Madison "GAYCHAR #3423 LS HAS TO TOLERATE" Taylor (ex_madmadiso898) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-01-04 01:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-28 |
This kiss you give, it's never ever gonna fade away
Who: Madison and Misha
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Their house, hurrah!
Morning always seemed to come too soon, and at the most inopportune moments. Today was no different, and as Madison pulled himself from his bed he groaned, the sound loud and protesting. He hated when his body woke him like this, too soon after a near sleepless night beforehand. It was after noon, though, and as his eyes settled on the clock his frown deepened.
Slowly, Madison rose up to his full height anyway, knowing he needed to get moving if he was to accomplish anything while the sun was still up. Jaxson stirred nearby, hanging contentedly from a windowsill. Are you getting up now? he asked, bright eyes zeroing in on the tall man currently leaving the room. Hey! Don't leave me in here!
Madison sighed and paused at the door, holding his arm out for the bat. Within moments Jax had landed on him, his tiny claws digging into skin as he hurried for better purchase. "Damn it," Madison hissed, glancing at the furry creature. Finally relief came when Jax clung to his shirt instead of his forearm. "I'll have to remember that for next time..."
With another loud yawn, Madison headed downstairs to dig around for something to eat.
Downstairs in the kitchen Misha was working hard on a series of toasted roast beef sandwiches and homemade fries. He was wearing a rather spectacularly bedazzled apron, pink with red gem flames coming up from the bottom, and his ponytail was mounted with a large pink bow that drooped down behind his head. Under the apron he was wearing a girl's black bikini top and a long pair of slacks, humming to himself as he worked.
When he heard footsteps approaching he beamed, turning and waving a spatula to his best friend. "Well there you are, you silly thing. Sit yeh down and give me a moment to finish these sandwiches. By the sound o' your stomach it's a good thing I've made plenty for all!"
"My, don't you look positively gay," Madison remarked, smirking as he entered the kitchen. He stifled another yawn and shook his head and his hair, attempting to wake up. He sat down as directed and rested his elbows on the table, watching Misha from across the short distance". "That smells absolutely to die for," he said, rolling his eyes back in his head in exasperation. "I can't wait to eat. I hope you made enough so that I could have seconds and thirds."
"Of course I look gay. I radiate gay. I'm so gay I make you seem straight," Misha laughed and took the first sandwich that was finished, serving up some fries on the plate and walking over, grabbing a bowl of fruit from the fridge and striding to the hungry pair at the table. His hips swayed as he moved and put the plates down and giving Jax a loving caress down the back of his head. "Eat up, my grumpy darling, for we have things to discuss," he told Madison, kissing his forehead before putting the condiments out and returning to the stovetop. He'd put out a tray that already had a tiny bottle with a flower in it, and he promptly began to set up a meal on it, carefully arranging the fries and drink as he waited for the sandwich to finish.
Madison broke into a loud and colorful laughter, his face lit up as though somebody had flipped a switch. "Honey, standing next to you I look like a married middle-aged father of three." He grinned, a devilish affection in his eyes. "Oh good lord, this food is possibly the best thing that's ever happened to me." Jax climbed down to the table for the bowl of fruit, perching on the side to start picking through the fruit for what he wanted. Thank you! he said, eager to stuff it all into his mouth.
"What do we need to talk about?" Madison asked, picking up the sandwich to take a gracious bite out of it. He let out a quiet mmmm of approval, nodding slightly as he chewed. He was always starving early in the morning, no matter what he'd eaten the night before. His metabolism was ridiculously quick, thus the lack of body fat anywhere across his body. "I hope it isn't anything serious. I've had enough of serious for a while. But... given that you're putting food in front of me, I'm guessing it's at least relatively important."
Misha loved it when Maddie laughed like that. It always made him feel quite proud, like he'd made a major achievement. "Well," he said matter-of-factly, the started as he turned the sandwich over and saw it was done toasting. He quickly plated it and put it on the tray, then went to the fridge, taking out another bowl of fruit, although this one had a few large and juicy worms on top of it. He plated that. "Hold the thought, my lovely," he said, taking the tray and hurrying out. He didn't want Hier to be waiting to eat while he talked things over with Madison. He hurried upstairs, trading the tray for a kiss and then came back down, blushing and with an added skip in his step. He started making another sandwich, then took a deep breath. "Um. Hier spent the night. But no' because what you're thinking," he added quickly, turning and eating a fry carefully, eyes very wide and innocent looking. "He got attacked by a demon, you see, and needs looking after. He's all cut up and bruised. And so I said he could stay with me in my room till he's on his feet again. Bruce too, and Semper, o'course."
Madison stared when Misha left the room, rolling his eyes back into his head as he realized what that likely meant. His suspicions were only confirmed when the redhead returned, telling him that Hier had spent the night. "Good lord," he muttered, sighing heavily. "He couldn't have gone to the emergency room like a normal person?" There was a slight tinge of annoyance, though the tone was mostly teasing. "And who the hell is Semper?"
"He did. I picked him up there, he was all... drugged up, and bandaged, and alone," Misha's voice was slightly terrified just at the memory. He bit his lip hard. "He lives alone, you know, and didn't have anybody else to take care of him. And Semper Fido is his dog, silly. But he's old and wonderful and I've taken him for walks and all...." He sat then and put on his best puppy dog face. "I really really really really like him, Maddie, I want to keep him till he's feeling better. Oh please? Pretty please? It means everything to me!" He paused, replaying everything he'd said and then starting. "Hier, Hier, I mean. Of course. Not Semper. And... and it's no' like it's just a drain on you. I'll be making all the meals for him and of course for you. And I'll keep the house all tidy, and he's quite quiet." He resumed the puppy eyes and lip pout, putting his hands together in silent prayer as he leaned forward in his seat towards his best friend. He was using every trick he knew to get his way.
Madison's mouth came open slightly at the begging, his brow knitted in mild annoyance and shock. He hadn't really expected to come downstairs to this, to be asked for his approval on something he really wanted nothing to do with. He glanced behind Misha, toward the stairs as he considered the man upstairs right now. A wave of jealousy rode through him and his chest tensed, the feeling incredibly undesired. "I... don't really see how I have any true say in the matter, Misha. It's your house." Madison knew he couldn't fight that look on his roommate's face, the one that very frequently won him disputes. It wasn't even fair, not in the least, and even while Jaxson quietly enjoyed his fruit, Madison moved to excuse himself from the table. He stood up, thinking selfishly that he could heal Hier if he wanted to, help him to get back on his feet faster than the human body would allow under normal circumstances -- and that how, unless directly asked, he would likely not offer such assistance.
"But it's our house!" Misha loosed is apron and let it drop on the chair as he bounded over to cut off Madison's escape. He looked up at him, putting away the lip but not letting the eyes go. "You're mad. Maddie..." he took his hand. He did feel bad about dumping everything on him like this, but what else could he do? Madison was unhappy about most things most of the time. Misha bit his lip. "You know this is your house too. And, you know, safety in numbers, I don't know what to do! I cannae leave him all injured, and I cannae leave you here all alone... and I thought you two got along?"
"No, I..." Madison looked down at the hand holding his with a heavy sigh. He didn't have a good excuse for his behavior -- at least, not anything he cared to talk about. "I'm sorry, I'm just... it's been a long couple of days, Misha. Of course it's fine for Hier to stay here with us. I don't have anything to say against it anyway." Giving in and playing nice was better than being followed around until he told the truth, and Madison was smart enough to realize that. He reached out to touch Misha's face, offering him a tight-lipped smile. "We do get along, I suppose. We've only really spoken once, but that's enough."
Misha might not have left it at that any other time, but in reality he was just relieved that Hier was allowed to say. Plus he knew that Madison wasn't totally against the idea; he would have never been able to pretend otherwise if he was. Satisfied for the moment he leaned into the other man's touch, a contented sigh escaping him. He looked at Madison gratefully and leaned in, kissing his cheek gently. "Thank you," he said earnestly, hugging him. Madison might not be touchy feely, but Misha was. "You're the best friend a guy can have, yeh know?"
Madison went rigid for a moment when Misha kissed and then hugged him. The affection wasn't unwelcome, but unexpected -- and Madison was having a hard time deciding what to do with it. He returned the hug though, not pausing long enough for there to be question. His long arms wrapped around the smaller man, pulling him close as he took in a deep breath, and then sighed. Misha always smelled good. It was obnoxious. "I know," he finally answered, patting his friend on the back. "I'm the best friend you'll ever have, and don't you forget it."
"Ne'er 'er," Misha promised with a chuckle. The return the of the hug silenced his last few fears, and he nuzzled Maddie's neck gently. "I'll keep strivin' to deserve yeh. How'd you like t' pick dinner? Anything yeh like. I got a new cookbook, you know, and it's going really well so far." He let Maddie have his space, but reached down to stroke Jax's head. It helped him to be in constant contact with the animal he'd feared.
"Anything I like?" Madison asked, backing away from Misha to look down on him affectionately. "Hmm... I don't know. Something with tomatoes in it, because they're my favorite fruit." He smirked and reached out for Jaxson when his roommate touched the small creature. "C'mon, rat. I need to take a shower so that I stop smelling like a dead animal. Or you can stay here, I guess. I don't really care."
I want to stay here, Jax responded, enjoying the touch from Misha and the fruit in front of him.
"I can look after him," Misha offered, and then nodded. "We'll look into a proper tomato-filled supper, just for you!" He chuckled and then took a deep breath, sneaking a strawberry out of Jax's bowl and smirking at him as he popped it into his mouth. "Oh, and if yeh see a wee gold bracelet, I can't quite seem to find it, and I don't want Bruce t' know I lost his bling."
Madison looked back over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs, nodding as he moved. "Sure honey, I'll tell you if I find it. Or I'll just wear it myself, to be selfish. You know." He smirked, not even the slightest bit concerned for Jax in Misha's care. "The two of you behave yourselves. I need a good soak, I think."
"You'll have t' fight an irate Kiwi for it," Misha called after him and then laughed, going to the shelf and pulling the cookbook out, getting his sandwich and sitting down in Maddie's place. He stroked Jax's head as he did, then smiled. "You think he'd like a chicken dish?" he asked the foxes opinion.
Snorting a laugh, Madison disappeared upstairs to take his much needed shower. It was always a good place to collect his thoughts -- and take a look at his roots in the mirror, of course. He was due for a visit to the salon soon... maybe he would do something a little different this time.
Downstairs, Jaxson was whining that chicken didn't sound good to him at all, that even though his master would like it that he wouldn't touch it. If there was going to be chicken, Jax demanded that there be enough fruit for him as well. And maybe some bugs.