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Illya Kuryakin (redperilous) wrote in toboldlyrpg,
@ 2017-11-25 20:28:00

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^ log, illya kuryakin | man from uncle, napoleon solo | man from uncle

WHO: Illya Kuryakin and Napoleon Solo
WHEN: 226411.25, evening
WHERE: Bungalow on Risa
SUMMARY: Illya and Napoleon are sharing a bed. Draw your own conclusion.
WARNINGS: TBD

Night two of sharing a bed with Solo was upon him and Illya was about ready to go sleep on the couch. The night previous had been so stiff and awkward, mostly because neither of them wanted to get within two feet of each other, which made their sleeping space considerably smaller. Still, it was for the best. He didn’t want Rogue to worry in the night that her powers might be hurting someone. She really needed her own bed, which meant Illya would deal with the American.

Napoleon was already in bed browsing something on the PADD while Illya got ready. After showering, he stood in just his boxer shorts while he brushed his teeth. He glowered for a moment before slowly putting on a white wifebeater. He usually got warm in the night and would have preferred to sleep with his shirt off, but the two of them had agreed to wear at least boxers and a shirt in bed.

The other man appeared engrossed in whatever he was reading, and Illya found himself staring at him for a moment as he stood beside the bed. Napoleon really was a handsome man, with a strong jaw and cheekbones. His eyes shifted down to his chest - obviously built, even when covered with a shirt. Perhaps he could maybe understand why one man would find another one attractive.

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outlawthief
2017-11-26 02:20 am UTC (link)

The reality of sharing a bed with Illya Kuryakin was as far as possible from the fantasies that had played through Napoleon's mind in the months before the Risa trip. While his imagination had run wild, the actual situation was a lot more...awkward. He had immediately chosen one of the rooms, not realizing there wasn't more than two and not realizing that the one he had chosen had only one bed. And by the time that he had realized that, it was too late and the situation with Rogue and her abilities made certain that there was no changing of the rooming arrangements. It was just safer this way and because of that, he didn't find it in his heart to complain. Much. He did make one comment about the bed sharing on the network with his chosen group of roommates, but then let it die down after a conversation with Darcy.

He had been quick to let Illya know he would be staying on his side of the bed and in clothing, knowing that the other man knew he found him attractive. Which was what was causing the awkwardness for Napoleon. So the first night had been easily the worst night's sleep he had ever had. He had been stiff and slept on nearly the edge of his side of the bed, back turned, and woke up sore. This second night, he decided that if he really wanted to enjoy this pleasure planet, he would need to loosen up some.

So he found a book on his PADD and was trying to enjoy it before lights out. Freshly showered, wet hair curling a bit, he was propped up against a pillow in a plain white shirt and silk boxers that were just loose enough to not be indecent in company. He preferred to sleep in as little possible normally, but that was obviously out of the question with the blond Russian roommate he had gained. He could feel eyes on him, as he read the same line in his book over and over again.

After the seventh time of reading the same words, he turned his head and caught Illya looking at him, obviously finding something interesting. "Can I help you with anything, Peril?" Solo questioned, sounding both amused and a little annoyed at once.

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redperilous
2017-11-26 02:41 am UTC (link)

Illya was broken out of his reverie by Napoleon’s voice. His cheeks actually turned pink and he shook his head. “Ah, no... of course not.”

After pulling back the covers, he got into bed and turned to his bedmate. It was strange to see his hair naturally instead of slicked back with pomade. Illya tried to settle down, even as he laid on his side, one hand on his stomach. “What are you reading?”

	outlawthief 2017-11-26 11:44 pm UTC (link)
	"You're lucky I'm leaving my boxers on. It's too humid for a shirt," Napoleon said, eyes firmly closed, hands folded onto his chest as he laid on his back. Clearly trying to sleep. "Don't worry, your virtue will remain intact. I'm not the cuddler in this bed." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	redperilous 2017-11-27 12:07 am UTC (link)
	"That is exactly how I am going to play this, Cowboy." Tit for tat. That was how their relationship seemed to be, friendship or not. Illya turned back on his side, facing Napoleon, in order to try again to go to sleep. He pulled the sheet up a little past his waist and placed one arm under the pillow and the other on the mattress in front of his body. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	outlawthief 2017-11-27 01:02 am UTC (link)
	The urge to fight the other man was starting to become something he couldn't ignore. There was challenge in Illya's voice and Napoleon was hard pressed to ignore it. "Peril, I've given up on the idea of bringing people back to the bungalow because we have to share. Do you realize how you look? The least you could do is put on a shirt." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)