[And Clay's quick to put the ship into auto-pilot once he's there, and then he lets out a deep, long sigh, tapering it off with a bit of laughter.
Good lord, what is up with him? This isn't the way he thought he'd react to Allen using his strength for something like that, and he knows Allen didn't think he would either. Is it weird? It's weird to him. And of course the adrenaline is still playing a part, and of course he's still scared. That image of the gun being pointed at him and the terrifying feelings it produced probably won't leave him for a little while.
But god, the way Allen just effortlessly crushed that weapon, how he's just - how he's so strong and yet so gentle, so careful and caring with him... Clay knows that Allen could hold on to him too tightly, hurt him easily. But he didn't, he never has, and he never would, and Clay trusts that implicitly, could never doubt it.
Maybe that's why it's such a turn-on to him, he muses as he stops by the Lab Support area that they finally, finally have. There's so much power that Allen has, but Clay knows he'd never use it against anyone who didn't deserve it. He'd use them to protect them, and god, he can't help it. He wants to be held down, pushed to the limit, screwed so hard that he can barely even talk, let alone think after it -
And oh, that makes him cover his blushing face in his hand as he heads to his room with the supplies, already so turned on. He knows there's no one else on the ship, but he still hurries as if a crewmate will round the corner and see him in such an embarrassing state any moment now.
It doesn't take long for Clay to give a little knock on his door to let Allen know he's there, then open it up.]
Sorry - I'm still not really used to having a med bay. [And so maybe he got a little lost, but he still hurried, so it's not like he's late or anything.]
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Good lord, what is up with him? This isn't the way he thought he'd react to Allen using his strength for something like that, and he knows Allen didn't think he would either. Is it weird? It's weird to him. And of course the adrenaline is still playing a part, and of course he's still scared. That image of the gun being pointed at him and the terrifying feelings it produced probably won't leave him for a little while.
But god, the way Allen just effortlessly crushed that weapon, how he's just - how he's so strong and yet so gentle, so careful and caring with him... Clay knows that Allen could hold on to him too tightly, hurt him easily. But he didn't, he never has, and he never would, and Clay trusts that implicitly, could never doubt it.
Maybe that's why it's such a turn-on to him, he muses as he stops by the Lab Support area that they finally, finally have. There's so much power that Allen has, but Clay knows he'd never use it against anyone who didn't deserve it. He'd use them to protect them, and god, he can't help it. He wants to be held down, pushed to the limit, screwed so hard that he can barely even talk, let alone think after it -
And oh, that makes him cover his blushing face in his hand as he heads to his room with the supplies, already so turned on. He knows there's no one else on the ship, but he still hurries as if a crewmate will round the corner and see him in such an embarrassing state any moment now.
It doesn't take long for Clay to give a little knock on his door to let Allen know he's there, then open it up.]
Sorry - I'm still not really used to having a med bay. [And so maybe he got a little lost, but he still hurried, so it's not like he's late or anything.]