gilascave | Caught in You part five (Reply)

But Roscoe just kept walking up to him, until he was right in front of Bo. He took his hat off, and tilted his head to one side. Bo barely had time to raise one eyebrow, before Roscoe kissed him.

Surprised, but not at all disappointed, Bo opened his mouth and let Roscoe's tongue slip inside. The soft kiss turned instantly hungry, desperate for everything as their tongues pressed against each other. Bo closed his eyes and placed his hands on Roscoe's waist, feeling Roscoe's hands on his head, holding him, pulling him closer as if inside his lover's mouth was not close enough.

Even if they weren't, anymore. Not really lovers -- kiss notwithstanding. Though Bo felt pretty sure this kiss would do as much as stripping down and bending over if it lasted any longer. The thought - or maybe it was the way he knew he couldn't pull free - made him instantly hard. Moaning, he slid down off the trunk of the General and pressed himself up against Roscoe.

The movement jolted them, and Roscoe pulled away, jerking himself back as if scalded. "I-"

He looked scared. Bo smiled, and held out one hand for him. "It's all right, Roscoe."

But Roscoe shook his head. "It ain't all right. I wasn't gonna do this."

Confused, Bo frowned at him. "Do what? Kiss me?" He started to grin. "Don't reckon you minded too much." He'd felt Roscoe's arousal in that moment they'd touched.

But Roscoe nodded. "I was just...wanted to talk to you. See you for a bit." He was already regaining his composure, his entire stance changed without his moving a single inch. Bo recognised the stance, and the expression appearing on Roscoe's face. It was the one he always saw in public, when other people were around.

It felt like a strip was torn out of his heart. He knew he'd been the one to talk Roscoe into this - into talking, again, into no longer pretending. His lover had told him it wouldn't work. Bo hadn't believed him. But now he could see his lover fading away behind those sharp, hard eyes.

He spun away, running the few steps to the driver's door. Looked like Roscoe had been right. Again.

"Bo!"

He stopped - because it was his lover's voice, and not the caricature of the man he loved. He didn't turn around, though, not sure he wanted Roscoe to see his face. He heard Roscoe walking over, flinched when Roscoe placed his hand on Bo's arm. But he relaxed, without even meaning to, when Roscoe slipped his arm around Bo's waist.

Roscoe whispered in his ear, "I love you." Roscoe pressed his forehead against the back of Bo's head, and stood there, motionless.

Bo closed his eyes, and, after a moment, he smiled. "I love you, too, Roscoe."