The only person Sean hadn't spoken to since his death had been Lawrence. Sean hadn't seen him since they'd parted in make-up. Bit off, but Sean supposed it was all part of focusing on character. Good on Lawrence for being that dedicated and what have you, but they were finished now. All water under the bridge, yeah. And maybe Lawrence was just waiting for Sean to make that first move. Well, if there was one thing Sean was good at, it was breaking the ice. He shifted from foot to foot after knocking on Lawrence's door -- wicked cold, it was, which still discombobulated him, given that it should be early fall -- but Sean wasn't complaining. The door opened a minute later and Sean gave Lawrence his best smile. "Hullo." "Sean?" Lawrence said, like he couldn't quite believe Sean was standing on his front step. "Yeah. Um, mind if I come in, like. Bit nippy out for a chat on the stoop." Lawrence held the door open, and Sean brushed past, absently noting that Lawrence's feet were bare beneath tattered jeans. They were as big as the rest of him. The thought made Sean chuckle. "What is it?" Sean shrugged and turned, watching as Lawrence leaned against the wall, hands shoved in his pockets. "Nothing, really," Sean replied. "Just, uh, noticing your feet." "My feet?" Lawrence glanced down, wriggled his toes -- yep, feet alright -- and looked back up at Sean, cocoa eyes narrowing. "What about them?" "Nothing. Just, ah, big." "Size 15." Sean covered his laughter with a cough. Again, Lawrence's eyes narrowed. "What?" "Just, ah, y'know, the saying about big feet," Sean said, studying the fine piece of art on the wall directly to the left of Lawrence's head. Not that he could remember what it looked like, precisely. "Yeah, yeah, I do." Sean risked a quick glance at Lawrence. Instead of the annoyance he'd expected to see, Lawrence's eye reflected something else altogether. Elusive, yeah, but Sean thought, if he looked long enough, he could name it. "So, uh --" Sean shuffled his feet, tried to cover the awkward -- and it was awkward -- silence. "Thought you might be up for a pint." "Yeah?" When had Lawrence moved? Sean didn't remember him being this close. Could just be the room getting smaller, though. Bloke like Lawrence took up a lot of space. Big guy and all. "Yeah, others are down at pub, celebrating my death." Sean grinned -- quick flash of white teeth. "Wouldn't be right not to have you along." "Ah, so, that's why you're here, is it?" The oxygen in the room had definitely evaporated. Ah, well, Lawrence's lungs were probably pretty big as well. Used up a lot of air. "Yeah, just thought you'd want to, uh, pop 'round for a bit." One of Lawrence's hands -- also big, Christ -- reached out and Sean was slightly startled when Lawrence placed it on Sean's chest. "Here, right?" Lawrence asked, flexing his fingers, and fuck, but his hand radiated heat. "Where I shot you?" Sean could only nod. He was too busy noting the shocking contrast of those dark, long fingers against the crisp white of his shirt. "Doesn't hurt, does it?" Sean shook his head, look up into those dark eyes -- Lawrence had incredibly long eyelashes -- and thought he could definitely place that look now. Maybe even explain why he felt so light-headed. "You could, um, kiss it and make it better anyway," he said, voice a husky rumble. "I could, yeah." Lawrence took the next step, brushed his chest against Sean's. "Or you could put those hurt feelings somewhere else." Sean swallowed, gaze riveted to the full lips right in front of him. All he had to do was tilt his head up...yeah. "Where'd you have in mind?" he asked. "Your tongue." Ah, Christ. Sean obediently parted his lips, allowed Lawrence access. And was immediately invaded by a blast of heat. Lawrence sucked on his tongue like he'd been waiting his entire life to do just that. Sean simply clutched the front of Lawrence's faded t-shirt and held on for dear life. "Sweet," Lawrence murmured, the word buzzing between their lips. "Still have a lot of hurt here," Sean said, fisting the black fall of Lawrence's hair, and tugging his head down. Oh yeah, man could definitely kiss. Bloody fucking hell on a stick. Sean wasn't remotely surprised to find his back against the wall, shirt already partially unbuttoned, by the time Lawrence lifted his head again. "This alright for you?" Lawrence asked, slipping another button free. "Definitely." Sean's hands itched to do some undressing and exploring of their own. Starting with the incredibly broad expanse of Lawrence's chest. "Gonna miss your own wake, you know." "They won't even know we're missing," Sean promised, dragging Lawrence down for another stunner of a kiss. "We have more important matters between us." "Yeah, guess we do." "'Sides," Sean said, dragging off Lawrence's shirt, licking a path along Lawrence's neck, "I believe you still owe me some kisses." Lawrence smile was full of wicked glee. "Best to get to that, then."
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