Quotes About Intimacy

For Christ's sake, Ian, he was stealing your cash! I hope you at least wore a raincoat, you feel me? Ian blinked. Why would I want a raincoat, Joel? I was having sex. Joel put his face in his hands, closed his eyes tight, and prayed that when he looked up and opened then Ian would be kidding. He wasn't

Green smiled at me, all that compassion in his eyes, and he cupped my face in his hands, as though it were delicate, and precious. "You must never leave me," he said solemnly. "You may take as many lovers as you want, but you must promise to always be here to make me feel like I can do all that needs to be done.

Right now, do you want to come up and... uhm... I´ve got movies! Or, uhm, a soda. Or... coffee. I´ve got coffee and biscotti! Or...." "Sex, Zach," Sean said soberly. "I think we can skip the preliminaries. We need to have sex.

Maybe that's why his lovers hadn't worked out so far. Maybe before you got someone who would fight to have you, you had to be ready to kill or die for them first.

Wanted you since before I knew you",he said softly. "You think I knit for just anyone?

He tasted like gingermint and chocolate kulfi and something stronger and more powerful, something like want and need, and Owen drank him in and gave him back, dying for him in the subjective three hours it took to get to Malcolm's door.

if I was gay, I'd… I'd be mesmerized by you. I'd listen to every word that fell out of your mouth like it was diamonds made of sound waves. I'd memorize the pattern of freckles on your back and spend months taking cooking classes just to find something you'd eat. You are kind, and you are funny, and you are brave, and any man who has you needs to see all that or he just isn't worth the laces in your combat boots, you hear me

Oh—and you need to work on making my opinion more important than Josh's, too. I know it's a stretch—he's your most intimate relationship to date, but when you're balls deep in my ass, I'd prefer you not be wondering if it counts as a workout.

When I sleep with someone, I need it to mean something. I need to know someone would look me in the eye and be there the next day, and the next week, and the next month. I'm not stupid—I know it doesn't always mean forever, but you have to at least think it could be forever. There's a possibility of forever before you even touch, or you're just touching to hurt yourself. I can't be just a quick fuck in the bathroom.

It was the same smile he used in bed with Crick--the gentle, sweet smile that made him look young and a little vulnerable. Crick turned the picture around, and Benny had written, I asked him to think of you.

Sometimes the things that went on between two people were so private and so painful the the rest of the world needed to reserve judgement.

I'm a real bastard without him," Jace apologized, and Nick gulped some water and nodded. "Yeah, I hear that. Why?" Jace looked at him in outrage because the question was… was self-explanatory. "Because! Because he's… he's Quent!

I will always take you home," he whispered, and Will framed his face with both hands and kissed him again.

Twenty-eight years, Kenny," Will panted. "Twenty-eight years thinking sex was for the lucky and the brave. Then I find out I can close my eyes, think of you, and become a frickin' god—now c'mon and make me a god!

You're gay!" she shrilled, and he pulled the phone away from his ear. "How in the hell do you know you're gay?" He smiled a little to himself. It was sort of private information, but he figured he owed her a little after the last four months. "Because when I look at pictures of naked men, my penis goes off like a roman candle," he said frankly, and that was when she hung up.

Surprisingly, their next kiss generated some heat, and the next, and the next, because touching Will without heat, without tenderness, without heart, turned out to be something Kenny absolutely could not do.

It was... it was like all the girls I was with. They were fun, and I liked their company, but their touch didn't... didn't make anything get warm. Didn't make it pop or zing or ache." The hand moved up to Talker's neck, so that his pulse throbbed against Brian's palm. "Didn't make me feel any of the things I feel when you touch me or smile or... you know, sing in the shower or leave your shoes in the hallway or have conversations with the rat when you think I can't hear you.

Jackson rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well you're not bad-looking, but you've got that stick up your ass and I always top. It'd get crowded, trust me.

Yeah, well you're not bad-looking, but you've got that stick up your ass and I always top. It'd get crowded, trust me. Now

I played this game for myself. Its all you've ever wanted me to do, and I did. And playing for me means you. It means you, and me, and the world can take a flying fuck. It means whatever we do for the rest of our lives, we do it forever, and we do it openly, and—

Taylor wanted it back, wanted a lover's touch on his body, wanted more. Wanted to open himself up to somebody who wouldn't hurt him, who would take care of him, who would catch him after he came apart.

Not like that," Ellery whispered, rubbing Jackson's lip with his thumb now. "Like… like you were fading from us, transparent. Like you had given up your body, your life with me, because it was just too damned hard." "It was hard," Jackson admitted.

stolen kisses.

Private Blood-loss