[Once Clay finishes talking, he slides down the ladder, slowing down on the last few rungs to give a little jump off. He toes off his own shoes by the time Allen asks that question, and he pauses, feeling his cheeks burn at what he really wants to do.]
Uh. I...
[Oh man. First, Clay needs to stop feeling so embarrassed to even get the words properly out. He takes off his socks, letting them join his shoes, then moves to sit on the bed beside Allen as he sets his visor aside.]
I kind of want... [He bites his bottom lip, glancing away, before he ticks his gaze back up at him.] Hold on -
[Better to wipe away the embarrassing feelings by turning them into something else. With that in mind, Clay leans forward to kiss Allen, one hand lifting to cup his cheek as he ramps up the passion of the kiss. There we go, action is starting to make him feel not so awkward about his wants.]
action
Uh. I...
[Oh man. First, Clay needs to stop feeling so embarrassed to even get the words properly out. He takes off his socks, letting them join his shoes, then moves to sit on the bed beside Allen as he sets his visor aside.]
I kind of want... [He bites his bottom lip, glancing away, before he ticks his gaze back up at him.] Hold on -
[Better to wipe away the embarrassing feelings by turning them into something else. With that in mind, Clay leans forward to kiss Allen, one hand lifting to cup his cheek as he ramps up the passion of the kiss. There we go, action is starting to make him feel not so awkward about his wants.]