*opens the door again and walks in*
Shalom, Beckett. Did you die? You look like a ghost with that over your head.
*flops down onto his bed*
*prepares to start shouting at whoever just opened the door again but instead tugs the covers off at the sound of Joe's voice*
Oh, hey man. *shakes his hair a bit* I was practising for the afterlife, yes.
*scoots a bit closer*
Did you come in here to check up on me then?
Put it back on, I don't wanna have to look at your gross face.
Uh, I forget, I wanted something. But whatever.
*snorts, swatting at him*
Fuck you, I'm hot. *lies on his back and brings his book up to his face*
You're such a pothead.
You're not hot, man. For real. Too pale.
*lies down next to him, producing a joint from seemingly nowhere*
Well if you think that's such a bad thing you wont wanna share this, then?
*smirks, lighting up*
*rolls his eyes and lightly taps Joe's forehead* I didn't say it was necessarily a bad thing. I was pointing it out. And you - *takes the joint* - are just proving me right.
*flashes him a grin and takes a puff*
Like it's such a big secret anyways.
*rolls onto his side*
So what's up, man? What do you know?
*gently presses the joint to Joe's lips*
I'm studying, can't you tell?
*sucks on it lightly*
Sure, studying way too hard, man. Good job I turned up when I did.
Dude, what are you going to do? You'll just lounge on my bed and burn my sheets. Again.
So? You've done a lot worse to your sheets, man. I am soooo glad I'm not a Beckett-sheet. Oh, wait. Am I talking bullshit again, dude?
When do you not talk bullshit?
*rolls onto his side, barely touching Joe, smiling almost smugly*
And anyway, it's my bed. I can do whatever I want to my sheets. You would so looove to be my sheet.
*ruffles Joe's hair*
I bet your sheet could tell some interesting tales. You utter whore.
*grins though, utterly used to people ruffling his hair like ALL THE TIME*
*tries to look even a little bit surprised at being called a whore, but instead bursts out laughing in Joe's face*
*gently presses his hips to Joe, tipping his head against his shoulder and stealing the joint back* Look out. Next year, man, my sheets are releasing their memoirs... Between The Sheets: The Life Of William Beckett's Covers.
*tries to stifle a moan, as is only human and therefore in no way immune to the Beckett hips*
Dude. It'll be a pretty.... loooooong book, you know?
Yeeeah. *looks at him slyly, sucking on the spliff and blowing the smoke over his shoulder* Yeah, it would be pretty long.
*combs his fingers through Joe's hair, tugging on the ends* You wanna be in it?
Tell me, Becks, does anyone say no to you? Ever?
*moves even closer to him, keeping eye contact*
*smiles widely, leaning in to gently bite on Joe's lower lip*
*pulls away after a moment, still smiling* Nope. *presses the joint to Joe's mouth again because, well, he likes to share!*
*parts his lips, grinning slightly*
No. I didn't think so.
*inhales deeply on the joint, closing his eyes*
*with a smirk, carefully pinches the end of the spliff to snuff it and tucks it into the pocket of Joe's jeans; although, knowing Joe, he probably had it stashed in his underwear or somewhere else few people would think (or want) to check...*
You would never say "no", would you? *idly tip-toes his fingers along Joe's chest* Not to me?
*watches his face for a moment, the way he looks with his eyes shut and the sound of his breathing, because William is so close to him now he can actually feel their chests barely touch whenever they inhale*
*presses a firm kiss to his lips, poking the tip of his tongue out to slowly trace the seam of his mouth*
Wow - you're... no. I guess not.
*would usually whine when a joint is removed from him and extinguished, but it's Beckett, and he's doing all the moves with the breathing and the hips, so closes his eyes and relaxes into his bed*
*sighs softly when he kisses him, parting his lips slightly and kissing back, slowly, a little nervous*
*easily pushes Joe onto his back, tangling their legs together as he slides on top of him, hips and bellies pressed together*
*actually lets out a tiny giggle under his breath at the lack of response, pulling away to gaze down at Joe*
*whispers with an amused smile* You're not afraid of me, are you?
*opens his eyes to look at him*
A-afraid? Of - um, what?
N-no. Of course not.
*bucks his hips up against William's, taking a shaky breath*
I don't know! *grins* You're all... nervous and shit, man.
*the smile quickly fades from his face when Joe moves up against him, eyes slipping closed and a tiny sigh leaving his lips*
*kisses him again, slowly, lazily licking at his lips. At the same time, pushes Joe's shirt up before pressing back against him, and because William's own shirt is riding up, it causes friction between bare skin*
*murmurs against his mouth* That's better...