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Who: Scud + Lo
What: Having Grownup Talks.
When: After this thread.
Where: Scud's place.
Rating: R for language and sexytimes.
Status: Complete.




Life was weird, Scud reflected. He was outside Lo's place, perched on the motorcycle he was sort of borrowing from the shop (although, really, he was starting to like the thing and was considering purchasing it himself), leaned on handlebars with a cigarette he was barely paying attention to between two fingers.

No, maybe not life, exactly. Lo made him feel weird. Never had Scud been in a position where he felt like he was always one step shy of fucking everything up just by being himself. Never had he been worried about saying the wrong thing or wishing he could take something back as soon as it was out there (stranger yet, was the random urge to apologize for it). The very idea that he'd brought up having a real adult conversation was laughably concerning. But really, when it came down to it, he realized he just didn't want to disappoint the other man. And that was weird, too.

He'd texted when he'd shown up, but felt no real need to go in. The weather was nice, and there was a song he liked playing on the radio - it was a rare day when Scud would pass up sitting around to listen to The Who, particularly My Generation. A little old school for his usual tastes, but what the fuck did he really care about picking one genre in particular?

Sauntering out a few moments later, Lo untied his tie, tucking it into one of his jacket pockets so it wouldn’t flap into his face while they rode. He smiled as he approached Scud, swinging his leg up and around the motorcycle. “Hello, there. Is that music coming from your bike? Why do they make motorcycles with radios? Can you hear when you drive?”

So many questions. So much... logic in it. Scud gave a nearly wry expression, took a drag from his cigarette and shrugged. “Er--yeah. And probably so y’don’t get bored at red lights.” A pause. “And while you’re waitin’ for people.” Hey, you ask weird questions, you get weird answers, man.

He twisted a little, glancing over his shoulder at the not-ginger before digging through the pockets of his jackets and presenting the man with a pair of sunglasses, because frankly he was a thoughtful motherfucker. “Safety first,” he said, and it was ironic because helmets were for losers.

“Safety second, practicality first.” Lo smirked, putting on the sunglasses, figuring he looked like a weirdo. His own shades were in the car, but he did enjoy holding onto Scud, so he didn’t bother with a helmet either. He pressed his cheek to Scud’s back, sighing contentedly. “So. Where are we headed?”

“Hm.” It just wasn’t a good answer, but Scud found himself distracted by Lo’s arms around his waist and face pressed against his back. It was -- nice. It kind of made his stomach go all weird, though, and so he cleared his throat, flicked away his cigarette. “Figured my place. Unless there’s somewhere y’prefer?”

“Your place is good.” Lo figured if worst came to worst he could have Carl come fetch him. That was the nice thing about a driver; as long as he had a phone, he could get picked up. But Lo hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

Closing his eyes, Lo squeezed his arms a little more tightly around Scud’s waist. He actually really wanted to sit with Scud on his turf, maybe have some pizza or something, shag on the couch. But no, they were going to talk. Lo felt stupid.

Scud only gave a nod at that, pressing his sunglasses closer to his nose and fully starting up the bike. It was easy not to have to think of anything once they hit the streets -- a little slow at first until proper balance was found with someone as tall as Lo on the back. After that, he picked up speed, enjoying the wind and Lo’s arms around him.

He took the long way -- convoluted by freeway and side roads. Just because he could. Delaying confusion and stress was an added benefit.

Lo was fairly sure his boyfriend was trying to make him pee himself. This was only the second time he’d actually been on a bike, and as such, he felt his muscles going stiff as he just sat, attempting to enjoy himself and managing to stay on. That was something, right?

Sure, it counted for something. Stopping at a red light, Scud twisted around a little, a laugh not quite escaping his lips. “That bad? Relax, L.” He reached back, hand finding Lo’s thigh and pulling it forward a little.

“It’s only my second time doing this.” Lo bit his lower lip, closing his eyes and shivering when he realized that Scud was touching him. He had to calm down, if only because he wasn’t sure that it was physically possible to have sex on a motorcycle.

Scud envied that lip bite something awful - his own inner lip and the new tattoo there a sore spot on his pride, as well as natural tendency for constant oral fixation. “Only gotta hang on,” he said. “Wouldn’t let you fall.” Green light, and he was turned toward the road again, thinking maybe he should cut the long way short.

“I know that,” Lo murmured, smiling and letting his forehead rest against Scud’s back. He enjoyed it for a while, eventually finding himself able to let go and just enjoy the rumble and the vibrations.

Once they were at Scud’s, Lo angled himself off, stretching and smiling. “Huh. That wasn’t awful.”

“You didn’t like it.” Scud was smiling anyway, a crooked sort of twist of the lips. It did take some getting used to, he supposed, and so could not really blame the other man. He shrugged, giving a little stretch as well before raising his eyebrows and gesturing to his front door. Are you ready, Lo? Doom awaits. Maybe.

“I didn’t hate it, I’m just not used to it.” Lo had been to Scud’s once before, so he simply walked over to the door that he knew was Scud’s, and he leaned against the wall next to it. “You love that bike. You should keep it.”

“Been thinkin’ on it, actually. Might could do.” Was it that obvious? He did like that bike, it was infinitely more fun to drive than his car, and it never really did get cold enough in California to worry about not being able to ride it.

He opened the door, stepping inside his little apartment, which had very obviously been cleaned up some recently. Scud wasn’t exactly the most organized of people, but he’d at least tried clearing away the empty cigarette packs and properly stacking all his mail and magazines.

Lo smiled when they got inside. He shrugged off his jacket and flopped down on the sofa. Lo had a talent in addition to his skills at work: he was very good at looking comfortable wherever he was. “I like you, Scud. I like you a lot. For the record, I’m not sleeping with anyone else but you. Period.” Hey, if they were going to talk, better to get it out of the way, right?

Well, that was what they were here for, he supposed. Scud shrugged off his jacket, tossing it and his sunglasses on top of a nearby end table and contemplated Lo’s words even as he walked the twenty some odd feet away to the kitchen. It was all open, so it wasn’t like he’d left the room. He pulled a bottle of whiskey from the freezer and two glasses from the drying tray next to the sink before returning to the living room to plop down next to Lo on the couch.
“I didn’t think y’were,” he said, honestly -- Lo didn’t seem the type. Additionally, he’d been pretty open when they met about not having really had any in a while.

He poured them each a drink (fuck waiting five days as suggested), and handed one off to the not-ginger. “I haven’t. Not since --er. Dating you.” Lo clearly saw sex as something Scud did often, and with many people. He wasn’t wrong, but Scud had to wonder just how often the man thought he really got around.

“Do you want to?” That was what Lo worried about the most. “I’m not wild about it, but if it means keeping you around, then ... you can.” Lo didn’t know why he felt that way, just that he did; that having Scud around in some fucked-up capacity was better than not.

“You said that already. Before.” Scud felt the need to point that out, as opposed to actually giving a real answer. He wasn’t sure if he even had a real answer. It wasn’t like it was his life quest to fuck all the things; it just happened to be something he did. Because he enjoyed it. Because it was better than staring at the walls in his tiny apartment. He sipped his drink, and it burned his mouth in a way that he probably shouldn’t have enjoyed, but did anyway.

Lo just closed his eyes and sprawled out further on the sofa, pretending he was suddenly massively tired. When in doubt: evade.

Well, that wasn’t going to fucking work. Scud chewed his lip, regretted it immediately, and stopped. There was a very long, nearly painful silence. Finally, his eyes found a really cool spot on the floor to look at. “If y’don’t want me to, I won’t.”

“I’d rather you didn’t, but if you ... I want you to be happy too. And if I’m not enough for that, I want you to tell me. If you want me to fuck off, just tell me.” Lo kept his eyes squinched shut. “This is my first real relationship, and I wish someone had told me this part was difficult.”

What the hell did “real relationship” mean, anyway? Scud wasn’t sure he knew, and that probably didn’t help matters. It was difficult. How did people manage these damn things? He chewed on the side of his cheek in lieu of lip, fidgeted with his drink before setting it down, and then found a cigarette. Scud couldn’t sit still at the best of times.

“Y’don’t need to fuck off. I can try.” Because honestly, he already had been trying. Flirting came naturally - it wasn’t even something he thought about, and he’d even tried toning that back a little.

“I accidentally flirted with someone the other day. I felt awful.” Lo smiled sheepishly. “May I kiss you? Or will it hurt?” Lo opened his eyes, watching Scud fidget. “Come here.”

Scud shook his head. He honestly couldn’t imagine Lo accidentally flirting with anyone. He was just so - well. Lo.

He set his smoke down, and half crawled the rest of the way across the couch until he was nearly sitting in the other man’s lap. He’d be damned if he didn’t do what he wanted just because of some stupid dream tattoo, and so leaned forward for a kiss. He didn’t expect this weird conversation was over (it had seemed too easy), but he was more than happy to take make-out breaks in-between.

Lo wrapped his arms around Scud and tugged his fingers through the younger man’s hair. He was so glad he’d met him. Lo’s kisses were gentle, not wanting to hurt his boyfriend. The boyfriend who was giving up the ability to have sex with California. For him. It was a bit mindboggling.

Trying to give up that ability. Scud was the kind of guy who was big on making mistakes. But he'd try, because if nothing else he was pretty sure Lo seemed worth that effort. It wasn't every day Scud ran into a guy who was smart, funny, ridiculously good looking and exciting to sleep with, after all. It wasn't often that he felt compelled to be around someone or even see them more than once. It wasn't often that he liked anyone so much, actually.

The gentle kisses were different for them, but nice enough where keeping it up for a few minutes seemed like the best idea. He made a tiny noise of approval, just to say so.

Lo smiled as they kissed, letting his fingers run up Scud’s arms and then back down again. “Are you hungry? I could have Carl run us over some KFC.” Sometimes, a posh rich person just wanted some Colonel, dammit.

Curbing his desire to nibble on Scud’s lower lip, Lo instead nibbled on his neck, threading their fingers together and smiling. “Thank you. For indulging this old sap.”

“If you want.” Poor Carl just couldn’t seem to catch a day off. Scud would have felt worse about it, but he was kind of a lazy motherfucker, and the idea of food being delivered to his door was always nice.

He brushed calloused thumbs against the sides of Lo’s hands, and leaned back just enough to give an amused expression. “You ain’t that old, you know.” Probably he was a sap though. And yeah, one that was currently being indulged.

“What do you want him to grab?” Lo smiled, knowing that he called himself old just to make Scud smile. “I’m old at heart. I tell kids to get off of my lawn. Or I would if my house didn’t have a gate.”

He pulled his phone out of his jacket, tapping out a text message. “What sides would you like? What can you eat with your lip?”

“Whatever I want.” There was a very resolute pout in those words -- Scud was clearly annoyed with that stupid tattoo. He tucked his legs underneath himself and grabbed a new cigarette and his lighter. “Whatever you like, I guess.” A pause. “But none of that coleslaw shit.” Who even liked that?

“Coleslaw was invented by rednecks to get their children to eat veggies. And look how well that turned out.” Lo managed to be an asshole even while he typed. “May I see it?” It being the tattoo. “Do you know why you got it in your dreams?” Lo was glad they weren’t talking about him having a female body sometimes in his dreams.

Scud snorted at that, but wouldn’t put it past anyone -- miracle whip did not a vegetable make. Hell, even he knew that. He held off lighting his smoke, and waited for Lo to finish typing. “Yeah, I know why.” Before bothering to explain, the brunet tilted his head up, pulling his bottom lip down a bit to reveal the offending thing -- a glyph, really. Not the worst or most tasteless one could hope for in a tattoo by looks alone.

Lo looked at it, then sent the text. “I had a client once who had her boyfriend’s name put on her lip like that. They they broke up, so she had it tatooed over so it looked like it said “blow me” which made no sense. God, I was glad when she decided to go into porn. I don’t represent porn stars, just because I have no contacts in that industry.” He put his phone away and looked at Scud, waiting to find out why the tattoo.

Lo’s occupational stories were always just so damn bizarre. It was weird to think people that stupid actually existed. Scud shook his head and lit his smoke. “Uhm. It’s a mark t’show ownership.” Simplest explanation for something kinda fucked up. Hopefully Lo didn’t feel the need to be jealous over dream vampires.

Jealous? Not really, no. It got Lo thinking of things similar in the waking hours, and he bit his own lip trying to keep from having a half-mast. “Oh.”

Well. That had not been the reaction that Scud had been expecting. Overall, it was a much preferable one, however. Scud figured if he wasn’t allowed to flirt with anyone else, he might as well lay it on thick with the one guy he could. He rose his eyebrows, took a slow drag from his cigarette, and leaned forward to lean against the arm of the couch. “Oh,” he repeated. “It ain’t the concept that bothers me about it. Just don’t care to be claimed by dream vampires, is all.”

“Well, I suppose it’s better that then dying, yeah?” Lo smirked in response, reaching out to tuck some of Scud’s hair behind his ears. “To be fair, Satan’s the one who owns me in my dreams. Vampires would likely be nicer.” Nope, the erection wasn’t going away. Lo shifted his weight, and wondered where his strange desire to pin Scud to the sofa had come from.

“Probably,” Scud agreed, because that was actually kind of fucked up. Then again, the dreams in general were fucked up, and only time would tell how this shit worked out. He was pretty big on self-preservation, so probably he’d made the right choice.

He tilted his head into Lo’s hand, a lazy nuzzle of a gesture.

Closing his eyes, Lo tried not to think of Scud trussed up again, even as he let his long fingers fist their way into Scud’s hair. “This is going much better than I’d planned, you know. I thought this was going to be awkward. Instead, you have me thinking of all sorts of strange bondage scenarios.”

Scud’s smile in response to that was nearly predatory, and totally lost on Lo since his eyes were closed. “That’s more fun than arguing.” And frankly, Lo just worried too much - Scud was always quick to try and please. It wasn’t a big deal. He dug the hair pulling, because he was a sensible boy, and bent his head back a little. “Do tell, though.”

“Well, perhaps its a bit soon for ownership tattoos, but bruises are more fun and temporary to boot.” Lo opened one eye lazily. “You thought we were going to argue? Why would we argue? Talking isn’t always combative.”

No shit it was too soon for that. The word boyfriend alone was a bit of a shock to Scud, sometimes. He couldn’t help but agree with the bruises bit. “I wear ‘em well, anyway.” But then he gave a sniff, and leaned back a little to take one more drag from his cigarette before setting it into an ashtray. “Dunno. Just figured it’d happen. Relationships are weird.” But then he was scooting over a bit, pressing his side into Lo’s, as if attempting to make up for being awkward about it.

“Yes. Yes you do.” Lo turned his head and bit down on Scud’s neck, gently worrying the skin there. “Relationships are weird, but they’re easier if both parties just say what they’re fucking thinking.” Lo managed to undo Scud’s belt with one hand, smirking against the younger man’s neck. “And right now I’m thinking Carl can leave the food by the damn door.”

KFC didn’t have shit on this, and Scud let out a snort of a laugh in agreement. Head tilted to the side, Scud closed his eyes and only barely resisted biting his lip, instead digging his fingers into Lo’s thigh. “Communication. Got it. Seems fair.” Tiny sentences, so he wouldn’t lose track of them. Not that he ever really spoke at length.

Lo chuckled, unzipping Scud and crawled down off of the sofa. He looked up at Scud, grinning broadly. “You’ve been very brave and honest. I feel like we should reward your behavior with something.” He ran his tongue idly around the head of Scud’s erection, pretending to be puzzled. “But what?” Teasing was something he was good at.

“Oh,” said Scud, fidgeting slightly but keeping his eyes on Lo. “Surprise me?” Yes. It would be quite a shock, he was sure. He idly wondered how a man so good at teasing could be so bad at flirting. It didn’t matter, really. Scud rather enjoyed the compliments, as silly as they might have been. He settled his fingers in that not-ginger hair, always on a mission to ruin that pomaded look.

Normally, Lo would yell at anyone who even looked like they were going to touch his hair, but for some reason whenever Scud took it in his hands by the fistful, all Lo wanted to do was groan. Carefully, he took Scud into his mouth, going deeper than he had before, running his tongue over the base of the other man’s cock. He’d have grinned at Scud’s reaction if he’d been able.

It was an odd thought, but Scud thought that one of these days he’d terribly like returning this favor. Maybe not today though, because lip tattoos and blow jobs didn’t seem like something that would be friends. Tightening his grip in Lo’s hair to something near a tug, the brunet made a happy little noise. He’d find copious amounts of compliments to give later, so decided not to start in too soon.

Scud had an oral fixation, to be sure; Lo had noticed that straight away. But Lo enjoyed this more than any other sex act. He liked the feeling of power and submission that he got, all at the same time. Sure, he was vulnerable - kneeling and giving. But at the same time, he could get Scud to do whatever he wanted. He could get the other man to agree to almost anything if he’d just finish the blowjob. That was a feeling that any man would like.

Well, any man who liked giving blowjobs, anyway. Apparently some didn’t, and shame on them because they were missing out. Scud wiggled a little, tilting hips up just a tad (argh, sitting), and chewed the inside of his cheek. “Christ, L.”

That was just a sign that Lo needed to work a bit harder. He moved a little lower, sucked a bit harder, knowing that was what Scud liked. Lo didn’t know that it made his cheekbones look even higher, that when his hair was a bit ruffled it made him look completely debauched and sexed out. If he had, he’d have worn it that way more often.

If Lo were to walk around looking like that, Scud might actually have to learn how to be jealous. He'd keep this secret, just to save himself the stress.

Eyelids lowered, but not completely -- Scud was a fan of watching, and Lo was fucking beautiful while he worked. If anything his grip went tighter in his boyfriends' hair, pulling. The whimper of a moan that came from the back of his throat wasn't the most distinguished of noises, but luckily for them, Scud wasn't the most distinguished of anything.

A muffled groan escaped Lo’s throat. He was being careful not to touch himself, though, to wait. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold out, but the trying was what made it awesome.

He could hear Carl thumping at the door, or someone with a really obnoxious knock, and thought about how normal people would stop what they were doing and feel vaguely embarrassed. Lo did neither of those things, instead redoubling his efforts to bob his head faster.

Fuck, if Lo wasn't going to stop, Scud sure as hell wasn't going to make him. That chicken could fucking rot out there; they'd get a pizza later.

"Fuck," Scud said -- and he wasn't really subtle in terms of volume. He gave up watching, dropping his head back until it was against the back of the couch, eyes closed. "That's-- jesus--" He forgot what he was going for in terms of words, there. A warning? A compliment? Both? Yes.

Warnings were appreciated, but Lo could tell anyway. He heard the thumping stop, then start again, then stop. Lo bore off of Scud just enough to not choke when the younger man climaxed, but not enough to stop. Instead, he groaned, trying to move faster, reaching up to run fingernails over Scud’s hip.

Sometimes, there were just no words. Scud panted, pushed his hair from his face with a free hand even as he tried to remember how to breathe properly and then forgot all over again. Lo was entirely too good at this. Everything was a bit hyper sensitive now; Lo's nails nearly burned on his hip and Scud liked it. He wriggled beneath the other man, with a tiny hiss of a noise.

When Lo was finished swallowing, he nipped gently at Scud’s inner thigh, his hip, sucking a mark there. Every movement Lo made was torture, his erection pushing at the zip of his trousers. Why did people use zippers? Buttons seemed more penis friendly.

Because clothing designers were sadists, obviously.

“Christ,” he repeated, because thinking up new things to say could wait. Scud readjusted himself a little, taking his gaze from the ceiling to fix on Lo again. He tugged on the other mans’ shoulder, urging him back onto the couch even as he leaned down a bit to steal a kiss.

Lo kissed Scud back with enthusiasm, chuckling as he sat down on the couch. “I should go get the food,” he murmured, meaning it but only as an afterthought.

“If y’want,” Scud agreed, rearranging himself on the couch so that he was facing Lo, although his gaze was more on his obvious erection, that was more likely than not painful by now. He ran a finger over his bottom lip almost absently before moving to help remove the not-gingers’ belt.

“Ah, thank you.” Lo smiled, looking nearly sheepish. “Sometimes denying gratification makes the gratification that much better.”

Scud gave a half smile in response to that, slipping the belt from it’s last loop and setting it aside before moving on to button and zipper. “I know,” he said, because he did.

Lo bit his lower lip as the zipper was pulled down. Thank goodness; he could finally breathe. It was enough to make him groan, and Scud hadn’t touched him yet.

Good things to those who wait, or whatever. Scud wasn’t the most patient of sorts though, and there was really no reason to tease, considering he’d already been so nicely rewarded. And so, without much flourish at all, he helped Lo wiggle out of his slacks and then moved to straddle the other man’s lap, facing him. Scud stole another kiss, and wrapped a firm hand around Lo’s erection.

Eyes closed, Lo arched his back and smiled. “You’re ... very kind,” he teased.

“Was just raised up that way,” Scud quipped, although it wasn’t really all that true. He made careful bites against Lo’s jawline.

“Remind me to send your mother a card,” Lo murmured. He curled up closer to Scud, running his fingers through his hair. “You’re lovely.”

Scud didn’t quite roll his eyes at the idea of his boyfriend sending his estranged mother of twelve years a thank you card out of the blue. It was kind of funny, actually.

“Mm,” he shrugged a little at the compliment, even if he did secretly like it, and then ran a rough thumb over the tip of Lo’s cock. “Can’t return that favor today, L, though I wish I could.” It was basically asking what the other man might prefer instead, without a real question.

“You don’t have to do anything, Scud. Honestly, whatever you like.” He enjoyed when Scud took control, if only because it allowed him insight into his partner’s mind.

Scud's stroke was nearly lazy even as his expression went oddly thoughtful as if he were trying to decide just exactly what he would like. Making up his mind about things was very clearly not one of his stronger qualities - and why should it have been? He'd spent over a decade traveling in whatever direction the car he'd been in at the moment was going. He'd made a practical living off of just doing whatever and not thinking too hard on it.

After a moment, he shrugged and gave a lopsided smile. "Wanna see my room?"

“I would, actually.” Lo stood up, stretched, and undid his tie. So what if his trousers were falling down?

It was kind of a funny sight, and the younger man gave a chuckle over it even as he rolled himself off the couch, seemingly unconcerned with only being half clothed, himself. “Ain’t nothing impressive,” he warned, although it probably wasn’t necessary. He just felt the need to forewarn that there was absolutely no kind of king sized bed awaiting in that room.

When revealed, there wasn’t actually much going on in his room beside obvious second hand wood furniture and a full sized bed that probably didn’t know what it meant to be made. To his credit, Scud didn’t seem embarrassed or bothered by it.

“You’re in it from time to time, that’s impressive enough.” Lo snogged Scud, smiling when he saw his boyfriend’s bedroom. Ironically, it looked exactly as he’d imagined it to look. Stripping, Lo sprawled out on the bed, grinning. “This is comfortable.”

“Ain’t bad,” Scud agreed, flopping onto the bed as well -- it was small enough where he had to press close to Lo to actually fit, and that was perfectly fine with him. Having absolutely no idea why sleeping in his own bed was impressive to Lo, he just didn’t bother to comment on it. Instead, Scud nibbled at his shoulder.

Lo just liked to be near him. He just wanted to be close to his boyfriend where he slept, where he could wrap his arms around him and nuzzle close. He just wanted to be with him. Lo liked that it smelled like Scud, that it was cosy and comfortable and ... perfect. The shoulder nibbling made Lo smile, running long fingers over Scud’s cheek.

It was comfortable -- much like Scud’s natural tendency to wear layers, his bed had multiple blankets, clearly telling of the fact that the boy rather liked burrowing into them before sleeping. He pressed his cheek into Lo’s hand, nearly a headbutt.

“So. Whatever shall you do with me,” Lo smirked. He was naked, and he wiggled down into Scud’s covers, enjoying burrowing just as much.

It was an oddly adorable sight -- Lo was made up of long and nearly gangly limbs, and he looked terribly endearing wiggling under the covers. Scud had to shake his head to clear away the image. “Gimme a few to recover and I can think of a lotta things.” Being nearly thirty sucked, sometimes.

“All right,” Lo smiled, cuddling closer. He had the covers pulled up to his chin, which was settled comfortably with the rest of his head on Scud’s chest. “So, are you glad you’re still in California?”

“Sometimes.” Scud found himself petting Lo’s head, scratching nails gently through the short, soft hair at the nape of his neck. “This part’s nice, anyway.”

“Any plans to leave any time soon?” Lo arched his back, fairly purring. “Your sheets smell good.” They smelled like Scud - sweat and sex and motor oil.

The purring only made Scud keep it up, nails finding that spot behind Lo’s ear, like a cat might like. “No, not really. Nowhere else to go, anyway.” A pause, because he was not beyond fishing for compliments. “Why? Would ya miss me?”

“Very much, actually.” Lo arched his back, eyes closing, letting loose his own rumbly purr. “Did you doubt that?”

“Never thought on it.” Hey, it was probably a bit rude, but it was honest, too. “Doesn’t matter. I ain’t going anywhere. Getting too old for all that relocation shit.” Which was a little funny, because Scud acted much younger than he was most of the time. He moved his hand down beneath covers to scratch Lo’s back.

“I know how you feel. Though truly, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. This and New York are the only cities that I could ever do my job in, and while New york is nice, I prefer it here.” Lo moved so he was laying on his stomach, sighing at the scratches. “Umph,” he murmured.

“Me too.” Of course he’d been to New York. He was from Jersey, it was practically one of the first places he’d went. He liked how receptive Lo was to his scratches and so kept it up for a time.

Purring a little, Lo smiled. “I’ll admit, having Carl makes this place just as easy to drink in as New York is - oh, the food!” Lo hopped up, jumping over Scud athletically and went to the door, still nude. He grabbed the food which was no worse for the wear as it was in a styrofoam cooler, along with another cooler of drinks. “He brought beer too, do you like Heineken?”

Scud had followed Lo out a bit, leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, with a newly found and lit smoke between his lips. “Yeah,” be said, because beer was beer, except for when it totally wasn’t. “He’s fucking good.” Seriously, Carl was like above and beyond what Scud would have imagined a personal driver to be like. It was impressive.

“He’s well compensated for his trouble.” Lo smiled, bringing in both coolers. “He’s essentially my best friend, driver, ex...something, and employee all rolled into one.”

It was probably good Scud had no idea how to be jealous, because if he did Carl would probably be on his radar. “Sweet deals for the both of you, then. Couch?” Scud said, because he was a messy sort, but that didn’t mean he was interested in sleeping in mashed potatoes. On the other hand, he had no problem eating whilst completely nude.

“Of course.” Lo smiled, sitting on the couch and opening up the coolers. He set the food on the coffee table, obviously not having a problem eating in the buff either.

Scud might not see reason to say so, but he rather enjoyed Lo’s obvious comfort -- they were very similar in that regard. He settled himself next to the not-ginger, sitting closer than he really needed to.

Leaning against Scud, Lo took one of the tubs of mashed potatoes and a plastic spoon and started to eat. “Umph. I don’t care how many super expensive places I eat, this is heaven.” He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.

Fiddling through the cooler until he found something suitable to eat, Scud gave a snort of a laugh. “You, L, are one of a kind.” What were these? Green beans? Did he like those? Sure, why not. “Gotta fuckin’ love a spork, huh.”

Lo grinned, leaning in to snog Scud. He liked that the kiss tasted of mashed potatoes. It was comforting somehow. “Don’t forget it, Scud.”

“I won’t.” And that was probably about as sappy as Scud was going to get for the moment. It didn’t make it less true though -- he didn’t make big decisions often, but when he did, he tended to stick by them. And then, to even out the fact that he was being weird, he stole some of Lo’s mashed potatoes.