Robb Stark & Aubrey Rois (sonofthenorth) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-08-30 01:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | robb stark, theon greyjoy |
Who: Lin & Aubrey when they were a couple.
What: Banter and wrestling.
Where: Their loft.
When: Backdated, about two years ago.
Warnings/Rating: Swearing and snark and fuzzy things.
If there was anything that Aubrey had learned in the span of the last three years that he’d spent with Lin in his life, in his loft, in his bed - it was that it was generally best not to argue with him. That was, unless Aubrey wanted to go prematurely bald from pulling his hair out in frustration. It wasn’t that Lin was especially good at making rational, logical arguments. He wasn’t. It had more to do with the fact that he often brought specifically child-like qualities to the argument that made it difficult to oppose him. In the same way that a little kid might present you with such a gem as ‘Well, I’m right because you’re stupid!’, Lin had clearly long since mastered the art of stopping any argument in its tracks if he wasn’t getting his way. Aubrey simply found it easier to make Lin happy by allowing him to get the last word in, and in this case he hadn’t even bothered putting up a fight. Lin wanted to go the movie festival, and so they went to the movie festival as soon as Aubrey got a day off. He’d even enjoyed himself, although his tastes tended to lay more along the lines of foreign art-house than retro nostalgia appreciation. It had to be said, though, that spending that many hours in a theatre seat (no matter how comfortable and padded) left a crucial part of his anatomy aching. It had been a relief to pull into the downstairs garage and get out of the driver’s seat to stretch his legs, and he would have gladly taken the stairs to get his blood flowing if Lin hadn’t given him the look that was always the precursor to his whining. So they took the elevator instead. Aubrey rubbed the back of Lin’s hand with his thumb and yawned, and fantasized about taking a hot shower and crawling under the cool duvet on their bed. When the elevator came to a rattling halt and he pulled the gate open, Lin immediately made a beeline for the couch, flopping down onto it with enough force to make Aubrey cringe inwardly. Yes, a couch that had cost more than most cars did should, ideally, be able to take some wear and tear without collapsing, but did he have to be so careless? Aubrey decided to ignore it. Lecturing Lin about going easy on the expensive furniture was only going to make him sound like his mother, and he could go without that particular shame this evening. He focused instead on following Lin’s example and slipping out of his soft gray cardigan, leaving him in a black t-shirt and fitted jeans. His shoes were also discarded, although he had the sense of mind to leave them carefully in the shoe rack by the door rather than on the floor where they could get scuffed. He wasn’t concerned with Lin’s shoes where they had been left in a pile, since the maid would probably pick them up when she visited tomorrow. Instead he only focused on the cheeky smile on Lin’s face where it had poked over the back of the couch. “You found me out,” he said, smirking and without an ounce of shame. “Did you have an out-of-body experience where you thought you were me and I was you? Because I totally did. Sitting there, crying like a little girl with a skinned knee while my stoic, handsome boyfriend held my hand and kept his mouth shut? Talk about a body swap.” Aubrey’s smile only widened into a grin as he said this, and he reached out to flick his finger against the tip of Lin’s nose and then quickly withdrawing it before retaliation could strike. He hopped over the back of the couch - being much more careful of the expensive Italian leather than a certain someone ever was - and slid down onto the cushions that weren’t occupied, reaching out and pulling Lin’s legs out from where they were tucked underneath him and moving them into his own lap. His hands began to rub over the other man’s calf muscles, absent-minded in his ministrations as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes for a minute. “That was a lot of fun. Thanks for demanding it.” There wasn’t enough time to try and avoid the flick aimed at his nose, so Lin closed his eyes quickly, more out of reflex than anything. He scrunched up his face and attempted to reach out and grab the offending finger, but Aubrey had anticipated his move and snatched his hand away. The cheater. The boy rubbed his stinging nose distractedly as his boyfriend vaulted over the couch, landing on the cushion nearby. Of course, if it had been Lin who’d jumped over the leather sofa, he’d be on the receiving end of a decidedly stern lecture right now. (You have to respect other people’s property, Lin! Blah, blah. Italian leather! Blah, blah, your shoes!) In fact, he could imagine the exact degree to which Aubrey’s lips would curve downward in a frown and how his hands would cut through the air in a series of irritated gestures. Lin laughed. “I don’t cry like a little girl,” he said with a scoff, allowing himself to be manhandled and positioned as Aubrey pleased. His legs were pulled across the man’s lap, which felt nice after hours of sitting cramped in the theater. Leaning back against the arm of the sofa, he quirked a very serious brow at his boyfriend. The hands felt good on Lin’s calves. “My crying is very masculine, thank you. I’m like the fucking Arnold Schwarzenegger of tears. Boo-hoo-hoo-hasta-la-vista, baby.” He pretended to cry like the Terminator might, head in his hands. After a moment, he peeked through splayed fingers. When Aubrey rested his head on the back of the sofa, Lin squirmed out of his grasp and shifted on his cushion until he was seated upright next to the other man. He wriggled under his arm, pushing it over his head and around his shoulders, and curled up against Aubrey. He felt like a cat. If only he could purr. God, life was hard sometimes. “Oh, please, Rois, I didn’t demand anything. I asked - I just asked with a period, instead of a question mark. And I happen to know that you had fun. Tears always mean someone’s having fun.” Though his voice was somewhat muffled by the soft material of Aubrey’s t-shirt, Lin spoke derisively. He reached out to wrap an arm around his boyfriend’s middle. Bliss. That’s really what it felt like, with Aubrey’s head tipped back against the couch and light filtering through his closed eyelids and his boyfriend’s warm, slender legs in his lap. His fingers and his thumbs plied at the tense muscles that he found hiding underneath the material of Lin’s pants and he gradually moved down to his socked feet, rubbing at the arch for a few moments before Lin started his latest impression and it was all Aubrey could do to keep from choking on the laugh that rose up and surprised him. Lin-as-Arnold was absolutely ridiculous, and fucking hilarious, and it made Aubrey want to smack him (playfully, for the most part) and kiss him at the same time. He cracked one eye open and watched the dramatic waterworks until Lin finally let up and peeked at him through his fingers. “Okay, that made you sound like an epileptic giant on meth,” he informed the other man with as much seriousness in his expression as he could muster. Then Lin was wriggling around and pulling his legs out of Aubrey’s lap and then he was right there, up close and personal where Aubrey could wrap his arm around Lin’s shoulder and gently rub at the back of his neck with his fingertips. He always loved the way that Lin needed to be wrapped around him, as close as physically possible, and he responded by sliding lower on the couch so that he was at a more comfortable snuggling level for his midget boyfriend. (The m-word was something that he only thought privately, of course, or else knew he would face penalty of death and serious glaring.) “I think you need to come up with some new standards for determining the ‘fun level’ of an activity, sweetheart,” he added, his voice practically dripping with his favourite smirky sort of sarcasm. With his hand at the back of Lin’s head he was able to thread his fingers through the other man’s hair, ever so gently gripping the back of his head and tilting it at just the perfect angle to allow him to capture Lin’s mouth in a slow, sweet kiss. The novelty of constantly making out with his boyfriend in movie theatres had worn off years ago, which meant they actually got to watch the films now, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t wanted to do this for hours. Aubrey could barely stand to look at that perpetual pout without wanting to kiss him, always - to taste him and claim him. His hand slipped down to the nape of Lin’s neck where his fingernails grazed over the man’s skin, and Aubrey’s free hand moved from his lap to cup the other’s cheek. Lin-as-Arnold couldn’t help but laugh at the (very serious) epileptic giant comment, as well as the choking sound that Aubrey emitted seconds prior. He made sure that he sounded very masculine and deep-voiced throughout - just like Arnold would, of course. (From the outside, the choppy laughter likely came off more like a robot’s eerie approximation of a human emotion that was off by just that much, but there wasn’t much that could be done for it.) After finishing, he grinned cheekily at his boyfriend, who sat with one skeptical eye open. Lin lifted his shoulders in an easy shrug as he repositioned himself. “Whatever. What is Ahnold but an epileptic giant on meth, anyway?” The question was rhetorical. He didn’t really want an answer. What he wanted was to lie here, curled against Aubrey, with the man’s fingers playing lightly on his neck - as they were doing now, coincidentally. Lin smiled happily and nuzzled closer, pushing his nose into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, as Aubrey sank lower in the sofa. There were a few quiet seconds of the other man working his fingers through Lin’s dark hair and Lin sitting, eyes closed, breathing the different scents that lived in the fabric of the his dark t-shirt and on his skin, warm against Lin’s own. He smelled familiar, clean and comfortable; there were hints of his cologne, vague traces of smoke. Neither was overwhelming or strong, but both were subtle and present. In a word: perfect. As Aubrey’s grip tightened and he tipped Lin’s head up, the boy opened his eyes. Lin almost said something. He knew there was some half-formed retort he’d meant to say minutes ago. Something about tears. But it didn’t matter now. Not when Aubrey kissed him, not when he was so close. It was all Lin could do not to try to press himself closer, as he was so often wont to do. Instead he let Aubrey hold him and allowed himself to simply relish the varying sensations flooding his nervous system - his boyfriend’s fingers on his cheek and the nape of his neck, his lips interlocked Aubrey’s, and the spread of warmth that washed over him like a tidal wave, creeping up his neck and rushing to his lips. And though embraces of this kind were not an uncommon occurrence, every time Lin found himself locked in Aubrey’s arms like this, his stomach couldn’t help but churn as it did now. It made him feel like a child, honestly, but he liked it. When the kiss was over and their lips parted, the boy spent a moment simply looking at the man whose face was inches from his own. He studied the blue eyes that gazed back at him, the shape of his lips. His heart did a little number in his chest, and he got that sudden, welling feeling, where in his head - in his stomach - in his heart - his hands, eyes, everywhere, all he could think was that he loved this man. It was a bit overwhelming. “You’re not crying,” Lin said almost plaintively, his voice worried and his brows knitted together. He cocked his head slightly. “Aren’t you having fun?” “Oh, I am crying buckets on the inside,” he said with an reassuring smile, moving his hands to Lin’s hips and pulling the younger man unceremoniously into his lap. Usually if Lin was talking too much Aubrey would just kiss him to get him to shut the hell up, but he was feeling playful this time. “Haven’t you heard the expression, ‘buckets of fun’? Those two are totally related.” Aubrey hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of Lin’s pants, leaning back on the couch again with a soft, contented sigh. His fingers gripped tight at the other man’s hips and his smile was lazy as his eyes traced along the half-inch of exposed flesh where the hem of Lin’s shirt rode up on his stomach. He was tempted to drag his nails gently along the skin there and see how long it would take to have Lin collapsed in a fit of laughter from being tickled, but decided he would save that for later. Right now, all he wanted to do was stare at the man who was his. “If it’ll make you have more fun, I’ve got some onions in the fridge that I am more than willing to chop under your nose. You know that I am an extremely generous boyfriend who would do anything for you.” “Oh, totally,” Lin agreed from his new position atop his boyfriend’s rather comfortable lap, his legs crooked on either side of the man. He shifted a little and smiled down at Aubrey, winding his hands behind the man’s neck for support. Idly, he noted the paleness of his boyfriend’s throat and how nicely it contrasted with the darker skin of his own wrists. Unthreading his fingers for a moment, he lightly brushed the side of Aubrey’s neck, tracing a swerving line down and over his clavicle, before meeting the man’s eyes. He offered a gleeful sort of grin. Honestly, he didn’t mind being moved here and there like some great puppet. He was happy to go wherever he was put. It didn’t mean he would necessarily stay there for long, of course, but Aubrey’s lap was high on his list of preferred places to be stuck. He was warm and smelled good. His lap would do for now. “Oh, Aubrey, you sure do know how to show a fella a good time,” gushed Lin, sounding positively adoring and thrilled, pulling himself close to the other man. He put a hand on each of Aubrey’s stubbled cheeks and pressed a jubilant, chaste kiss on his lips. After sitting back up a bit, he smoothed down the fabric of Aubrey’s shirt where it puckered over his chest. His tone turned serious. “That said, I prefer the real thing. After all, it’s not just the tears, but the emotions behind them. Like happiness. And terror.” The boy smiled innocently and kissed Aubrey for a second time. It was all he could do to respond to the faux-cheerful attitude that Lin adopted so wholeheartedly, and even after the sweet kiss was planted on his lips he found it hard to take the younger man seriously in the way that it really mattered. Aubrey felt the gentle scrape of Lin’s hand against his beard and then the deliberate smoothing of his shirt against his chest, while Lin’s voice turned both serious and light at the same time. “You know,” he began with a crooked smile, moving both hands around to press against Lin’s lower back. “You should be grateful. Somehow I have managed to not be scared away by your frightening displays of terror-appreciation.” Aubrey’s smile widened and his fingers tensed against the muscles at the small of Lin’s back, where he held tight and supported the younger man as he hauled Lin up and onto his back on the couch. Aubrey’s legs found strategic purchase on either side of Lin’s knees and he had him pinned against the expensive leather cushions of the couch, each hand beside Lin’s head. “You look so much better when you’re actually shutting up,” he purred softly, the corners of his lips curling into a smile. His knee found its way between Lin’s thighs and his lowered just enough of his body weight onto the younger man’s frame so that he could keep him in place, very gently rocking his hips against Lin’s, teasing and holding him tight with warm hands. Ready to protest, Lin planted his palms on Aubrey's chest. His expression was purposefully cross as he opened his mouth to say, "I am grateful, you big-" The words he meant to say escaped him as his back hit the cushions and let out an involuntary "oof!" In one swift movement, the room rearranged itself radically and the boy found himself on his back, eyes wide with surprise, with his boyfriend looming over him, pinning him to the leather cushions that cost more than he made in a year. It wasn't the first time the two men had been entangled in such a way on the sofa, of course. The couch had seen as much as any couch, but, like every time he was thrown about, it took Lin a moment to gather his wits. He blinked up at Aubrey, a dazed smile forming on his lips as the older man pressed down on him - in a not entirely unpleasant way. Lin thought about squirming and making a run for it, but the more Aubrey bore down on him, the more inclined he was to stay right where he was. An immediate flush colored his cheeks, the applied pressure of his boyfriend's hips against his helping not a bit. It was even - for a moment - hard for the boy to think of a retort to Aubrey's comment, so focused was he on the want growing low in his belly. He let out an annoyed sort of sound, obviously irked by the firm hands that held him captive and still. Snaking his arms slowly around the man's neck, Lin looked up at him reproachfully. "You're such a fucking tease." Aubrey smirked, again, something borrowed right out of Lin’s book and put to his own particular uses. He was quite familiar with all the various sounds that Lin made when he was annoyed (they were almost as numerous as the sounds that he made when he was horny, and far more amusing at times), and in this instance it sounded like the non-verbal equivalent of a frustrated expletive. “Oh, sweetheart,” he began with a patently innocent expression fixed in place, lowering his hips completely until Lin was pinned under his weight from the waist down. “That’s hardly fair, is it? A tease never delivers, whereas I -” he moved one hand to cradle the back of Lin’s neck and squeezed very gently, leaning in graze his lips over the shell of Lin’s ear and lowering his voice to a whisper. “ - always deliver.” Aubrey’s eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline with the intensity of his comically suggestive expression, briefly licking his lip and winking before he sat up and simply straddled the other man’s hips. “You know what?” He asked at a normal volume, reaching out to smooth Lin’s hair back from his face. “I take it back. You look much better when you’re shutting up and turning all red and spastic.” Quite often, in fact, a good number of Lin’s utterances of annoyance doubled as sounds he made when he was horny - because sometimes, horny and annoyed were the same goddamned thing. Like, I don’t know, right now. Maybe this was how he made Aubrey feel. Lin thought on that for a quarter of a second before the pressure of his boyfriend’s hips on his was too distracting. More flares of want and heat sprang up in him, even as his skin broke out in goosebumps when Aubrey spoke low in his ear, and moved his hand around Lin’s neck. - It was actually kind of embarrassing how quickly his body reacted to everything, but his ears and neck, in particular, were sensitive, some might say erogenous, areas. How irritating it was, then, when someone merely wanted to share a secret, and he was suddenly covered in goosebumps, his cheeks redder than apples. Right now, however, it was at least fitting. Though the other man drew back before Lin could do much. That was frustrating and the groan that it elicited from Lin was just that. Under normal, not-being-sexually-frustrated-by-one’s-b “I wouldn’t call this ‘delivering.’ Don’t make me cry more Terminator tears or crush you with my brute Austrian strength,” he said by way of warning, finishing the sentence in a Schwarzeneggerian accent, still trying to shove the other man. Aubrey’s hand came in close, ostensibly to touch Lin’s hair, but the boy saw his chance. He snapped at it with his teeth - he missed, but at least now the man would think twice about trying that again. (Not that it would surprise Aubrey that Lin was trying to bite him. It was a pretty frequent response of his to all manner of stimuli. Was that weird? Well, whatever.) Still - no matter how much he even tried to squirm, Aubrey had him firmly caught against the cushions, like a fucking butterfly pinned for display. Goddammit. And here he’d been hoping he could overpower the other man. Of course Aubrey had been expecting Lin to try and bite him. Lin always tried to bite him, regardless of their situation or the sort of mood he was in, and Lin always underestimated the strength of his snapping mouth and as result Aubrey had his fair share of half-moon scars on his fingers and hands. Almost as if he lived with an ill-tempered shark or a senior with malfunctioning dentures. Or just an orally-fixated boyfriend who didn’t always acquiesce to playing the submissive role in a situation. Generally, Aubrey found it adorable. He was faster than Lin, anyway. Let the boy try to bite him if it kept the constant stream of snark and sarcasm at bay for a while, however briefly. Tonight, however - well, suffice to say that he didn’t feel like nursing a bloody wound after a long and strenuous day of sitting and watching movies. “And what exactly would you call ‘delivering’, sweetheart?” Aubrey’s voice dropped back into the register that most resembled a seductive purr, with his voice rumbling in his chest and his lips flushed with arousal. “You love to complain about everything, so why don’t you try making a real suggestion?” And with that, Aubrey decided that he could afford to have the tables turned - that, in fact, it might by wiser to turn them himself rather than waiting for Lin’s pathetic attempt to do so. It was without warning or flourish that Aubrey grabbed hold of his boyfriend and rolled them off the couch together, absorbing the impact as he landed with his back against the floor and his breath catching temporarily in his throat with a whoosh. He took a moment, his hands moving to Lin’s hips where they were pressed against his own and shooting the younger man a most satisfactory, smirky look. Had he been asked, Lin would’ve preferred a comparison to a cat and its claws than a geriatric individual with false teeth on the fritz or an irascible shark. Firstly, he was far too young to be like an elderly person in many ways; secondly, sharks were sort of weird looking; and thirdly, he liked cats and he liked himself, for the most part, so it seemed the obvious choice. He would settle for orally-fixated boyfriend, as well. - But Aubrey didn’t bother with his opinion. Instead, he opted for throwing the pair of them off the couch, because a good captain always goes down with his ship, or - more likely - he probably hoped he'd knock his boyfriend unconscious and then could go about doing whatever the fuck it was Aubrey did by himself. Probably something boring. Fucking Tai Chi or something. Before being thrown overboard, Lin had gazed at the other man perched atop him, fingers still splayed wide against his chest. He arched a brow and pursed his lips, before gracing Aubrey with a very meaningful look. “Do you call it delivery, I wonder, when UPS calls you to tell you they have your package at the facility, but, haha, come get and it?” There was no time for an answer, because that’s when they tipped forcefully over the edge of the sofa and onto the floor, ending up, somehow, with Lin on top of Aubrey. Momentarily stunned once again, the boy peered down with unfocused eyes as he reoriented himself, and as the other man regained his breath. As hands slid to his hips, Lin laughed and moved in close to Aubrey's smirk. He laid completely on top of his boyfriend, fingers laced together and laid on Aubrey's chest, resting his chin on top. He returned the sly smile and, after lying still for a moment, pushed himself upright, so he was straddling the other man. Now it was Lin's turn to slowly bring his hands down the length of Aubrey's torso, fingers lightly dusting his t-shirt and exposed skin. Heaving a sigh, the boy flicked his dark eyes up to his boyfriend's, then looked back to his hands where they hung, poised over the fly of Aubrey's fancy trousers. His hands inched forward, as if to begin unbuttoning, but then paused, mere centimeters away. He drew his left hand to his chin and brushed his bottom lip with the tips of his fingers and thumb, as was a habit of his when he was lost in thought. After giving Aubrey a second brief glance, he resettled himself on his boyfriend's chest, head positioned over his heart, mostly sprawled atop him. Lin idly traced shapes on the man's right pec, but he didn't say anything. Truth be told, Aubrey had actually seriously considered knocking Lin unconscious on more than one occasion - usually when he had decided to give a dissertation on the comparable merits of root beer vs. Dr Pepper at five-thirty in the morning. Generally his fantasies involved hitting the petite brunette over the head with the alarm clock or smothering him with a pillow, and ended with Aubrey either kissing him or feeding him in order to occupy the ever-running mouth long enough to allow him to sleep or get the laundry done or whatever activity Lin had been inspired to interrupt. This time, however, his motives were more along the lines of putting all of Lin’s whining and complaining to the test. He laughed softly once he’d regained his breath and felt his skin heat up under his clothes in every place that those fingers touched, but his only response to Lin’s ministrations involved a gracefully-arched brow and a twitch at the corners of his mouth. As the silence continued marching on into the night, Lin, turning to rest his chin on his boyfriend’s chest, moved his eyes from Aubrey’s quirked brow to the beginnings of what was most assuredly a smirk. He squinted as he laid parallel atop the other man. Then, he smiled and, lifting his chin and planting his palms firmly, sat up once again. “My suggestion,” he said loudly and loftily, after clearing his throat theatrically. He paused to give the man below him a long, meaningful look, while simultaneously, subtly inching his left hand up from Aubrey’s chest toward his mouth. Here was to hoping the other man was too preoccupied trying to figure out what Lin was going to say to pay much attention to the straying hand. “Is that you and I...” There was another pause as the boy gave a sly smile, dropping his eyes from Aubrey’s briefly. Now it was Lin’s turn to strategically position himself, as he straddled the other man, until he could successfully tease his boyfriend with a bit of applied pressure of hips on hips - then stop. He cocked his head to the right and raised his eyebrows suggestively. “Discuss the various theories of admixture of Neanderthals -” He touched a finger to Aubrey’s chest, then gestured to himself. “And homo erectus.” It was then that Lin’s traveling hand clamped down tightly on the other man’s mouth. That would keep him quiet. He laughed. If Aubrey could have groaned and given his trademarked eye-roll to his boyfriend in that very instant, he would have done so. In a heartbeat. As it was, all he could do was shake his head as emphatically as he could underneath the pressure of Lin’s hand and make some sort of vague sound of protestation against the palm that smothered his mouth. A whole day of Aubrey oh-so-generously attending a film festival and Lin couldn’t even be bothered to appreciate how much sacrifice that took? Instead he was being punished with extreme brattiness and Ahnold impressions. Aubrey had given up attending three separate parties in order to spend time at Lin’s favourite theatre (and maybe they were lame parties anyway and he would rather have spent time with his boyfriend anyway, but that was beside the point, so hush), and he hadn’t even complained once. He’d thought about it, but in the end he had kept quiet. That dick. Aubrey smacked Lin’s hand away without ceremony or explanation, his muscles twitching into action almost without any thought required - with a quick (and gentle) cross-cut to Lin’s wrist he freed his mouth, gathering the younger man’s slender arm in his grasp and twisting until Lin was pulled away from Aubrey’s waist. Aubrey hooked one leg around the back of Lin’s calf and then with a swift and simple buck of his hips he was able to deflect his lover’s ministrations. “Say erectus one more time,” he breathed out with a laugh. Lin thought it was funny - seriously, homo erectus? Comic fucking gold -, but apparently, he was alone in his assessment. In the span of time it took to blink an eye, Aubrey had beaten back his boyfriend's hand and then contorted the smaller man into a supremely uncomfortable position, caught by the wrist, arm pretzeled behind his back. There were mere inches between his face and Aubrey's. With a pained smile and a grunt, each word spoken slowly as if a sentence unto itself, Lin was able to say: "Didn't think it was funny, eh? I should've known." He tried to laugh, though the sounds came out more like sad wheezes, as he struggled against his captor's grip, but finding himself held fast, he gave up. "Too highbrow." Idly, the boy wondered if this was what it felt like to have one's shoulder set afire. A burning sensation - that likely denoted muscle tearing - seared his shoulder and his wrist chafed in Aubrey's hand. It occurred to him then that maybe his 'highbrow' pun (see, because Neanderthals had crazy foreheads) was lost on his boyfriend. And, to be fair, Lin wasn't aware of the parties Aubrey had missed on his behalf. And while he was pleased and grateful that they had been able to spend the day together, he had already said his thank yous, thank you. There was no use in repeating himself. Unless dared. Raising an eyebrow, Lin looked down at his boyfriend as the man all but dared him to say 'erectus' once more. What was Aubrey going to do? Break his arm? Buy him a vanilla milkshake instead of a chocolate one? Honestly. Shooting the other man a sly look, he asked in a still ragged voice, "How many dogs are we daring here? Three or more. S'my minimum." For a moment, Aubrey worried that he’d really managed to hurt Lin. The slight grimace that flashed across his features and the pained falter in his voice when he spoke - Aubrey released his arm as soon as the younger man struggled and would have demanded to know if he was okay, if Lin hadn’t begun to speak. Too highbrow, my ass. Lin’s provocations should have been met with nothing more than a withering look. They were both tired to begin with after a long day, and Aubrey’s playful mood was slowly but surely being exhausted by Lin’s antics with each passing minute. Unfortunately for Aubrey, his boyfriend had an innate ability to sense when his patience was wearing down and was drawn to it like a shark to a drop of blood in the ocean. (Minus the gills, but not the biting.) Instead, Aubrey decided to silence him in the quickest manner possible. While it was true that kissing him was usually the best way to occupy his mouth, sometimes it was necessary to pull out the big guns. “You know sweetheart, I was going to ask if I hurt you with my superior strength and reflexes,” he said with an artful arch in one eyebrow, rubbing Lin’s shoulder for a moment where he thought he might have hurt it before he moved both hands down to the younger man’s hips. He lingered there for a moment, thumbs brushing over the strip of skin that was exposed above Lin’s waistband, before unceremoniously popping open the top button of his fly and sliding one hand inside his pants. “Now I don’t really care so much.” Certainly Lin wasn't the only human being (that is, homo sapien) who gleaned joy from the irritation of others - especially significant others, was he? There was so much fun to be had. And, of course, if it was to be had, the boy had to take it. He couldn't let it go to waste. - And right now, as Aubrey's beautiful eyebrow arced and his unimpressed expression showed, fun was, currently, ripe for the picking. So pick it he would. Accepting the gentle shoulder rub, the boy smiled coyly, looking at his boyfriend through his eyelashes. A quip was there, on the tip of his tongue. Lin was revved up and ready to go. But then, there was a small pop and suddenly he didn't care anymore. Aubrey's hand was surprisingly, pleasantly warm. The usual flush colored the boy's face as he leaned down and in, his grin turning lazy. This time it was Lin who initiated the kiss, though he was feeling a touch more feral than gentle, and such was reflected in his actions. His own hands took hold of Aubrey's soft black t-shirt as he brought his lips to the other man's somewhat forcefully, moving quickly to deepen the kiss. After all, he never could have a lukewarm reaction to anything. Lin was either fully on or fully off. Though the younger man didn't yet know it, Aubrey's plan had been perfectly executed. The boy said not a word. |