[ He's so wrapped up, both in what he's doing and that it's Archie he's doing it with, that it takes Reggie a few seconds to realize anything's amiss; Archie is warm and firm and responsive against him, similar to how Reggie always pictured he might be. But different too, of course, because it's actually real. Before now, he never took seriously the idea that anything might ever happen.
Now that it is, all his focus is on not ruining it, not overthinking things. This is sometimes how things go between friends in the middle of the night, especially when alcohol's involved; nothing wrong with that. And in that case, Reggie knows already that his best -- if not only -- recourse is to be fine with it.
He refuses to worry. He'll think only about wanting, not about why. ]
What do you w-- oh, no. [ Now he notices. ] No no no no-- come on.
[ It shouldn't really be a surprise, all things considered, but before it occurs to him that perhaps this is a sign to call it a night, Reggie's instinct is to drop to his knees and try to fix the problem with his mouth-- or it is before he catches himself and remembers, no, we're not doing that while Archie's drunk. So he hisses: ]
Fuck.
[ And then reasserts his grip on Archie's dick, part of him wishing bitterly (not for the first time since they started, but especially now) that Archie were more sober. Because this is embarrassing, and also, well-- anti-climactic. If Archie were sober... this only goes to further prove that he really should be. ]
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Now that it is, all his focus is on not ruining it, not overthinking things. This is sometimes how things go between friends in the middle of the night, especially when alcohol's involved; nothing wrong with that. And in that case, Reggie knows already that his best -- if not only -- recourse is to be fine with it.
He refuses to worry. He'll think only about wanting, not about why. ]
What do you w-- oh, no. [ Now he notices. ] No no no no-- come on.
[ It shouldn't really be a surprise, all things considered, but before it occurs to him that perhaps this is a sign to call it a night, Reggie's instinct is to drop to his knees and try to fix the problem with his mouth-- or it is before he catches himself and remembers, no, we're not doing that while Archie's drunk. So he hisses: ]
Fuck.
[ And then reasserts his grip on Archie's dick, part of him wishing bitterly (not for the first time since they started, but especially now) that Archie were more sober. Because this is embarrassing, and also, well-- anti-climactic. If Archie were sober... this only goes to further prove that he really should be. ]