[Ryan does move closer, pushing himself off the bed, fingers winding into the front of John's shirt as though that'll hold him here even if he decides to go. There's something almost desperate in the thoughts that both other boys can hear, and the flush in his face lingers; yes, this was a very effective bucket of ice water on the actual arousal there, but he'd been getting worked up and it still shows.]
It's not like that, I swear, I didn't think anything like that, I just--
[He hesitates, glancing back to Petre over his shoulder, then turns back and presses closer to John. The fact that he can do this again is such a relief that Ryan doesn't want to stop once he's started-- he's still aware of Petre behind him, still unsure exactly what either of them intends to do and hoping against hope it can just blow over for the moment. They can fight later.]
He was here, and fuck, I hadn't gotten to touch you, it was driving me crazy and I just needed something... just for that, that's all, John.
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It's not like that, I swear, I didn't think anything like that, I just--
[He hesitates, glancing back to Petre over his shoulder, then turns back and presses closer to John. The fact that he can do this again is such a relief that Ryan doesn't want to stop once he's started-- he's still aware of Petre behind him, still unsure exactly what either of them intends to do and hoping against hope it can just blow over for the moment. They can fight later.]
He was here, and fuck, I hadn't gotten to touch you, it was driving me crazy and I just needed something... just for that, that's all, John.