Ryan Armsford (blindsides) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-03-25 11:08:00 |
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Current mood: | flirty |
Affection Starved
Who: Ryan and Thorne
Where: the forest, then the climber tree
When: Day 12, shortly before the meeting
What: sharing... information
Rating: PG-13 (boys kissing, language, innuendo)
Thorne left Bazzer feeling a little stung. He'd been up front and straightforward with Bazzer, totally honest about what he wanted and what he was capable of and Bazzer had said it was okay. Right up until it happened and then of course Thorne was nothing but a whore. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that and it wouldn't be the last he was sure. He went in search of Ryan thinking at least he could let the other man know that he'd talked to Bazzer.
He took the long way around back to camp to give himself a chance to chill again before he ran into Ryan.
Ryan had spent his day working as hard as he could push himself in his quest not to think. The clay flats had pretty much been as horrible as Arlo, in his brusque way, had said they'd be; he figured the actual dens would have been even worse. At least they'd found a few items to bring back, so it hadn't by any means been a wasted trip. He'd succeeded in tiring himself out anyway, and he'd gone into the forest to use the bathroom and at least wash his face and upper body. Sadly enough, it was too late in the day to go and take a bath, because he might not be back by the time darkness fell. He was beginning to make his way back, counting trees along the path as he went, hearing what seemed like more talking than usual from the area of camp and wondering if that meant the group who'd gone east was back. He really, really hoped so.
When Thorne saw him ahead of him, he smiled warmly. "Hey stranger," he said quietly to try and avoid startling Ryan as he sped up to move right behind him. Ryan was just as gorgeous as he remembered and a bright smile split his face as he reached for Ryan's hips, hands settling there easily. "So do I get a welcome back, hug?"
It was about time for something good to happen. Ryan turned as soon as he heard Thorne's voice, and hello, he was right there in range where Ryan could see him clearly. "Hey," he said, unable to stop the brilliant grin that just seeing the guy prompted. His hands settled on Ryan's hips, and when he asked for a hug, Ryan's reply was to step closer, bridging the very small amount of space between them, and put his arms around Thorne and his chin on his shoulder. Normally he would've probably flirted some, drew it out a little, but he didn't want to wait.
Thorne sighed softly as he held onto Ryan and buried his face in the side of the other man's neck. "That feels really good," he whispered. Alex, Cross and Kenneth and Jasper weren't exactly the tactile type and Thorne had been craving human contact for several days. A good deal of the tension left his body as he leaned lightly into Ryan. "I uh...I told Bazzer about my attraction to you." It was clear from Thorne's voice that it hadn't exactly gone well.
Ryan's own breath left him in a soft exhale at Thorne's closeness, at the feel of his breath against the bare skin of his neck. It wasn't precisely sexual at that moment, though he was sure as hell attracted to the guy in a major way. He'd missed Thorne, though, and it was nice that Thorne seemed to have missed him, too. "Not good, huh?" he murmured when Thorne said he'd talked to Bazzer. He was impressed that Thorne had tackled that unpleasantness right away, hadn't put it off. He lifted one hand to pet Thorne's hair, running his fingers through it as if to soothe him. "What'd he say?"
"He uh. He basically called me a slut and asked me if I was going after Arlo next." Thorne sighed softly but nuzzled into the hand in his hair with a soft sigh. "Mmmm." Now he was really glad he'd taken that bath earlier. He leaned in to nuzzle at Ryan's throat. "I thought about you while I was gone," he murmured, kissing his skin gently. "I think...he agreed we could be friends, might just take him a bit to chill again."
"Dude. There's no one at this camp desperate enough to do Arlo, seriously." There was resentment in Ryan's tone, but not much of it. He was too glad to see Thorne again, and then he was distracted by the other man's mouth nuzzling at his throat. "Thought about you, too," he replied. "A lot. Past few days have sucked." Thorne might think he meant because he'd been gone, and while that wasn't entirely it, Ryan found that he didn't really care if he thought that. They had sucked for a variety of reasons. At least he'd found some damn shoes; he had the navy-blue Crocs on his feet at that very moment, over his socks. He didn't comment any further on Bazzer; he'd figured the guy wouldn't be cool with him and Thorne. Most people weren't especially adventurous when it came to sex, he'd found.
"I'd be seriously surprised if Arlo would pull the stick out of his ass long enough to get some," Thorne agreed with a soft laugh. He pulled back so they were face to face, smiling. Ryan was gorgeous and there was no denying the attraction he felt to the other man. "Pretty sure the last few days didn't suck just because I wasn't around to grope your ass," he grinned before turning serious. "What happened?"
Ryan chuckled, feeling slightly better already. He felt mildly guilty for causing problems with Bazzer, but hell. According to Thorne, he'd told the guy what his position was to start with. What else could you do? The guy probably hated Ryan now, but whatever. Not much he could do about it except not see (read: kiss, touch, and do all manner of other erotic things with) Thorne, and he wasn't planning to do that, so... Yeah. "Flying leeches," he said. "Mud, stinky dead fish. Arlo, who's a total fucking asshole." He nodded decisively, then sighed. "And me and Helena walked out to the clay flats yesterday to see if we could salvage some supplies, get some clay to make dishes and pots with. It's really... a bad place." That sounded mild, but Ryan didn't have the words to describe the smell, the pervasive sense of evil that hung over that particular location.
There was something about Ryan's manner that led Thorne to believe it was worse than the other man was implying. "I imagine the fish were not so tasty after a day." His fingers slid under the edge or Ryan's shirt to run along his skin. "What are the flying leeches? And what did you find in the clay flats? Anything useful?" Useful was always good. Thorne was already trying to figure out how to cut stone. A couple of stones with holes in the center and they'd have a way to grind up the sweetgrind and try their hands at some bread making. Thorne hoped they had yeast or the equivalent in this place, then they could do something more than just flat bread. At least they could once they got something like an oven made, which the clay could totally help with. "Did you run into any laughers?"
It didn't occur to him to ask how Ryan had managed. Clearly he was back and Thorne figured Ryan was pretty damn capable anyway.
Ryan tried not to look overly blissed out at the welcome invasion of Thorne's fingers underneath his tank top. He really loved being touched, and it seemed that he loved it even more when it was Thorne doing the touching. "Y'all didn't see any of the leeches? They were all over the place here for a couple days. Like leeches wouldn't be bad enough without wings." He sighed, leaning his cheek against Thorne's shoulder and trying to concentrate on the conversation. "We didn't find too much, but every bit helps, right? A blanket, big hunk of clay, these shoes." He held one foot out, then put it back where it had been. "It was the middle of the day, so no laughers. Thank God." His own fingers did a bit of exploring, stroking over the skin at the small of Thorne's back, just beneath his shirt. Nice.
Thorne groaned softly as the feel of Ryan's skin against his own. "Mmm..that feels good," he murmured. "I know I was only gone a few days, but I'm feeling amazingly affection starved." He exhaled slowly. "Anything useful is good and I'm pretty damn glad you didn't run into any. That's...pretty insane man. Walking in there like that, but hey, shoes are a good thing too. Especially heading into winter." Thorne nuzzled lightly at Ryan's throat. "You know, if it were a little earlier, I'd drag you out for that bath we were going to have. Guess we'll have to wait until tomorrow."
"Mm-hmm," Ryan mumbled, pressing himself a little more tightly against Thorne. Ah, temptation. His hand crept up higher on Thorne's back beneath his shirt, and he sighed, trying to focus. "Useful. Yeah. I don't ever wanna see that place again, it sucked, but I'm glad we went." You might know that even the time of day would be conspiring against them in this case. The summit talk with Bazzer had been had, but it was true that it was going to be dark before long. Not nearly enough time for everything Ryan wanted to do, so yes, the bath would have to wait. Dammit. "Tomorrow, you promise?" he asked, tipping his head back enough to see Thorne's eyes and to smile at him, infusing the slightest bit of wickedness in the expression.
"Oh yes," he agreed, "Right after we start smoking the meat. I'm kidnapping you for a bath." Gods that smile was doing amazing things to his insides. Groaning softly, he slid his hand to the back of Ryan's head and kissed him. His tongue teased along Ryan's lips as Thorne fought the urge to take this places they certainly didn't have time for. His tongue slid along Ryan's before he pulled back and exhaled shortly. "I. Have been thinking about that way, way too much," he admitted.
"You won't have to work all that hard to kidnap me," Ryan drawled, which he was sure Thorne knew already... and that was all he had time to say before being kissed. He breathed a soft sigh into the other man's mouth, kissing back just as thoroughly. Right then, what he wanted more than anything was for the two of them to be alone somewhere and have sufficient time to explore the attraction that had flared up between them pretty much the first time they'd seen each other. He chuckled when Thorne told him how much he'd been thinking about kissing him, because he felt the same way. "Yeah, me too," he murmured. The guy was just insanely hot-- there was no way around it.
"Good, I'm a little too tired to be trying to haul you around over my shoulder." Thorne nudged his forehead gently against Ryan's. "You are way, way too tempting," he murmured. And Ryan was and Thorne wanted nothing more than to forget it was getting dark and have his way with Ryan. He might have given into it if he hadn't heard the far off hoots of laughter.
"Fuck...c'mon." Holding Ryan's hand, Thorne moved as quickly as he could without losing Ryan until he got to the tree Ryan had been sleeping in. "Up you go. Hurry.."
"Shit," Ryan complained as they ran, grateful that Thorne had remembered to hang onto him. The last thing he'd need was to fall flat on his face on the path now that darkness had fallen, as quickly and almost instantaneously as it always did. "Can't say I was ever cockblocked by an animal before." It was incredibly frustrating. Not that he minded having sex during the day, because he could see a hell of a lot better, but at the moment he was in no mood to count his blessings. He obediently climbed up when they reached the tree, though he imagined that the laughers wouldn't approach the fire, which was dead ahead, just yet. No harm, no foul, and he'd just as soon be up out of reach until he knew for sure.
Thorne climbed up after him then settled onto the branch behind him. "Sorry...guess I lost track of time." He looked down at the forest floor. "Tell you what..I missed these trees. You shoulda seen the ones we had to stay in the first night. Narrow ass branches and sort of would sway and you had to stay balanced or fall off. Not fun."
"Yeah, me too," Ryan said, his tone rueful. It was easy enough to do sometimes. At least they'd been close to the camp. "Man, I'm glad you didn't fall off," he said with a grin once he'd gotten himself settled. "Any of y'all." It was bad enough that they'd apparently lost several people right around here, he thought. "So besides puny sleepin' trees, was the trip all right?" He didn't think he'd asked... he'd been too caught up in getting his hands and lips on Thorne.
"Bit longer than we'd hoped, but worth it. Got a good haul of grain and meat and Kenneth and Jasper found salt, some of the meat is packed in that. Gonna be salty as all fuck until we can find a pot to boil it in, but at least it's food. Jasper and Kenneth found a river and we discovered the laughers can't swim because the grazers all go out to this island at night. The river's only like twenty maybe thirty feet wide, the laughers can't jump it or swim. So. maybe there aren't any laughers on the other side."
"I hope not," Ryan said, wrinkling his nose. He hated those damn things, especially after the experience of seeing their dens. "Sounds like a cool adventure." He put his fingers on Thorne's arm, very lightly, just wanting some closeness. He'd kept telling himself he shouldn't miss the guy as much as he had, but it hadn't done any good. He'd wished he could've gone, too, but he knew better than that. Unfortunately he would've been a hindrance on a trip like that. "So everyone's back safe, and there's food. How awesome is that?" He smiled.
"Pretty awesome I think." Thorne reached for Ryan's hand with his and laced their fingers together. The laugher sounds had faded and Thorne heard Helena calling out that there was a meeting. Maybe they'd been wrong? "Sounds like Helena wants us...guess it's earlier than I thought." Weird, the laughers usually didn't come that early, maybe they were just talking to each other or something. "Ah well, I'll have to find some other excuse to find my way to your tree tonight I guess."
"I'll share my blanket with ya anytime you want," Ryan said, amused. That might make it even more difficult to sleep when the time came, but anyway. "You could say you got lost?" He grinned and squeezed Thorne's fingers gently, enjoying the contact. He heard Helena calling for them, too, and sighed. They'd just gotten up here. "Meeting time, oh boy." He decided not to complain about the fact that he felt like an idiot during night meetings because he couldn't see anyone; being able to see people's expressions told a lot about what was going on beneath the surface. Thorne couldn't do anything about it, and it was just a fact of Ryan's life, so he might as well keep quiet. "Guess we better see what's up."
Thorne climbed down first and waited for Ryan. "Wonder what's up. Maybe she wants to let everyone know about the meat and the grazers?" That made sense to him. "Guess we shouldn't show up right together yeah?" Even though part of Thorne was a bit angry at Bazzer's reaction, mostly he just didn't want to hurt the guy any more than he had. Although the idea of hurting someone that much after what? Three days? Seemed just weird to him. "You go on. I'll catch up."
Ryan dropped to the ground, conveniently catching his balance with both hands on Thorne's shoulders. "Yeah, we'll play it cool." He was not in the mood for drama tonight, plus he had tomorrow to look forward to. He smiled and leaned in to brush a quick kiss over the other man's lips. "I'll sit across the fire and stare at you longingly. Not that I'll be able to see you, but I'll stare in your general direction." He was such a comedian sometimes. "Off I go, then," he added. "Talk to you later."