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Tweak says, "Don’t flatter yourself!"

the_calm_before (the_calm_before) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-02-04 01:29:00

Entry tags:

raijin, raven

Who: Ren and Shae
What: Shae is returning something that was thought lost and is looking for his reward
Where: Ren's apartment (no one has ever entered it before!!)
When: back dated to Jan 17 in the evening
Warnings: Oh yes, there will be cause for warning. Sexual encounters between two men. Innocence lost and all that rot..
Notes: It's time to return Ren's sketch book which was left in Shae's apartment during gumbo night. Inside it was a rough portrait done from memory of Shae.

It didn't look too bad for a guy living on his own.

Ren stood in his his bathroom doorway with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He divided his attention from watched the TV and looking around his apartment all while leaning against the bathroom door frame. The apartment was actually starting to look less like he had just moved in. Most of the boxes had disappeared and it was fairly clean for once. He had even vacuumed the carpet and dusted a little bit. Today was a day off from the theme park and Ren had been productive. He had put away most of his collectibles and had found places for his many books. His video games had been unpacked since the day he had moved in.

He grinned around the toothbrush as The Simpson's caught his attention again and the cartoon ended as the credits started to roll out on the screen. One day maybe he might create something that might end up on Fox, but he doubted it would last more than a season on that network. Simpson's and Family Guy had that market cornered.

He walked over as he worked on cleaning his teeth and reached down to turn the television off. He really wouldn't get anything done if he started seriously watching the TV. He might also have to stay away from his computer tonight as well. That last one was going to be hard seeing as he was very much addicted to it.

Ren walked back to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste and clean his face with a towel when he heard a loud and fast knocking on his door. He blinked a little and leaned out of his bathroom and looked over at his front door. He wasn't expecting anyone. He never expected anyone. He made his way over to the door and looked at it suspiciously. He scratched the back of his neck, shrugged and started to go through the motions of unlocking the door.

"Mm, one second!" He said before opening the door slightly and peeking around it. He belatedly thought that perhaps he probably should have used the peephole set in the door to look first before actually opening the door to some random person knocking ferociously at his door. Stupid.

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in_the_wings
2011-02-15 06:18 am UTC (link)

Shae could pinpoint the exact moment when Ren finally began to relax against him, and the tension in the arm he'd curled around his partner's neck slackened in response. Ren's lips were so pliant, so willing against his own, and he wasn't about to let that opportunity pass him by.

In the span of time it took to blink, he'd maneuvered the other man back against the wall and pinned him in place with his hips. The now-empty beer bottle was discarded on the counter, freeing Shae's hands to caress and grope at will- he'd never been particularly shy, after all. Ren, however, seemed to require a tad more coaxing; the hesitance had been clear in his posture, in the tightness of his clenched jaw.

He was much more receptive to Shae's advances than the bounty hunter had anticipated, and that sort of positive reaction only fueled his fire. No, he wasn't drunk...at least, not full-fledged drunk. Buzzed, maybe, which didn't sound altogether promising given that he already had naturally lowered inhibitions. Ren had been doomed from the moment he'd opened the door.

With a final pass of his tongue over his partner's lower lip, Shae withdrew his mouth and reached up to trail his fingers over the sharp line of Ren's jaw. His eyes traced over the other man's kiss-swollen lips and up along the smooth, flushed skin of his cheek, lingering on the flutter of thick eyelashes against pale skin; he met Ren's blue eyes with his own, marveling a bit at the softness of the features before him that seemed so...pretty. Feminine, almost.

Yes, he was officially hard.

A smirk began to twist the corners of his lips as he watched his prey from behind the fall of his unruly dark hair. "I' take whatevah you wan' give me, Cap."

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