Freelancer New York (freelancer_york) wrote in elsewhere_rpg, @ 2017-12-01 22:41:00 |
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Last night, York, Delta and Theta (and, let’s face it, Ed too) had agreed that the blonde Spartan needed some proper rest. Delta had volunteered to be removed and Theta had offered to help try and keep York to sleep once Delta put him out (by not talking and keeping to himself as best he could). So over the last few hours, the green AI had been keeping the Alchemist company with all sorts of discussions, he’d even discussed Alchemy with him-- at length. Really, Delta was exceptional. But eventually, York was waking and Delta alerted the younger blonde, who had gone to climb into the bed with him so he wouldn’t be alone. When that single blue eye opened, it tried to focus on the face across from him but couldn’t. Thankfully, Theta supplied that it was Ed, but the childlike AI wasn’t programmed to help the injured Spartan see, so all he got was blurry shapes. “Hey there.” He greeted, stretching just a little, then reaching out to catch Ed’s chin and draw him in for a short kiss. “Did you take a nap, too?” --- For the last little while he watched York sleep, and discovered just how boring it was to watch people do that. At the same time he really hadn’t been able to focus on anything else though. He’d tried just reading but found his mind wandering off in all directions. He tried to go outside but didn’t actually want to. So he ended up there by York’s side just watching. Occasionally he’d lay against him, but it was a bit awkward that way when York didn’t respond considering the heavy sleep he was under. Ed wasn’t used to him sleeping that deep, so he just went back to watching over him. A book near by that he’d been doodling in again. When York did finally wake, Ed could only give a slightly concerned smile as he was drawn in and returned that kiss. “Nah, couldn’t really.” He’d tried, but there were too many things floating around in his head-and none of them good. “How are you feeling?” He touched his cheek with his thumb and lowered his hand after that. -- “Mm, I feel good.” He didn’t. He felt better than he had, but that wasn’t saying much. “But I really have to get up.” The Spartan needed to pee-- understandably. So he’d take another kiss, then push up onto his elbow and roll. Except he didn’t roll to the other side of the bed, he rolled to Ed, which pushed the younger blonde onto his back and allowed York to settle atop him briefly. He’d spread his legs, however, so his knees fell to either side of the Alchemist’s thighs, and his elbows propped just above the young man’s shoulders, so he could hold most of his own (greater) weight. But they were still flush together from chest to groin. Ed would do best to ignore the insistent press of something large against him. “You didn’t stay here and watch me while I slept, did you? That’s a little creepy and stalkerish.” He was smiling as he said it, though. --- Ed didn’t complain much when York needed to get up, he had actually slept so he felt a little better about things. Even if it hadn’t been him sleeping. York had needed it, and maybe would start to feel a little better over time. Especially now that he was holding onto Delta. He hadn’t removed him once yet since he took the AI from York and he didn’t plan to. He’d even took it a step further and attached Delta to a string and hung him around his neck while York had been out. His hand gently cupped York’s jawline as he came in for that kiss but then lowered as he pulled away and waited. As he returned and nudged him over, Ed looked up at him and reached to touch his face again. What, he’d missed him. He was trying to ignore that certain muscle pressing there. But his own body was reacting in turn. How annoying, the things York could do to him without even really taking it further. “Not the whole time. I made food again at some point. It should still be warm.” He’d been given a clay pot from one of the villagers whom he’d done some work for days back. --- “You’re so good to me. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you.” Taking another short, gentle kiss, the Spartan pushed to stand and would carefully climb from the bed. Surely Ed would note that he was moving.. Differently. His steps weren’t as sure, he was shuffling his feet just some. It looked a little like he was feeling some sort of discomfort. But he made it into the bathroom okay, a hand coming out to touch the wall before he moved through the doorway and inside. After a flush and the sink running, he came back out and would jerk his head towards the door of the bedroom. “C’mon, let’s go eat, then.” With that, he’d be headed for the door, pausing to wait for Ed to get up. Once he did, the Spartan was turning to exit the room, and with the hallway being the same color as the bedroom, and with no lights on, he couldn’t tell the hall wall from the wall next to the door, and he thought the entire thing was the doorway. Gracelessly, York walked right into that wall-- not straight on, really, but more he thought the doorway was wider and his shoulder, arm, and half his chest slammed into the wall instead of making it through. He flinched slightly and pushed himself away from it, moving into the hallway and rubbing at his shoulder. “How long has that wall been there?” He complained with a little grin back at Ed. This was gonna suck. Normally North could be his eyes if he was without Delta. But North was gone. --- That moment of their bodies touching again was way too short. Why the hell did he have to mention food? Ed sighed as York got up again and he pushed himself onto his own elbow to watch him re-emerge from the bathroom. Even if he mentally wasn’t feeling that great still at least he’d gotten some physical rest. Ed felt a bit better about that. At least he wouldn’t be as mentally unstable as he’d seemed the last few days. He gave him an exasperated look as he hit the wall, and the blonde got up to take his hand. “As long as we’ve had this place. Here.” He held his own just under Yorks to hold it. He would help him get to the kitchen area easily enough. If he had Delta apparently York couldn’t see well, he didn’t think about that part. “You’re hopeless.” He laughed slightly as he lead him toward the chair, feeling a bit like a housewife leading her husband around again and making a face as that comparison kept popping into his head. “It’s a stew, nothing really complicated..” Apparently to Ed, cooking was also just as easy as alchemy. Stews actually took quite a bit of time. He poured him a bowl. “There’s beef in it.” Ed wouldn’t be eating it, but he knew York liked meat still. He’d made it for him. --- “Yeah, maybe.” Maybe he was hopeless. “But thankfully I have you to take care of me.” He gave that hand a tug so he could pull Ed in against him for a brief kiss to his mouth. “Tell me.” The Spartan insisted once they were in the kitchen. And only after he got his response, did he take up a spot at the table and allow the younger blonde to make him a bowl of stew. He couldn’t have poured himself a bowl if he’d had to, he’d have spilled it everywhere. Without Delta, he had no depth perception. He had no real vision. He had in the beginning, but it had gotten progressively worse over time. Delta had warned him he’d lose sight in the other eye in the matter of a year or so. York hadn’t expected he’d live that long (and, well, he hadn’t..). But now? Well, if they stayed here, there was a chance he could live that long and go blind entirely. It wouldn’t be that bad as long as he had Delta. “Eat with me.” He pat the chair beside him. “And when North gets back, I’ll do anything you want for a full twenty-four hours. At your beckon call.” Whatever he wanted. That was a good reward for eating some stew, wasn’t it? Delicious stew at that. --- “Always.” He responded near York’s lips as he was drawn in and returned it gently. God he wanted to do more. Every fiber in his body wanted to sit on his lap and do many ridiculous things, but then he was released and he made his way toward the food and poured him some of it. It smelled good, but the idea of meat still made his stomach churn. Placing the bowl in front of York he slipped up beside him into that chair. Ed placed the spoon in Yorks hand and the bowl a bit closer than usual. He was possibly over doing it, but he didn’t really know the limitations of York’s blindness yet. Then York was talking again and he just smiled a bit. “Meat.” He started with a dismissive wave of his hand. But then York gave a tempting offer and he considered his response. “...Even if I decide all we’re doing is having sex?” --- York couldn’t help but smile at the way Ed was babying him. North always looked out for him, but he’d let him spill things on himself and walk into doors now and then, just for kicks. Of course, when it counted, North always had him-- but when they were just on the Mother of Invention, his blindness was fair game for awful tricks. So it was incredibly sweet that Ed was taking such good care of him (and with such seriousness). He lifted his eyebrows, though, as Ed requested that. “Well, if you want twenty-four hours of sex, we’ll both be very tired and very sore, but I guess that would be fine if it’s what you want. I don’t think you’ll walk very well the next day.” He took a bite of the stew and let out a slow breath. “That’s good.” Really good. “Try some?” Well, Ed? Was it worth it? Some stew for twenty-four hours worth of sex? --- Ed wasn’t interested in pranks. Not then. Most of his emotions had been taken over by worry instead. Most of the time he’d tried sleeping lately he’d been waking up every few hours instead. Maybe now though after he knew York had finally a meal and real sleep he’d get some too later. He really didn’t want to think about later though if it meant York returning to the hospital. “I don’t care.” He wanted to be close to him again, it was almost painful that he couldn’t. Looking at the stew he frowned. Hesitantly he got up to get his own and rejoined him. Ed chewed at his lower lip as if he had to work up to eating it. There were potatoes at least. He started with those. “Good. I haven’t really cooked like this in a while. I kind of like it.” Maybe he’d even give some to Al later. --- After the first bite of stew, York leaned over to press a kiss to Ed’s cheek, as if for encouragement. He’d peck a kiss for each bite, playfully, until Ed tried a bite of the meat-- if he tried a bite-- that won a kiss on the mouth and teasing lap of York’s tongue against those stew-flavored lips. “There’s just something that’s so sexy about watching you eat, you know that?” Could he see it? No, not really. But Theta was dutifully telling him what Ed was eating out of that stew. God Bless the AIs. “Something about putting things in your mouth.” He stole a last kiss before returning to his own meal, though that blue eye lingered on the blurry shape of his boyfriend. “Tell me.” He insisted more quietly this time, spoon paused in mid-raise to his mouth. --- As York leaned in to do that Ed just shook his head slightly and laughed. A small smile though crept into his lips as he paused at a piece of meat once he began to run out of carrots and things. He just didn’t enjoy meat anymore and that was frustrating. Steak used to be his favorite thing, but now it took effort to even try a small piece of the beef. “You have a weird fetishes.” He grinned again. He was starting to feel better with York there already, even without him directly doing anything to fix it. Ed wasn’t about to tell him how worried he was, York probably knew. He didn’t want him to worry about anything else considering North was gone. As York’s tongue touched his lips he couldn’t help but to blush himself. “Can you even see me?” A humor to his tone though as he gave his foot a nudge. “I love you.” And he did. He was attached and not going anywhere. --- Maybe he did have weird fetishes. Oh well, at least they were easy to cater to, it wasn't like he wanted Ed to put on a dress or anything. Even if it would look good with his hair, he was far too much of a man and York liked him as a man. He liked strong women, too. And Ed, despite his size, was very capable. The Spartan loved that about him, just one of a hundred things that made him want to stay with the young man beside him. “I can see you even when I close my eyes. And you're perfect.” The taller man leaned in again for another kiss, this time lingering for just a moment before he leaned away once more and returned to his meal. There wasn't much left and he finished it pretty quickly, his wife had certainly done a good job on the stew. “I don't have to get back to the hospital for another hour or so, Al’s still down there.” Not that Al could do the things York could, but he could message him if he needed help. “What do you want to do while you've got me?” His arm curled around Ed to pull him slightly closer, but he was carefully not to impede his eating. “I wish I could be around more, I'm sorry I've been gone so much lately, I know it's been hard on you.” It was painfully easy to see. --- Which was good. Ed wasn’t interested in wearing skirts or dresses so he should hope York wanted him the way he was. He wasn’t very willing to change any of that. Maybe a hair cut eventually, but mostly because his bangs were getting obnoxious-but beyond that he intended to stay with his long hair, no matter what Al said about men having short hair. “I am not.’ He gave a soft laugh at that as York leaned in and he returned that kiss. This time the lingering wasn’t so bad by way of ridiculous hormones- but it was something a bit more longing on his part. He missed being able to touch and kiss him at will. He’d just gotten used to being able to, and suddenly it was like having all that taken away. Ed had all but finished anyway, he hadn’t finished everything but it was better than before. He wa eating, he just ended up eating on his own at least without much prompting. As he was pulled in he felt his chest tighten just slightly. It was hard without him around much, but he understood, so he said nothing. “I don’t know.” What did he want to do? He wanted to do lots of things, but an hour wasn’t enough time to do all of them. “You decide.” --- What did York want to do? “I just want to sit together on the couch and hold you. If you want to talk, we can talk. If you don’t, we don’t have to. But I’d like to have you near.” And by ‘sit’ he meant lay. And when saying ‘by’ Ed, he meant with Ed atop him. He loved feeling the weight of his boyfriend’s body atop his own, it was comforting. He knew Ed was there, and safe, and whole. “I’ll help you with the dishes and we can settle in.” Because, clearly, they were going to go with his suggestion. Right? It wasn’t like Ed had anything better (sex didn’t count)! --- The idea of having a time limit wasn’t something he was enjoying, but he knew York was doing the best he could things considered. Ed just wished he could keep him out of that hospital longer. “That’s fine...but forget the dishes. Al can do it later.” He tried to tease slightly, but his mood wasn’t entirely there. Of course he’d take care of it later, it was his mess but he just was trying to keep things light when he didn’t entirely feel light. The blonde leaned against him for a moment longer before getting up. The last thing he wanted was to give York more stress. --- Once they were both on their feet, York would take Ed over to the couch and would carefully ease himself down, then tug Ed to join him, hopefully to lay down atop him. That was how he wanted to spend the rest of the day. Just like this. In an hour, he’d have to go to work.. But for now? He’d take what he could get. |