[In the movies, the hero picks up the helpless lady love interest and hoists her aloft in a princess carry. The earth falls away as they soar higher and higher, and Hollywood doesn't take into account things like air pressure or how cold it gets when you climb towards the stars. Sam isn't taking him that high, but he may as well be shooting out of the stratosphere. Kavinsky isn't being carried, but he hasn't dreamt up a parachute to prevent himself from falling down to an unsatisfying, sickly splat of a death.
He'll never admit that his first instinct was to hug his arms around Sam's neck in a vice of limbs, breath hot and--for so little time it can't count--frantic against the older man's jaw. Then he remembers that it isn't very Kavinsky-like to start clutching and scrabbling. He did ask for a thrill and the initial rush is usually the best part. He's just used to it more on the horizontal than the vertical.
Like he's some dumbass riding bitch on a motorcycle for the first time, he hung on too hard, and he's doing his best to plaster up indifference over the fine layer of embarrassment. His hands slide back until they're settled light and casual on Sam's shoulders, for lack of anywhere better to go.
To prove himself, he's looking down instead of at Sam. The hand on his cheek wants him to return his attention, but first he has to make it clear it's not like he was scared. Tad surprised, that's all.]
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He'll never admit that his first instinct was to hug his arms around Sam's neck in a vice of limbs, breath hot and--for so little time it can't count--frantic against the older man's jaw. Then he remembers that it isn't very Kavinsky-like to start clutching and scrabbling. He did ask for a thrill and the initial rush is usually the best part. He's just used to it more on the horizontal than the vertical.
Like he's some dumbass riding bitch on a motorcycle for the first time, he hung on too hard, and he's doing his best to plaster up indifference over the fine layer of embarrassment. His hands slide back until they're settled light and casual on Sam's shoulders, for lack of anywhere better to go.
To prove himself, he's looking down instead of at Sam. The hand on his cheek wants him to return his attention, but first he has to make it clear it's not like he was scared. Tad surprised, that's all.]
Trust you to make dying sound gay. Nice view.