Codeine | Ciaran Robiquet (kodeine) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2015-06-08 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | codeine, lachlan blackwood |
WHO: Codeine (Ciaran) and Lachlan Blackwood
WHAT: Being boyfrands
WHEN: Monday, after Codeine commented to Diana
WHERE: Their fucking gigantic apartment
WARNINGS:
"You're starin' again."
Ciaran glanced towards the voice, the slight Scottish brogue bringing a slight smile to his face. "Was I?" he asked, though he knew full well he had been staring out the window for nearly fifteen minutes now. Their apartment looked over Central Park and Ciaran had been imagining the people down below, spending their afternoon walking near the water. "Sorry."
"Don't apologise." Ciaran watched his boyfriend rise from the sofa and ease himself onto the chaise lounge directly beside him. The other man's arms wrapped around Ciaran, and he smiled. "I'll just have to distract you."
"And how would you do that?" Ciaran asked Lachlan, his lips curling upwards.
"Well," Lachlan screwed up his face, clearly trying to appear as studious as he could, as if he would considering a great many things he could do to distract Ciaran, other than sex. "-I could sweep all the things off the desk and take you over it, but then you'll bitch about the mess. On the floor, not- Not the mess of-" Lachlan closed his eyes and Ciaran couldn't help but laugh.
"You're right, I would bitch about the mess," he said, kindly letting Lachlan's awkwardness go unmentioned. His face sobered a moment later though, when he admitted, "I spoke to my family today."
Lachlan stiffened as much as Ciaran was sure he was trying to hide it. "I- Oh?" he asked, his voice shaking a little.
"Hey-" Ciaran leaned forward and buried his face in the other man's hair. "They don't know about you. They won't know about you, okay? You're safe." Ciaran would do anything he had to to keep Lachlan safe. He was all too aware that if his sister found out Ciaran was harbouring an ex-addict of hers, she wouldn't take it too kindly. "You're safe here. I'm going to dinner with them, but they won't come here. I'm going to theirs."
There was no doubt Lachlan was still shaken, but he turned his face towards Ciaran's and accepted the other man's kiss. "I trust you," he whispered quietly. "I'm just-"
"I know," Ciaran interrupted. "Look- You want to desk sweep? I promise I won't bitch, just this once."
At that, Lachlan snorted and shook his head. "Well, there's an offer if ever I heard one? Are you sure though, I don't think you're capable of not being fussy." And there was the impish grin Ciaran loved so much. Everything was going to be fine.
"Oh!" Ciaran cried, pretending to be offended. "I am not fussy, I am particular."
"Fussy. Fussy fussbudget," Lachlan said, standing and pulling his shirt off, which he promptly discarded onto the floor. Then he grinned and watched Ciaran, waiting for something. And as much as Ciaran wanted to ignore it, he couldn't help it. He leaned forward and picked up the shirt.
"Oh ho! Two seconds, Mr Robiquet! You couldn't leave it there longer than two seconds!" As Lachlan gloated, he did a little shimmy and removed his jeans, discarding them as well.
"You know, as much as I hate mess, I have to say I'm still enjoying the show," Ciaran said with a laugh as he stood to retrieve the jeans as well.
Lachlan smiled and shook his ass, which was now only clad in his bright green boxer briefs. Then he turned, knocked a pen off the desk to his right, and darted towards the bedroom.
"You're a terrible house guest!" Ciaran called after Lachlan, as he picked up the pen and followed his boyfriend. In the doorway to the bedroom, he found the boxer briefs. Lachlan had jumped into their bed and pulled the covers up to his eyes, though they were glinting in mischievous fashion.
Ciaran gazed at his boyfriend a moment longer and then laughed. "You know what?" he asked, causing Lachlan to lower the covers a little. "Fuck it." And with that, he tossed the accumulated clothes (and pen) over his shoulder and dove towards the bed. Lachlan squealed with glee, and that was all Ciaran needed to hear.