"What's wrong with the living room floor?" Gael asked, an amused expression on his face as he leaned back against the chair behind him. He reached out to the crouched guardsman and ran his fingers over the now exposed skin on the man's leg. "I mean, it does have a very nice rug....a nice couch. Chairs. You might not want to let guest sit on them after we were done. Not without a good steam cleaning first, at least."

Still, Gael shifted up to his knees, arms slipping up and around Carlos' neck as he pressed his lips up against the other man's. He kissed him deep, fingers sliding into Carlos' hair as he tried to push as much of his body against the other man's as he could. "Take me to bed, soldier. I might run away if you don't."