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Stonewall // Jamie Lemja (standsfirm) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-01-28 23:39:00

Entry tags:

spairn, stonewall

who: Stonewall and Spairn
what: Um . . . naked wrestling? XD
where: Stone's apartment in NYC
when: late night
rating: NC-17, clearly.
warnings: mansex, possibly language.

Okay, so the naked thing had worn off, but that didn't mean they couldn't have a little fun, right? Stone was starting to wonder if things were ever going to go the way they needed to, in this place. He'd been trying to get Spairn here for a while now, and it was making the former combat teacher a little antsy. What was so fucking interesting wherever the hell Spairn was living nowadays, anyway? Sure, this place wasn't Lindeburgh - they didn't have their students or any of the others they had come to know from Stratford and Banks-Mullis, but that didn't mean things couldn't be salvaged here. If only he could get Spairn over here . . .

There had to be some way. There HAD to be.

Of course, he never suspected he might be in for a surprise.

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leg_work
2008-01-30 08:32 pm UTC (link)

Well, there were several lovely individuals who had taken his attention away for awhile, yes, but warm bodies and pretty faces would only go so far before he began to crave home again. Fortunately for them both, Spairn was just a smidge on this side of wise to know that home wasn't a place, no no noooo. Never a place. Home was always and forever the people he shared his time with, and his dearest and oldest friend (outside of Architect) was the closest thing he had to it in this strange world.

Not to mention Stone was naked as the day he was born behind that door.

So why not? He was happy to make a house call, regardless of the state of undress. The back of his knuckles rapped along the slick finish of the door as he stood in the hallway of some apartment complex in the East Village of New York City (who knew NYC had villages! Fascinating!), the address Stone had given him, and if the man had done this just for a laugh, Spairn would have to kick some ass.

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standsfirm
2008-01-30 08:52 pm UTC (link)

Well, if this were their own timeline and everything, he might just have given him the wrong address for a good laugh. But, thankfully for them both, Stone wasn't that cruel, now that they were alone here. It wasn't like he could turn to anyone else for a good friendship, like the one he had with Spairn . . . Then again, he really didn't want to, either, so it all worked out! Besides, it had been a while since he'd gotten to see the other man, in any capacity, so he wasn't going to waste a chance on a stupid prank, just for his own amusement.

Well, at least not like that.

Grinning to himself, Stone didn't bother putting on clothes when he answered the door. He knew who it would be on the other side, and it only made him feel even cheekier. Besides, who wouldn't want him answering the door buck naked, anyway? "Took you long enough."

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leg_work
2008-01-31 01:49 am UTC (link)

Cheekier, indeed. Spairn's eyebrows shot straight up on his forehead and his mouth went wide-open slack when Stone answered the door in his state of undress, as previously stated, and soon enough he was grinning like a damn Cheshire, the corners of his mouth curling up sort of in the the same fashion the Grinch did when he had a particularly evil epiphany. He lifted his chin and made his way into the hearth, arms sliding around his friend's neck for a good squeeze.

"I was preparing for what I knew I'd see, you naughty man." He replied, slipping his scarf from around his neck so he could rope it around Stone's with one fluid over the head motion. There, much warmer. "Did you know that it's colder here than it is in Brixton? Brixton, Stone. I live there. I don't know how or why, but I do."

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standsfirm
2008-02-01 06:37 am UTC (link)

Oh, he loved seeing that kind of reaction from Spairn; it was like seeing someone practically melt from embarrassment, at first, and he wanted to laugh. After all, it wasn't that often that he got to see it, let alone cause it anymore. It was a fun, nice little feeling, knowing he was the cause of that complete loss of composure. And then came that cheshire grin, and he knew right then and there that this was going to be even more fun than he'd hoped. Arms slipped around his neck as Spairn came in, and Stone practically lifted the other man in a welcoming bear hug, having missed his best friend more than he was willing to actually say. Wouldn't do to get all sentimental, now would it?

Before too long those arms were gone from around his neck, and instead the other man's scarf now dangled from his throat, almost like a leash in the way it was wrapped. He quirked an eyebrow and smirked, hands lightly settling on his hips for a moment before he answered. "Damn, that's pretty far . . . You'd think you'd be all warm and in need of cooling down, by the time you got here." He smirked then, moving closer and letting his large hands splay along the thinner man's shoulders. "I think you're just a cold wuss, darlin'. It gets a little nippy and you hide under a dozen layers." A light cluck of his tongue followed it, a disappointed tsk escaping as he tried to keep a straight face.

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leg_work
2008-02-02 12:47 am UTC (link)

The door was kicking closed with a loud bang when he was lifted off of his feet - and just to say, that was quite the accomplishment, being able to pull someone as tall as he was into the air that high. Then again, Stone could look him straight in the eye without having to tip his head in any direction, so maybe it wasn't as big a feat as he'd originally assumed. In fact, Spairn was fairly certain that Stone was nearly an inch taller than he was, but that was totally not the point here.

The point, if anyone was curious, was that he was most certainly not a pussy when it came to cold weather. Look at where they'd grown up! Half the time, it felt like winter lasted eight months out of the year in Lindeburgh and a man's skin thickened to resist the elements after so long in such an environment. "I'm a clothes horse," he replied, a hand laying across Stone's bicep in a quick swat before he reached down to pinch at that firm ass. What! Okay, it was right there, pert and muscly, and Spairn was not a man who was able to control his urges very easily when it came to pretty things. Not that he would ever tell his friend that his ass was pretty, seeing as how that was just unheard of.

"Apparently, you don't require clothes at all." To accentuate the point, Spairn pulled away just enough to where he could see the length of the man's front by simply looking down the gap between them. "You never told me you were a nudist, pumpkin."

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standsfirm
2008-02-03 08:34 pm UTC (link)

Hey, what was enhanced strength for, if he couldn't even lift his skinny companion into the air? He still had the weight advantage, and the bulk advantage if it came down to it. That didn't mean Spairn was scrawny, or anything of the sort. No, exactly the opposite, really. The other man could hold his own, and had more than once beaten the shit out of Stone in the middle of sparring. He knew that as delicate as Spairn sometimes seemed, he could hand your ass to you in a fight, hands down. But that too wasn't the point here.

He laughed lightly at the swat, giving Spairn the cheeky grin he had been so well known for, back in Lindeburgh. Sure, it had been fucking cold there too, but that didn't change the fact that he wanted to tease his friend. Who wore that many clothes, when it wasn't THAT cold in the room, seriously? Of course, any chance he had at keeping up his manly, tough guy facade was quickly thrown out the window by the startled, almost squeak that slipped from him when those cold fingers suddenly pinched his asscheek. Well, there went THAT little bit of dignity. Stone scowled at his friend before swatting the other man's ass in retaliation, stepping back into the apartment a little more and sprawling out on the sofa.

"What can I say? A guy gets used to the au naturale look when his clothes melt off randomly."

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leg_work
2008-02-03 09:34 pm UTC (link)

Not that Stone would ever admit to getting the pulp beaten out of him, but that was an entirely different argument for another time. When Spairn wasn't altogether distracted by muscle and skin and that obnoxiously disheveled hair that always looked like the other man had spent hours on it, when in actuality he'd just rolled out of bed to answer the door.

Also, the obnoxious way the other man decided that he could sprawl out over the couch in such ways that likened to a sex god - but again, those were the sorts of things they never mentioned to each other out loud, right? There were better ways of showing such appreciation. Not that they ever had. Maybe a kiss or two, of course, but nothing as uhm.. straightforward as what Stone was projecting right then.

"You've seemed to adapt into this environment seamlessly, pumpkin." He grinned at his own horrible pun and reached down to piece a few strands of hair out of the other man's face. "I think I might have missed you, you big oaf."

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standsfirm
2008-02-06 06:32 pm UTC (link)

Oh, of course he wouldn't admit it. He wasn't stupid, after all; if he ever actually got around to admitting that he had a weakness like that, he'd never hear the end of it. Besides, it was fun distracting Spairn with the nakedness, if only to see how his friend would react. It wasn't as if this was the first time he'd been caught without clothes on, particularly by the other man in front of him. So this wasn't even a milestone! It was a regular old Thursdayy, really . . . or whatever day it was. Damned if Stone knew.

He knew he looked good, though; he'd spent enough hours in the gym getting the body he had that he absolutely knew he had to look good. If he didn't have that, well, he might as well go 'round with a paper bag on his head, really. Not like anyone put up with him besides for his prettiness . . . except Spairn. Well, then again, Spairn didn't count, because their relationship was unique. They weren't what you'd call typical best friends, but they weren't MORE than that, either . . . it was all very confusing and tended to give Stone a headache if he ever chose to actually sit down and contemplate it all. Now, though, was definitely not the time, and he let his legs flop open a little before he propped his feet up on the coffee table and looked to his friend in amusement.

"Oh, ha ha. You need to get a new jokebook, darlin'. Your puns are startin' to get a little threadbare around the edges." A smirk crossed the other man's face then, and he sat forward, almost leaning into the brush of fingers as his hair was tucked back . . . almost. Not quite. "I was hopin' you had, or I might hafta be offended, you know."

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