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Tweak says, "Oh noes!"

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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redperilous
2017-11-26 11:39 pm UTC (link)

Illya was trying to get into a comfortable position when he heard Napoleon moving around behind him. What was he doing? Glancing over his shoulder, Illya discovered that his partner had taken his shirt off. What the hell?

"What is this? I thought we agreed to keep clothing on." It was pretty humid in the room, but Illya hadn't planned on being in any state of undress while in bed with him.

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	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
2017-11-26 11:52 pm UTC (link)

"I am not a cuddler," he said, a bit of a growl in his voice. There was a possibility that he was, since he had woken up with his bed partners crushed against him one or two times. However, he hadn't ever actually been told by anyone that he was a cuddler, so it was quite easy to defend his position that he was not.

Sitting up, Illya peeled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. "If you get your shirt off, I get mine as well."

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	outlawthief 2017-11-27 12:00 am UTC (link)
	Oh God, there was a big part of Napoleon that loved it when Illya got all scowly and growly. There was just something about it that made Napoleon want to be thrown around by him. Opening up one eye, he watched as Illya took off his shirt. Frowning, as he didn't expect the other man to do that, he said, "Really, Peril? That's how you're going to play this?" (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 12:26 am UTC (link)

Both eyes open, Napoleon scowled. This was not how this was suppose to go. This was quickly careening into torture territory. Illya was sculpted like a Greek God. He could pretend he wasn't when he had a shirt on. But now? Now there was no chance of pretending.

"You're unbelievable." Solo closed his eyes again and tried to go back to sleep. And not even thirty seconds later, he opened his eyes and turned his head to glare at Illya. "Go sleep on the couch."

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I need some shirtless armie hammer icons

redperilous
2017-11-27 12:44 am UTC (link)

This time Illya’s scowl was a bit less playful. “Der’mo.” He growled. “You are the one who took his shirt off first. You go sleep on couch.”

He wasn’t moving, and he would love to see Napoleon try to get him to move. As far as he was concerned, it was the other man’s problem. Illya could be comfortable like this. Well. Maybe moreso if he turned over.

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	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)

redperilous
2017-11-27 01:13 am UTC (link)

Illya sat up, inadvertently exposing his whole chest in the process. “What does this have to do with anything? What do you mean how I look?”

He was confused. It was his chest, not his entire naked body. And he wasn’t sure why he taking his shirt off in bed meant that Napoleon couldn’t bring any of his dates back here. Maybe it was language. Illya’s English was very good, but things still sometimes got lost in translation.

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outlawthief
2017-11-27 01:35 am UTC (link)

"I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate me bringing back any dates, yes? So I would appreciate you, in turn, keeping a shirt on," Napoleon said, rolling his eyes and pointedly not looking down beyond the blond's face. There was logic in his words, but only because he fully understood what he was talking about. Illya, however, wasn't privy to his inner thoughts and would probably remain a little lost.

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redperilous
2017-11-27 01:47 am UTC (link)

And so he was. His face was screwed up with confusion. Obviously if he brought dates back it meant that he couldn’t sleep in the bed, which meant that Napoleon was-

Woah. Realization suddenly hit him. Was he saying that he wouldn’t be able to sleep in this bed if Illya kept his shirt off? The implications of that for him took him to a place that he didn’t particularly want to go because he would rather not think about them.

Illya found it kind of ridiculous though. He tried to appeal to whatever practicality the other man had. “But I am hot,” he protested.

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outlawthief
2017-11-27 02:00 am UTC (link)

"Yes you are. And, thus, the problem," Napoleon said, exasperated and deciding that enough was enough. "I'll sleep on the couch. I hope you appreciate my sacrifice." Solo could be such a dramatic bitch, some days. Pushing off the sheets, he grabbed his pillow and went to the closet, where he recalled seeing extra sheets and pillows when they had been exploring upon arrival. Pulling more sheets out, he gathered his belongings and started for the living room, thus, the couch.

"Goodnight, Peril," he called over his bare shoulder.

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redperilous
2017-11-27 02:14 am UTC (link)

“Bozhe moi,” he said under his breath, along with a few other Russian curses. Napoleon seriously couldn’t sleep in this bed with him with his shirt off? Ridiculous. They would be sleeping, not cuddling together barechested.

When Napoleon started to move to the living room though, Illya gave a huge sigh. He kicked the sheets off got out of bed, locating his shirt on the floor. “You are ridiculous man,” he scolded while he worked to untangle the shirt and put it back on. “I hope you are happy with yourself. Now I sweat all night.”

With a huff, he returned to the bed, keeping to his side and glaring at the wall.

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outlawthief
2017-11-27 02:19 am UTC (link)

He was definitely smug when he turned and walked right back to bed, dropping the pillow back in place and leaving the sheets on the armchair where his shirt was laying. "I am happy. Because I like winning." He knew this would grate on Illya's nerves, but, honestly, sometimes Napoleon didn't know how to leave well enough alone, especially after he won something.

Laying down, the smug smile on his face didn't leave, even as he closed his eyes to sleep.

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redperilous
2017-11-27 02:28 am UTC (link)

“Fuck you,” he said, in English that time so there was no mistaking it. Illya kicked the sheet off of him because even having that on top of him was too much in the heat. He tried to relax, even though he was seething, tried to do some of the breathing techniques that Gaby had taught him. It helped in as much that he no longer felt like he needed to punch a wall. Illya kept his back turned to Solo as he tried to get comfortable and go to sleep.

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outlawthief
2017-11-27 02:35 am UTC (link)

The smugness died a bit, seeing and feeling the heat of the words. If Napoleon had any hope to keep the goodwill they had cultivated just now, he would have to deal with a little discomfort. "Fine. Take the shirt off, I'm not going to make a bigger deal about it." He knew better than to reach out and poke Illya to get his attention, so he just hoped he wasn't going to pretend to sleep at this point.

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redperilous
2017-11-27 02:43 am UTC (link)

Illya groaned and sat up once again, pulling the shirt off of his body, possibly tearing it in the process, and throwing it across the room. “Tomorrow, you switch with Rogue,” he said. At least he knew that with her there would be zero complaints about him having his shirt off. “Now shut up so I can go the fuck to sleep.”

Out of deference to him, Illya would at least try to sleep facing the wall, though he didn’t know where he might end up in the morning.

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