Memeboxing

[trustycrowbar]

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[strategic_guile]

Oh, Gordon. The blonde was just laughing internally at the obvious quandary. What to do when the unexpected booty call was glorious but you didn't want to seem like an ass or just make it extremely awkward, more awkward for Gordon than it already was at this point.

Blaine's feet touched the ground as he swung his leg over the other man's waist and climbed down from the less than comfortable table. It was amazing how hard surfaces could be ignored until you were done fucking. Stepping up towards Gordon's head, there was probably entirely too much heat in his eyes for having just finished a couple minutes ago.

He leaned over and blue eyes locked onto green ones. "We'll do that again." Then he gave him a kiss full of plenty of tongue.

[trustycrowbar]

He doesn't verbally respond save for a comfortable postcoital murmur, but the way he kisses back says that yes, they WILL do that again. Then he climbs off the table after him, grabbing his pants from where they lay discarded on the floor.

"Mmn... You know..." He lets out a low chortle and shakes his head as he dresses.

"To hell with the data. I can come pick it up in the morning."

[strategic_guile]

Blaine grabbed his pants and was in no rush to put them on as he walked over to a table that had tissues or something to wipe up with. What went in wasn't going to stay in thanks to gravity and he didn't want to stain his pants too bad. He circled around the table and wiped up what was starting to leak before it could make a mess down his leg, though it wasn't obvious what he was doing unless Gordon really thought about it.

His own chuckle was deep and filled with promise as he leaned against the table to lightly leer. "I'm liking the sound of that. You shouldn't bother putting your pants back on."

[trustycrowbar]

It didn't take a genius to figure out what Blaine was doing, but Gordon wasn't particularly squeamish about it. He does have the good graces to glance away for a moment, however. He eyes the trousers, puzzledly.

"You want to get out of here, right? I'm pretty sure I'll get written up if I walk out of here bare-assed."

[strategic_guile]

"If there were softer places to sit, I'd stay here," Blaine replied. He tossed the tissues into the trashcan and started to put on his pants. All they'd have to do is lock the door. The thrill of being caught was a bonus for the blonde, but he was sure it wasn't so much for the scientist.

Walking out from behind the table, he was doing his top button and finding any other articles of clothes that had been tossed away. His dressed almost as fast as he stripped, so soon he was saying, "Alright, let's go."