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Duck peels himself away from Geoffrey, snatching up his hand to tug him along the side of the building. It's dark, and the shadows are deep and tempting, but if they stop again they're gonna stay, and that won't do ( Read more... )

Duck doesn't know why he's so antsy. As far as he knows, Donald hasn't asked her yet, and as far as Duck knows, he couldn't stop him if he wanted to, which Duck's not sure he does. If this is what it takes for her to be happy, he'll learn to live with it, whether it's a damned premature idea or not ( Read more... )

continued from hereHe isn't sure what's gotten into Duck, but he's pretty sure he likes it and trusts Duck to find them someplace that Geoffrey can get some practice doing some things he's never, ever actually going to try at a Council meeting ( Read more... )

"It's a little bit like a present," says Geoffrey, helping him with the next one, "since I didn't give you much unwrapping to do with the other one ( Read more... )

Geoffrey is late.

Duck isn't so much pissed about it as he is uncomfortable. Two more hours in the hot sun, hammering away at nails when he'd rather be nailing something else, and Duck's hot and bothered in about as many ways as a man can be ( Read more... )

Duck wakes up late, for once, though the light coming through the slats of their home is only just becoming golden. He stretches slowly, yawning, and after a glimpse of Geoffrey's peaceful, sleeping face, decides to add a few more minutes to an already late start. He reaches out, draping an arm gently over Geoffrey's middle, and snuggles him ( Read more... )

Duck does his level best on the way home from the party. Geoffrey's carrying their plate of leftovers - kebabs, cake, and fruit precariously balanced, and Duck tries to respect that. But the end of Geoffrey's pink tongue is poking out at the corner of his mouth, and Duck can't stop sneaking glances ( Read more... )

It's been a long day, and a good one, too, but still Duck nearly cries in relief when the hut comes into view. The play has come, an astounding achievement in a place like this, and it's gone, in a flurry of congratulations and handshakes and excited speeches. Geoffrey seems to know everyone on the island, and each was eager to congratulate him ( Read more... )

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It's becoming terribly hard to keep his hands to himself, and Duck finds he can't quite manage it. The towel is soft under his fingertips as they graze along the length of Geoffrey's thighs. Eventually both thumbs come to rest at Geoffrey's waist, pressing gently into the indentations of his hips.

"You want to hear about mine ( Read more... )