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Sep. 23rd, 2019 08:15 pmThey aren't the only couple that packs up and leaves early, and Dan suspects they're not the only couple that doesn't actually leave, either. Something about it only drives his pulse up, and he shoots a dizzy, crooked grin at Marcus as he wraps a hand around his wrist and nearly drags him along. He thinks he can be forgiven for the slight sense of urgency.
He's taking his boyfriend back for some backseat groping-- well, not quite backseat, but in a truck-- and he can't wait to get there.
Getting back and getting the truck open seems to take forever and no time at all.
Dan pitches the blanket and the couple of cushions into the cab of the truck, and doesn't bother going to his side. He gets up on the bench and scoots back, looking a little messy and flushed, and reaches for Marcus. "Come here," he murmurs, even though he doesn't think has to, "come here."
He's taking his boyfriend back for some backseat groping-- well, not quite backseat, but in a truck-- and he can't wait to get there.
Getting back and getting the truck open seems to take forever and no time at all.
Dan pitches the blanket and the couple of cushions into the cab of the truck, and doesn't bother going to his side. He gets up on the bench and scoots back, looking a little messy and flushed, and reaches for Marcus. "Come here," he murmurs, even though he doesn't think has to, "come here."
