It hadn't exactly been. It had been a desire to push back -- a strange combination of Ford having to take responsibility for managing how actively he participates in how far this goes and distaste for the idea of just sitting there while Bill teases and flirts somehow got him over the hurdle of his own reluctance to do anything even close to flirtation.
But now Bill's hand is in his hair and they're close together and shit fuck he really wants to do this. Ford's fingertips are a little bit tingly and his face is very warm and the light of Bill's glow doesn't do anything to stop just how wide his pupils are. His heart skips a beat, then starts pounding so hard Ford can hear it in his ears.
He looks Bill in the eye, challenging.
"Come here and find out."
Is it a bluff? Is it not a bluff? Is it just that everything that's been happening has Ford wound up tighter than a cello string and kissing Bill sounds like one of the only things that's felt nice that's happened to him in months? Who knows.
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Date: 2019-05-27 09:40 pm (UTC)But now Bill's hand is in his hair and they're close together and shit fuck he really wants to do this. Ford's fingertips are a little bit tingly and his face is very warm and the light of Bill's glow doesn't do anything to stop just how wide his pupils are. His heart skips a beat, then starts pounding so hard Ford can hear it in his ears.
He looks Bill in the eye, challenging.
"Come here and find out."
Is it a bluff? Is it not a bluff? Is it just that everything that's been happening has Ford wound up tighter than a cello string and kissing Bill sounds like one of the only things that's felt nice that's happened to him in months? Who knows.