I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, and if you'd rather the request was left open, I won't mind.
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Joey's hands; fingertips drifting through his hair, strong fingers, stroking all the stress out of him. He was curled up, leaning against Joey, and he couldn't even remember what the delay was. Whatever it was, it'd be okay. Everything was okay. Everything was golden, and slightly out of focus, and he couldn't tell you what Joey smelt of, only that it was good, and it made him want to curl in closer, maybe move his head enough to dab his tongue on Joey's bare neck, to take taste. Except that moving would disrupt the calm, perfect pattern of Joey's hands.
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Date: 2007-06-17 09:39 pm (UTC)***
Joey's hands; fingertips drifting through his hair, strong fingers, stroking all the stress out of him. He was curled up, leaning against Joey, and he couldn't even remember what the delay was. Whatever it was, it'd be okay. Everything was okay. Everything was golden, and slightly out of focus, and he couldn't tell you what Joey smelt of, only that it was good, and it made him want to curl in closer, maybe move his head enough to dab his tongue on Joey's bare neck, to take taste. Except that moving would disrupt the calm, perfect pattern of Joey's hands.