There really was going to be porn with this, I swear! *scritches head* Huh...
Mitchell had more than one reason for demanding a sofa for the living room when they went house hunting – past the whole not wanting to get a bad back thing from a futon, of course. If they had just one sofa, Mitchell had thought, then he’d have more opportunity to touch George in a sort of ‘accidentally on purpose’ kind of way. It was a very good plan, really.
And George was apparently fine with Mitchell propping his feet up in George’s lap. Mitchell, however, had envisaged it slightly differently – with his head in George’s lap for a start. The sofa wasn’t that comfortable after all.
So when George pointed out that it was his turn to fetch the biscuits from the kitchen one evening, Mitchell got up willingly and when he came back he sat, swivelled, and settled with his head on a nice, firm thigh. George didn’t so much as freeze underneath him, Mitchell thought mournfully, and he glared at the television and stole the biscuits back. It was as if George hadn't even noticed his change in position.
Maybe he should have pushed for a futon after all – at least that way they would have both had to lie down to be properly comfortable. There would have been more chances for a proper seduction then…
Mitchell’s glare faded when he felt a careful hand land gently on his head and George began stroking through his hair as Mitchell smiled and settled further into his relaxed sprawl. There was probably something to be said for taking things slow, he supposed.
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Re: Sofa, Being Human, Mitchell/George
Date: 2009-02-15 05:42 am (UTC)Mitchell had more than one reason for demanding a sofa for the living room when they went house hunting – past the whole not wanting to get a bad back thing from a futon, of course. If they had just one sofa, Mitchell had thought, then he’d have more opportunity to touch George in a sort of ‘accidentally on purpose’ kind of way. It was a very good plan, really.
And George was apparently fine with Mitchell propping his feet up in George’s lap. Mitchell, however, had envisaged it slightly differently – with his head in George’s lap for a start. The sofa wasn’t that comfortable after all.
So when George pointed out that it was his turn to fetch the biscuits from the kitchen one evening, Mitchell got up willingly and when he came back he sat, swivelled, and settled with his head on a nice, firm thigh. George didn’t so much as freeze underneath him, Mitchell thought mournfully, and he glared at the television and stole the biscuits back. It was as if George hadn't even noticed his change in position.
Maybe he should have pushed for a futon after all – at least that way they would have both had to lie down to be properly comfortable. There would have been more chances for a proper seduction then…
Mitchell’s glare faded when he felt a careful hand land gently on his head and George began stroking through his hair as Mitchell smiled and settled further into his relaxed sprawl. There was probably something to be said for taking things slow, he supposed.