Justin's quick to kick off his shoes once he's in, banishing them to a corner, wedged between the fabric of the tent and the bag. He doesn't waste any time pulling his glasses off and putting them in their case, tucking it on the other side. And then he's reaching for Tony's shoes, undoing the knots and pulling them off to put on top of his own.
"We'll have to get a bigger one, really," he remarks, almost more like he's talking out loud than actually talking to someone. It's true, though a small tent for their first time didn't seem to be a bad idea. It's still not, but if they make a thing out of it? Justin's going to look into larger tents that he can get instead of having to rely on his parents. There's nothing wrong with that, of course, but he'd rather they have their own if it's going to be something they do again. Maybe twice a year. He's not sure. They can discuss it later, at any rate. "I'll get us one. Much bigger. If you want to do this again that's not...if it's just going to be a once a year thing, then we can borrow my parents' again, but if you. Uh. Want to do it more than that, let me know. I'll get something just for us, then."
It's weird to say "us" in regards to himself and anyone else that's not business-related. Sure, he and Tony have been a "we" and an "us" for some time now, but it's still an odd thing for him to think, much less say. But he says it despite all the strangeness of it, and once he's gotten everything in its little corner away, he pulls up the heavy blanket as he all but slides up Tony's body, one hand pushing up under his shirt to get a feel of bare skin. It's only for a moment; then he's leaning over to zip up the flap and secure themselves completely inside, dark and cool but not too cool.
"A much, much, much bigger one."
There's no hesitation. Even without a light source other than the blue glow from Tony's chest, he knows his body well enough at this point that, when functioning at full capacity, he can find what's he looking for. There's a simple trail of his teeth over Tony's neck before he kisses him, hungry and demanding as though it's been a week since he last saw him, as though they haven't been together for over a month. That hand goes back up his shirt while his other props him up, knee moving between his legs to rub up against him, warm air exhaled through his nose as he seems intent to kiss him until he's positively dizzy from lack of oxygen.
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"We'll have to get a bigger one, really," he remarks, almost more like he's talking out loud than actually talking to someone. It's true, though a small tent for their first time didn't seem to be a bad idea. It's still not, but if they make a thing out of it? Justin's going to look into larger tents that he can get instead of having to rely on his parents. There's nothing wrong with that, of course, but he'd rather they have their own if it's going to be something they do again. Maybe twice a year. He's not sure. They can discuss it later, at any rate. "I'll get us one. Much bigger. If you want to do this again that's not...if it's just going to be a once a year thing, then we can borrow my parents' again, but if you. Uh. Want to do it more than that, let me know. I'll get something just for us, then."
It's weird to say "us" in regards to himself and anyone else that's not business-related. Sure, he and Tony have been a "we" and an "us" for some time now, but it's still an odd thing for him to think, much less say. But he says it despite all the strangeness of it, and once he's gotten everything in its little corner away, he pulls up the heavy blanket as he all but slides up Tony's body, one hand pushing up under his shirt to get a feel of bare skin. It's only for a moment; then he's leaning over to zip up the flap and secure themselves completely inside, dark and cool but not too cool.
"A much, much, much bigger one."
There's no hesitation. Even without a light source other than the blue glow from Tony's chest, he knows his body well enough at this point that, when functioning at full capacity, he can find what's he looking for. There's a simple trail of his teeth over Tony's neck before he kisses him, hungry and demanding as though it's been a week since he last saw him, as though they haven't been together for over a month. That hand goes back up his shirt while his other props him up, knee moving between his legs to rub up against him, warm air exhaled through his nose as he seems intent to kiss him until he's positively dizzy from lack of oxygen.
Maybe camping is a turn on—and again, who knew?