Letting his hand move over Avery’s chest, his fingers teased at the fabric of the shirt while he made his way down to toy with the hem. Shrugging, he smiled almost shyly before leaning in again, this time not breaking the kiss as he let his free hand explore a to the center of Avery’s thigh. 

The admission of comfort relaxed something in Fletcher he hadn’t been aware was tense, and he smiled without hesitation. Following Avery to the couch he looked around the room and noted any detail he could about the other man- his interests, hobbies, and style. When it was made clear Avery intended for him to sit almost directly next to him, Fletcher did so without question. It occurred to him how close they were sitting, and a blush came to his cheeks and neck the moment Avery touched his leg. The mention of snuggling only exacerbated the situation, and he found himself biting into his own lower lip. “I feel…” Pausing Fletcher considered his options. “I’ve been thinking, and…” He tried again, but once again stopped short. Thinking about his inability to sleep and all the things he’d been thinking and feeling, he took a deep breath. Quickly, he leaned forward, closing the distance between himself and Avery and bringing their lips together in the sweetest of kisses. After a few seconds Fletcher pulled back, the apology poised on his tongue and fingertips. “I-”

When his hands were taken Fletcher couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of what felt like relief. Squeezing Avery’s hands back, it took all the willpower he had not to draw the man in closer, to wrap his arms around him, and bury his head into his chest. Swallowing Fletcher forced himself to return completely to the conversation at hand. “You’re sweet.” Fletcher signed, regretting the need to release one of Avery’s hands but not wanting to put the burden of lipreading on him. When the last bit was added Fletcher felt his breath catch in his throat while he willed himself to remain upright. “Really? I would like that. I mean, if you’re okay with it. If you’re sure. That would be really nice. Are you comfortable with that?” He asked, needing to make sure. “I just hope I’m not a blanket hog.”

When Avery shook his head Fletcher nodded, understanding that he had not interrupted something the other considered of massive importance. “I’m happy to see you too.” He signed. “I think I apologized out of habit, but I get that you aren’t upset.” Fletcher reassured. Taking a minute to consider the offer he nodded, unable to find the words that would allow him to say that on some level, maybe that had been what he had come for in the first place. “That would be great, thank you. I’m fine with the couch, I’ve slept on plenty in my time. And, I wouldn’t want to take your bed. That works.” 

Overlooking the feelings moving inside him, Fletcher kept his eyes on Avery and concentrated on the conversation happening between them. Nodding his understanding Fletch bounced his eyes to the still-playing TV screen, and the obvious place Avery had been settled on the couch. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’m sorry.” He signed while bringing his attention back to the conversation. “I wasn’t doing anything. I was trying to sleep but I couldn’t. I’ve been having a little trouble lately.” Fletcher admitted, hanging his head just a little bit. 

Hello everyone! Whew, I’m just getting in after an incredibly long flight and I must say, I’ve never been happier to see a school building in my life. Anyway, I’m Camryn Pillsbury, and I’m a Domme. I’m totally new around here, so if anyone would like to point me in the direction of…Anything, let me know! Also, if anyone knows where I might find my big brother, Camden, please let me know!​

Hello and welcome, I’m Avery Abrams. Do you still need to find anything?

When the door opened Fletcher couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto his lips. “You’re awake.” He signed just before being pulled into a hug. Wrapping his arms around Avery, Fletcher could feel himself relax almost instantly. When they came apart he stepped into Avery’s room. “Thank you for answering the door. I know it’s a weird time. Is everything okay? Were you on your way to bed?” Fletcher signed, slowly, but not needing to stop to spell out most of the words.

That's a good question, gossip worthy. I'm single, but I've got my eyes on someone.

Both.

Tossing and turning had always been somewhat of a way of life for Fletcher but it was worse now than ever. He was still happier at Bridgeport than he had ever really been at his other school, but the thoughts and feelings that always seemed to swirl had been worse than they had been in a long time for the past few nights. He had accumulated only a few hours sleep since the weekend, and this night wasn’t looking any better than the last. A thought crossed his mind and before he could question himself he got out of bed and left his room, clad only in his pajamas he made his way down the hall to Avery’s door. Pressing the button on the door, he waited for the other man to answer, hoping he wasn’t already asleep and would see the lights in his room blinking. 

Fletcher: Hey you yourself. I'm really good, Avery. Thank you for everything you left me. I'm pretty confident it was you. Right?

Avery: Yes, it was. Was I that obvious?

Your love?

Hey Avery, the name’s Dalton. Uhm, sure, I guess that sounds okay. As long as there’s coffee involved with the tour.

Originally posted by endiness

I can make sure that there is coffee involved, don’t worry. I’ll even make sure it happens first, to fuel the tour. How are you settling in? Making friends?