Tangent to a Surface on Ao3
John and Greg up against a wall, after a case. Casual, yeah, casual sounds perfect.
"Grinding, eh? My day," Greg said against the side of John’s head, “we called this a dry hump."
"Frottage," John corrected, adjusting his angle.
"Oh, hark at the posh lad," Greg mocked, and rocked a little bit, like he thought this was going to be subtle.
I often wish AO3 didn't use "relationship" for both "sex between these people" and "here's the relationship this is really about," because I never know how to tag stuff like this. This is like that time I wrote Giles/Ethan porn that was actually all about Giles being miserably in love with Buffy. Except this is upbeat, verging on fluffy.
Also, I was going to post this like, two hours ago, but I was all, "Fuck, how do you titles?" Still not happy with it.