Lo isn't impressed. (thedemonlo) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-19 16:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, joshua frohmeyer (scud), lo |
Who: Scud + Lo
What: Vacation!
When: Saturday night.
Where: Macau.
Rating: R for sexin'.
Status: Complete.
Scud had to wonder if there was like some kind of award that people might get for not being complete sluts. Like chips in AA meetings, or something. Consistent with fidelity for two weeks straight, it might say.
He deserved that award. Totally.
Unfortunately, it meant he had to find other ways to keep himself distracted. Scud was certain he'd never read so much or watched quite so many cartoons in his life. He'd actually returned books to the library on time. There probably should have been an award for that too.
He needed a new fucking hobby. Maybe jigsaw puzzles would be fun if he was high enough.
Anyway. Today was a Lo day, so he didn't need to worry about puzzles yet. He poked around Lo's office while waiting for him to finish what felt like forever's worth of typing.
Lo looked up when he finished typing. “So. You know about your tattoo?’ Lo smiled lopsidedly. It wasn’t the world’s best segway, but he’d tried, right?
He had. Credit where due, or something. Scud turned to Lo, raising his eyebrows as if to say ‘why, yes, I am actually quite aware of it’. But instead of snark, he gave a shrug. Because he was a nice dude, sometimes. “What about it?”
“Well, at first I was confused about how dreams could bring forth things into our waking lives. But ... I can do things now too.” Lo leaned back and closed his laptop. “It’s ... odd, but incredibly useful.”
“Do things?” Well, one of those eyebrows just wasn’t going to go down without more information. “Demon things?”
Lo chuckled. “Well, yes, but these are useful demon things.” Lo chuckled. “Less hellfire, more actually nice.” Lo put his computer into a laptop sleeve before standing up to kiss Scud. “How’re you?”
Leaning up a little to steal one more kiss, Scud then gave a little shrug and a lopsided smile. “Ain’t bad. No more lip bother.” Which was nice. “What’s yer nice demon trick?” And why wasn’t this a weirder conversation? Oh right, because Scud was now used to the company of vampires who could walk walls and... stuff.
Lo ran his fingers through Scud’s hair, and suddenly they were standing in Lo’s bedroom. “See? Useful.”
“Holy fucking christ.” The brunet looked around with wide eyes for a moment, trying to decide if he felt a proper need to freak out about this or not. After a seconds’ contemplation, he decided that seemed like an awful lot of effort. “That’s --- damn. Carl’s gonna have a lotta free time now, huh.”
“He will! But I’ll still need things delivered from time to time.” Lo grinned, nibbling Scud’s earlobe. “I think I got out a little better than you.” He wrapped his arms around Scud and smiled. “Anywhere you want to go?”
Definitely Lo got out better than him. So far, anyway. Not like Scud really knew if there were any negatives to being a demon or not. Leaning into the taller not-ginger, Scud considered considering the question. Sadly, ear nibbles were very distracting. “You got a -- uh -- range?”
“I’m sure only Earth. I don’t know if they have demons on Mars. But I do know they also don’t have oxygen. I tried it out this morning and had breakfast in Paris. Granted, it wasn’t breakfast time there, so it was more like lunch, but whatever.”
Even Scud wasn’t curious about visiting somewhere as far away as a different planet. Still, the idea of just jumping to France wasn’t all that easy to get his head around. Really, he was trying though. “You had lunch. In Paris.” Okay, a little more impressive than seeing little Mavis stick to a wall.
“I had to test it,” Lo said sheepishly, running his fingers through his hair. “Want to try someplace local?” It seemed like it might scare Scud less.
Scud supposed he couldn’t blame Lo for wanting to try it out. If he had cool powers, he’d want to try them, too. But no, he only got a shitty tattoo out of his deal. He didn’t even want to go into the unfairness that was that. He chewed his lip, considered the bedroom for a moment (it was really a good spot to have ended up), but then supposed they could just wind up back there whenever. “Okay,” he agreed, a little lamely.
“Or we can stay here. You seem upset.” Lo cocked his head, pulling Scud closer. “What’s going on?”
“Not upset. It’s just nuts, ain’t it?” He gave a vague sort of gesture, which really was the only kind of gesture he knew how to make anyway. “Like somethin’ from a comic book.” He liked the hugs, anyway - Scud was pretty sure he’d been missing human contact a bit too much lately - and so stuck his chin atop Lo’s shoulder.
Lo wrapped his arms tighter around Scud, closing his eyes and thinking of a place. They ended up standing in front of a hotel on a crowded street in a sunny city very far away. People were speaking Spanish and Portugese in equal measure, and Lo smiled as he turned to his boyfriend. “Welcome to Macau. Want to go shag in the hotel?”
Geography: Scud was not very great at it when it didn’t involve the United States. “Mac--China?” That had to be right. Right? Sure. He glanced around, eyes bright from behind messy bangs, looking at people and architecture. This was really fucking weird. Also? The kind of thing younger people might describe as epic. “Do I wanna--? Yeah. Fuck yeah I do.”
“It’s currently under Chinese rule, but many Portugese people still live here. And it’s good you want to stay. I’d be sad if I’d booked the penthouse suite without you wanting to come.” Lo winked. He was crafty that way.
“You really played this one by ear,” Scud said, a little on the side of wry. He was amused though -- Lo did make his plans seem hardly planned at all. It was very crafty. He considered reaching out for the not-gingers’ hand, but then decided against it. Really, it was hard to say what was okay in possibly communist countries, after all. Instead he just rose his eyebrows before wandering into the hotel.
“This is basically what I do for work. My job is to make this seem effortless.” Lo took Scud’s hand, not really caring what happened to them since they could teleport back instantly. Besides; the hotel had cost 12000 HKD (roughly 1500 US dollars). He wanted to see what it was worth.
When they went inside, Lo blinked. It was larger that Scud’s apartment by about four times, and had its own spa room. “When I said I wanted the nicest they had, they weren’t kidding.”
Scud blinked too. This place was fucking ridiculous large. There was a lot to look at. With nearly childlike curiosity, Scud wandered around the place, peeking and poking at nearly everything -- but did not think to release Lo’s hand from his own. “Jesus,” he muttered, unsure how to deal with all the space. “Wait - balcony?” Balconies were magical for things like a really sweet view and smoking.
“Of course balcony.” Lo smirked, nibbling at the other man’s neck. “Want to smoke and order room service?” He opened the doors to the balcony, outright gaping at the view. “Oh, god,” he murmured. Suddenly he felt less awkward about his teleportation powers and better about them in general.
Scud on the other hand, had no quick response to offer other than tilting his head to the side and staring. It was a lot to take in, and he was fairly easily distracted in the first place. He leaned against the railing, pulled out a smoke and lit it without looking at his hands at all. “Christ, L.” It was gorgeous.
“I did well,” Lo murmured. “This is just stunning.” There was ocean in front of them as well, but a whole city too. Sitting down, Lo looked up at Scud. “It’s surreal. I’m glad you don’t think I’m a monster or something.”
“Y’did. It is.” Scud: the amazing conversationalist. He took a long, slow drag from his cigarette, and then regarded Lo for a moment while he exhaled. Finally, he settled down next to the other man, pressing a bit close. “You aren’t.” He said it so simply, like he did so many other things. Dream demon or not, it was hard to think of Lo as anything but what he appeared to be -- a good man who adopted tiny dogs, seemed eager to impress and was occasionally at times a bit insecure.
Lo chuckled, looking down. “In my dreams, Hell wanted me back. I was their best soldier - and trust me, I know the specter of me fighting is somewhat comical. But in the dreams, Hell decided they wanted me back, so even though I wanted to stay gone, I went down for this guy. I’m a sap, even in my dreams.” Lo crossed his legs, sighing to himself.
Yeah, Lo didn’t really come off as much of a scrapper, that was for sure. Then again, Scud couldn’t much picture him as a woman either. He alternated smoking and chewing at the tip of his pinkie finger, considering.
“The dreams ain’t really us anyway. Some things, maybe --” because Scud was very similar in some regards. Poor fashion sense, same look. An affinity for cartoons and baked goods -- “But over all, nah.” He didn’t think himself much of a backstabber here. At least, he hoped he wasn’t. “Nothing wrong with bein’ a bit sappy though.” Scud thought it rather suited him.
“Alternate timeline.” Lo smiled. That was his theory. It was them, but in an alternate universe, reimagined. Like when Captain Picard went onto the Holodeck to be Robin Hood. He was, but he wasn’t.
Seemed a good a theory as any, and Scud had always been a sucker for stories and comics like that anyway, so he might as well go with it. “Yeah. Works. Either way, not exactly the same. Just bleeds over some.” He bumped shoulders with Lo, offering a smile and his cigarette. Probably not the best repayment for the place or the view, but it was a start.
Lo playfully nibbled on Scud’s arm. “I mostly just wanted to go somewhere where nobody could find me for a night. No demands, no calls, nobody sneaking by - just me and the sounds of people who don’t care what I do for a little while.” He had that in common with his dream self, he suspected.
“I understand.” Of course he did, he’d lived half his life doing exactly what Lo had just described. Scud petted Lo’s hair in retaliation to the nibbling, and moved a little closer as if simple touches were just not enough. “Can’t imagine how y’deal with that phone of yours all day.”
“Wine,” Lo murmured. The petting made his eyes close, made Lo butt his head into Scud’s hand. “Lots of wine at my appointments.” He smiled, curling closer. “I wanted to see you today.”
Wine, of course. Scud only smiled at that, with a vague shake of his head. Lo’s work style both amused and perplexed him. “Mm,” he agreed, stubbing his smoke out on the ground. He’d feel a bit weird littering here. “Me too. Missed you a bit, maybe.” It was kind of a hard thing to admit; it kind of made him feel weird.
“Maybe?” Lo grinned, tugging Scud down by the shirt to snog him. “Have I mentioned you’re cute when you pretend you don’t like me?”
Snogging was always welcome, more so now that Scud’s lip was no longer itchy and painful. He took his fill plus some, but then had to lean back, his expression somewhere between bemused and pouty. “I don’t do that. Do I do that?”
“You try to downplay it. Still adorable.” Lo ran his fingers through Scud’s hair. “I’m glad your lip healed up. I was worried I was going to hurt you before. Want to get a massage?” He was sure that had sounded a lot more random out loud than it had in his head, but oh well.
It was a lot at once but Lo seemed to do that and Scud was getting used to it. He just took his time responding, because that was just how he was. Leaning into the head petting, Scud couldn’t keep a hold on his pout. “Don’t mean to. Just -- uh.” He had no explanation other than exactly what Lo thought it was. Looking over-excited seemed strange. “Thanks. It ain’t bad now. An-- if you want?”
“Have you ever had one? A professional massage is like when someone gives you a backrub multiplied by oh, about a million on the awesome scale.” Lo stood up, wrapped his arms around Scud, and snogged him firmly.
“Haven’t. But a million on th’ awesome scale is pretty compelling. Seems good.” Also, he just liked being touched. But that was neither here nor there. Okay, maybe it was a little. He nosed Lo’s chin almost playfully before taking another kiss.
Lo smirked, reaching out for the phone even as he snogged his boyfriend. Calling down to reception, he got someone who spoke English and managed to order food and two massages. He managed to sound like he wasn’t making out with someone while he ordered. He hoped.
Probably he did though. Since he was. Now that they’d started, Scud found it difficult to back up from random touching and kissing. They seemed to do that a lot when expecting things like knocks on the door in short periods of time.
Sighing, Lo wrapped his arms around Scud, pulling him closer and snogging him happily. “For the record, this was a really good idea I had. I’m a genius,” Lo grinned. “And hey, if you ever have to escape something, I’m useful that way now.”
“Cleverest,” Scud agreed, wryly amused. But he really did agree, Lo was a masterful plan maker, really. He all but pressed himself completely to the taller man. “What’s to escape? I think you really just don’t like driving.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised. I have a lot of clients who get chased by paparazzi, or the police.” Lo smiled, tugging up Scud’s shirt. “Come on, we have to get naked for the masseuse.”
“Yeah, well, they pretend important.” Scud didn’t. He was the shitty tattoo guy in a world of sweet superpowers, after all. There really wasn’t much denying that he wasn’t the sort who’d make the news. He pulled his shirt off without question or complaint, letting it drop to the floor before working on picking the knot out of Lo’s tie.
“Mmm, they are pretend important.” Lo smiled as he undid the button and zip of Scud’s jeans, chuckling when there was a knock and the door opened. The masseuse was a gorgeous Chinese woman, petite and slender, and she giggled when she saw Lo and Scud.
If Scud was embarrassed by his pants practically falling from his hips and into a heap on the floor at the exact same moment as she walked in, he certainly didn’t show it. His grin was lopsided and one step shy of flirtatious, and no one could really blame him - she was a lovely sight.
Lo gently pinched Scud as he walked toward the massage area, grinning impishly at Scud as they went. He was careful to undress down to his skivvies, laying face down on one of the provided beds.
Faux pouting at the pinch, Scud rubbed the spot a little absently as he followed suit. This was weird, but hey, he’d been promised magic and certainly wasn’t going to turn down something like that. He wiggled, fidgeted and propped himself up on elbows to watch. Lo could go first, he was curious to watch.
Soon another woman came up and motioned at Scud to take his place on the second bed. Lo purred a little to himself, sighing when the woman’s strong hands ran along his shoulders. “Unf,” he purred.
It was awkward at first in that whole ‘I don’t usually let people touch me when I don’t intend to sleep with them’ sort of way (not that he wouldn’t have, if given the opportunity. So exotic). After a while, though, Scud was sure that Lo was right about 100x awesome or what have you, and found that he had sort of just melted bonelessly in a happy heap of sighs and half purrs. “Genius,” he agreed again, because apparently his boyfriend just was.
“Aren’t I just,” Lo murmured. He looked over at Scud and smiled. “It’s nice, though, isn’t it?” He appreciated someone who knew how to manipulate his body just so. And sometimes it was nice to just be selfish and take. Curling up, Lo swung off of the table and smiled at Scud. “How’re you?”
Scud peeked over at Lo, giving a mischievous almost smile. “Lost my bones, I think.” Possible Scud translation of ‘quite good’.
“That will happen. I’m sure I could help you find at least one,” Lo quipped.
“Probably you could,” Scud agreed, scooting up to sit and cocking his head to the side in amusement.
Lo grinned, waving as the women left them to their snogging. Of course, that’s when the food arrived, and he moved while just in his boxers to get some of that settled as well.
Every damn time. If Scud wasn’t such a fan of being fed, he might have suggested never eating again. It was always the strangest interruption. “You ever been here before?” He contemplated smoking again, but decided against it because putting pants on just seemed like an awful lot of effort.
“Nope. I’m definitely thinking of coming back as often as I can, though. I’d always wanted to visit.” Lo blinked when he opened the containers on some of the prettiest dim sum he’d ever seen. “Yeah. Coming back.”
Scud secretly loved how impressed Lo tended to get over things like the appearance of food. He had no doubt that when the older man got around to eating it, he’d probably make little happy noises, too. “You’re cute,” he pointed out with a lopsided smile before moving a little closer and settling his forehead between Lo’s shoulderblades.
“I’m glad you think so since you’re my boyfriend and all. But really, look how gorgeous these soup dumplings are.” Lo stuck a straw into one before offering it to Scud.
Straw plus soup plus dumplings? Scud gave an expression that spoke of needing further explanation, that melted slowly into ‘okay whatever I’ll eat this how I want’. “It ain’t a requisite in dating to think someone’s cute,” he pointed out, because he could. “But yes, very pretty.” Not pretty enough to not want to eat though.
“I’m sure it helps.” Lo took a soup dumpling and happily slurped away. Yup, there were the sounds. He curled his toes, still feeling slick and probably glisteny from the massage. “Be careful, those soup dumplings are just that. They’re literally filled with soup.”
Scud had to fight the urge to roll his eyes affectionately at the sounds. What a nerd. The warning was nice though, since he’d been about to make a mess of everything. He just decided to watch Lo eat everything first and then copy him. Safer. Cleaner. Added benefit of getting to see the not-gingers’ ridiculously pleased expressions. Probably that was what he looked like when being introduce to bakery goods.
There were also Chinese bakery goods. Lo smirked when Scud tried his dumpling, sprawling out and ruffling his own hair. “I may never go home. Granted, I should, I wouldn’t be able to afford this place forever, but it’s a nice fantasy for now.”
“Not this place,” Scud agreed -- because the size of it was still overwhelming. “But with sweet teleportation and a good long distance plan you could probably live wherever y’like. Go t’work in the OC, head home to--y’know. Perth. Or something.” He picked through the food, and went a little too happy faced upon finding something that looked a bit like asian donuts. “Are these--?”
Lo blinked. “Yeah, they are. I made sure to get them for you. Oh, crap! Lucy!” Lo shimmered out of sight for a moment, still nude, only to reappear a few moments later with the tiniest of dogs in tow. “I’m sorry, little girl. She’s ... stupid.”
Well. That was really going to take some getting used to - watching Lo blink in and out of existence. He blinked, stared, and then looked at that tiny, ridiculous dog. Overwhelmed and not knowing how to react, he decided not to at all, and instead shoved the donut in his mouth. Avoidance through donuts.
The dog made uppy paws at Scud, and Lo couldn’t help but giggle. “Either she wants your doughnut or you. Probably both. You two have a lot in common. She’s just nuts about churros.”
“That dog couldn’t fit a churro inside it. And the only thing we got in common is you.” Scud seemed hesitant about the little dog, eying it warily as if maybe if he touched it, the thing might fall apart into even littler doggy bits. It was just so ridiculously small. Like an action figure of a dog.
Finally, he gave a suffering sigh and rolled his eyes before picking the dog up, and holding it up to eye level. It weighed nothing. “How are you even a thing?”
The dog just licked Scud’s nose, feet kicking like it was trying to swim through the air to give Scud more kisses. Lo couldn’t help but grin. “She can’t eat a whole churro, no, but she certainly tries.” Lo found a doughnut covered in cinnamon sugar and handed it to Scud. “Here, you two can split it.”
Scud didn’t quite pout at Lo. But only because he couldn’t hold back his fondness enough to manage it. “You’re lucky,” he murmured, taking the pastry, “that I am both very comfortable with my manliness an’ sexuality. Because this is nearly pushin’ it.” Clearly he joked, since he seemed to have no problem eating half the doughnut and then offering the rest to the hyper, licky, exceptionally tiny dog who seemed just as pleased to eat it as he’d been.
“I’m lucky in a lot of ways,” Lo smiled. He seldom missed an opportunity to be sappy. “She likes you. And no, I’m not just saying that. She tried to eat my intern.”
Scud gave Lo another one of those looks that probably translated to ‘I am pretending not to like you as much as I actually do’ again. It was apparently a thing he did. He wasn’t exceptionally sappy, but he did like hearing it as much as he didn’t know how to return the sentiments. He settled the dog down again, petting her tiny, silly head. “I’m just likable, is all.”
Lo smirked when the dog flopped down on Scud, tongue lolling out of her mouth. “And apparently comfortable. I think that’s why she likes you so much.” He reached out to ruffle Scud’s hair.
“I am comfortable.” He knew Lo thought so, too. Wasn’t that half the point of him? Scud was easy. The brunet took the ruffling with a lopsided grin, leaning into it a bit. Oh, god. Maybe he and this tiny bite sized excuse for a dog did have a lot in common. What a strange thought.
Lo smiled, kissing along Scud’s neck. “Okay, puppy, time to go scout out new smells and lay down on your puppy bed.” Lo wanted adult time with his boyfriend. Who was apparently a grown up dog. Huh.
Huh, indeed. The dog wandered off all panty and tongue lolling and … dog like. And Scud moved to practically be sitting in Lo’s lap, sticky fingers and all. What did he care? He’d spotted an excessively large tub earlier, and they were already a bit oiled up anyway.
Taking Scud’s sticky fingers into his own, Lo guided them up to his mouth. “I wonder if I’m nearly as comfortable?” Lo was aware his own erection was probably not the best thing to lean against.
No, not the best thing. Scud readjusted for the comfort of all involved. “In your own way.” Which was polite Scud-speak for ‘you are easy to be around, but damn, man, you are made up of angles.’ He watched Lo suck at his fingers with an open mouth of his own, as if completely fascinated.
“Mmm. So you’re saying I’m jabby and pointy then.” It wasn’t the first time Lo had been told this; he knew that his gangly frame was better for reaching high shelving than for snuggling. But he compensated by being inventive. Like making Scud stare in awe while cleaning his fingers.
Smiling, Lo leaned in to snog Scud. “I see how it is.”
To be fair, Scud didn't really mind all the angles. Lo was incredibly attractive because of them, and the younger man was a little too touch-y feel-y to really be bothered by the occasional jab of elbow or hip.
"Do you?" He asked, tone a bit thick after a long kiss. He licked his own lips and then nibbled at Lo's jawline.
“Maybe. You like me in spite of being all pokey?” Lo chuckled, running his fingers over Scud’s slick back, sighing contentedly. Maybe they should have massages before sex more often.
“Maybe I like you because you’re all pokey.” Because sometimes Scud found it amusing to be contrary just for the sake of it. He leaned in closer, all touches and kisses and happy noises at the reciprocation of the same things. If he’d been a more introspective man, he might have been a bit ashamed at just how much he was enjoying this. But it’d been a while, and behaving made him weird. It’d probably even out after a time, he was sure.
“You like my penis? Awww.” Lo grinned, kissing along Scud’s chest. “Bleh, you’re all almond oily.” He couldn’t help but laugh to himself.
“Y’even need to ask that?” If Scud didn’t like his penis, then they’d probably need to have a very serious conversation due to conflicts of interest. “Issit bad?” he was nearly tempted to lick himself, even though probably the same stuff was on Lo. Shuttup, no one asked you, logic. “Good thing there’s a bath, huh.”
“We should probably go test it.” Lo smirked, standing up and snogging Scud firmly. “Come on, I’ll get your back.”
Scud trailed after him, although couldn’t help but keep a lookout for the tiny dog -- it’d be just his luck if he accidentally stepped on the thing.
There was an entire room dedicated to bath / spa / whatever the fuck the difference was, because Scud didn’t know. It was like this place was pure gluttony in architectural format. He didn’t want to know the cost of it, if he had to be honest. He poked around the bottles of soaps and bubbles curiously, although they were not nearly as interesting as naked Lo.
The shower had a ridiculous number of showerheads, and Lo jumped a little when all of them came on at once. “Am I going to wash a goat in here? What the hell?”
It was a bit shocking, and Scud wasn’t ashamed to admit he’d scooted a bit behind Lo for the watery assault. Demons trump tattoos. Showers trump both of those, though. “A goat? Why’s that the first thing t’come to mind?” It made him laugh anyway.
“Goats get dirty? I don’t know, I’m not exactly a pro at livestock.” Lo pursed his lips at Scud, feigning irritation, before tugging the younger man into the shower.
“Please don’t ever be.” Which only made Scud giggle more even as he stepped in -- there were so many places to be, he wasn’t even sure where to stand. He turned around as if looking for the optimal spot. When he didn’t find one, he looked at Lo through soaked hair and smiled, aiming for flirtatious.
“I’m not exactly built for farming,” Lo quipped. He blinked as he tried to find a spot to stand as well, figuring that there wasn’t any one spot that was better than the other. That was why he erred on going to his boyfriend and wrapping his arms around him, kissing some of the spray off of his neck.
Giving a happy little sigh over that, Scud tilted his head to the side a bit, too long hair slipping out of the way with the gesture. He settled his hands on the small of Lo’s back, half wiping some of the almond oil away. “This is good.” Because sometimes you just had to speak the obvious.
“It is.” Lo reached out for some soap, reaching out to soap off Scud’s chest. “This is comfortable.” He liked this shower, and felt kind of glad that he’d had the idea. “We should go on vacations more often.”
It was comfortable. It shouldn’t have been - a surprise teleported visit to a foreign country -- and here Scud was without even a passport. But it was. It was nice. Cigarettes and a great view, doughnuts with a tiny dog and over sized showers with an exceptionally hot boyfriend. Well the exceptionally hot boyfriend. Not like he had more than one. He leaned a bit into Lo, forgiving every sharp angle immediately. “Seems a bit pricey, though.”
“The exchange rate is in my favor,” Lo purred. He kissed down Scud’s chest, moving to his knees. “I happen to have an awful lot of money. I don’t mind spending it.”
Especially not on Scud. Lo liked to spoil the people he was with, in addition to spoiling himself.
“If you’re sure.” It was kind of bad, but Scud honestly had very little issue with that. Most people might have felt worse - a little guilty, or something. But he just took it at face value. If Lo said it was cool, it was cool.
He ran an experimental hand through the not-gingers’ hair, gave a half bemused smile. “Whatever are ya doin’ down there?” Like you don’t know, Scud.
“I dropped my keys,” Lo quipped. “On your ... penis. Or something.” He shut himself up by starting to tend to Scud. That joke had only worked for a little while.
No. That joke had only worked for never. Never. Luckily, Scud wasn’t much into appraising humor -- and also found himself immediately distracted. It was very unfair he hadn’t thought to lean against a wall for this, but that was the only negative he was able to see, here. “Okay,” he said, about a minute too late to actually be part of their prior conversation.
Lo blinked, bearing off. “What?” God, it was hard to hear in that shower. Plus, he was about to drown. Okay, so this shower sucked on a quick reevaluation.
Scud looked almost apologetic upon noting just how much water was hitting poor Lo's face from that angle. "I'm good," he said, petting his hair. "But not worth dyin for. Maybe we should move." Observant boyfriend was both observant and not greedy!
“That’s very kind of you,” Lo chuckled. He just turned off the spray, reaching out for the knobs and twisting them. Water off, he could resume happily.
Or that. That made sense, too. Look, he wasn’t paid to be clever, alright?
“Just a nice guy,” he said, agreeably. It was hard not to be agreeable during blow jobs. As if to demonstrate that fact, he gave a tiny happy sigh of a noise.
Moaning softly around him, Lo agreed with the agreement. Really, he was just happy to be around him. It was alarming how much Lo enjoyed Scud’s company.
Very alarming. If it wasn’t so nice, probably Scud might have thought to be a bit wary about it all.
Standing was good, because Scud could do that thing that Lo liked best -- taking a grip on the man’s hair and being very helpful and moving his hips helpfully. Less work, more fun, and something nice to concentrate on for Scud.
Lo was starting to think that maybe he should hang out less with Scud, if only to help the other man feel more comfortable. But that was something to think about when someone wasn’t fucking his face. That was an activity that required his full attention.
Probably it would just result in a very confused and sexually frustrated mechanic. Then again, that wasn’t much different than right now, anyway.
Scud reached out with his free hand to brace against the wall, because slipping in the shower and killing the both of them seemed like a very poor idea.
Death while giving a blowjob was in Lo’s top five ways to die - because who didn’t really want to go out that epically? - but Lo didn’t want to die for another fifty years or so. So he was glad when Scud balanced himself. Groaning around Scud, Lo reached down to idly play with himself.
"God." Sometimes Scud just felt like he should be saying something - tiny, appreciative words to fill the silence. It probably didn't even make sense, considering he was clearly excited, clearly interested. Lo looked good like this -- all concentration and cheekbones and confidence -- all those things combined did it for Scud in ways that he couldn't quite put into words. So instead he just went on with his little non-sequiturs. His hand tightened in Lo's slippery-wet hair, more of a tug than a handhold.
That made Lo groan again, relaxing his throat further. He gripped Scud’s hips tightly, permission to go a bit faster given.
Lo liked this bit of dominance and submission, give and take, and it made him want to pin Scud down and take him right there on the shower floor.
Probably, Scud would not have found any objections in that. As it was, he took the silent permission for what it was and found a happy not-quite rhythm with his thrusting - shallow, and then a bit deeper. He was glad for Lo’s fingers on his hips -- even with his hand against the wall, sometimes concentrating was hard, man.
After a bit, Lo leaned back, gasping and panting. “Have to stop, or - you’ll get off and - too soon.” He grinned, lips still a bit swollen from his efforts.
To his credit, Scud managed to look understanding as opposed to vaguely frustrated. Then again, he was never opposed to prolonging fun of this sort. “Gotcha,” he said, pointedly ignoring his erection in order to tilt Lo’s head up, brushing a thumb brushing against lips. “S’a good look for you,” he murmured.
Lo just moved up to his feet, kissing Scud as hard as he could. It brought their erections into delicious proximity, and Lo took the moment to idly wrap long fingers around both of them. “Where?”
Scud made a noise over that that wasn’t quite a whimper, but it might have been close. If anything, he leaned in closer because friction was awesome. “Fuckin’ -- anywhere, L. There’s enough damn room in this place.” A pause. “No more shower. Kinda slippery.”
“Right. Back to where the massage tables were.” There was a loveseat in there and enough massage oil to comfortably rub down about five hundred people. That would work.
Lo managed to snog Scud all the way back to that room, grinning when the dog ran away so she wouldn’t be underfoot. It was more clever than they gave it credit for.
There was a lot to be said for a creature smart enough to have a sense of self preservation. Scud might have approved more, but frankly kissing was nicer, particularly when they ended up on that little loveseat in a tangle of limbs and lips.
Lo reached out for one of the bottles of massage oil, pressing it into Scud’s hands even as he kissed him. The older man took multitasking to a high art. Groaning, Lo nipped Scud’s shoulder and smiled. “See? Vacations are actually awesome.”
“They are,” Scud agreed, taking the little bottle. “Always fond of impromptu. Never gets boring.” The mechanic had a formidable vocabulary for someone who couldn’t be bothered to fully pronounce any of his words. He unscrewed the top of the bottle of oil, losing the lid immediately (he did that), before giving a pause. “Do you have -- uh. I mean, I’m clean, just--up to you.” Hey! He wasn’t ruining the mood, he was just being smart. Because you couldn’t be a slut without being a little insistent about things like protection, thanks.
Lo just nodded. “Go.” He reached out to pump Scud in response, figuring if he distracted him with a handjob, he’d feel less weird about it. Lo was pretty religious about getting tested, but at the same time, he trusted Scud and was feeling like doing something stupid in equal measure.
Yay for constant testing. Seriously, Scud was kind of weird about it. Like. They knew him by name at the clinic and maybe he’d slept with some of those people too. Whatever. He wasn’t worried, he didn’t assume that Lo was disease ridden or anything, he just liked to be sure. It was gentlemanly, in its’ own right. He only gave a shrug before making a mess -- oil everywhere. He gestured for Lo to settle down a bit more, although it came off as vague.
Sprawling out on his back, Lo smiled to himself. He was glad that he and Scud had gotten good at saying things without words, at speaking without moving their mouths. As such, he just wiggled his hips and waited.
It was a special talent, honestly. Not everyone could do it -- not even most couples could manage it. But if Scud was good at anything, it was being fairly obvious in all things that he did, including each and every weird expression he made.
He gave a snort at the hip wiggling, leaned over to steal a kiss, even as he slicked himself with one messy hand.
Lo laughed at Scud’s snort, tugging him closer. Everything was now now now and Lo could feel himself fairly throbbing with want. Groaning, he started to suck a bruise on Scud’s shoulder, smirking to himself.
Scud liked the bruises - liked how the next day they’d throb a bit, and remind him of the night before. It was probably silly, but that was just how he was.
He was never in a rush -- it just wasn’t how he played things, but he could take a cue from Lo -- worked faster, rearranging them both for optimal everything and pressing his overly slicked cock against and then into Lo with a sharp thrust of his hips. They were very similar in some regards, that they liked sex in a particular way was one of them. Scud made a little huff of a noise, and rush or not, needed a second to acclimate himself -- he made up for it by sliding too slippery to be rough fingers across his boyfriends’ erection.
They made noise during sex, but it wasn’t very often words. Lo and Scud could tell what the other wanted by breath, by groans. It was a testament to their observational skills. Lo knew that Scud wanted to go slow but also wanted to indulge him. Lo approved of his fingers working him by running his fingernails down Scud’s chest. Lo thought about getting a tattoo or something - Scud had liked the idea of ownership so much before. Maybe jewelry. A collar was too obvious. Huh.
It was a bit obvious. But it was clear Scud liked odd trinkets of jewelry, since he never seemed to be without something tied around his wrist or neck - chains and ropes were something new to chew on when lips, hands, and nails all failed to impress. The mechanic was made up of bad habits, honestly.
Half purring out his approval of nails, Scud quickly found a happy rhythm of thrusts that he knew wouldn’t stay the same for long. They both liked mixing it up, and Scud was only too eager to impress. His grip tightened to firm against Lo’s cock, and found absolutely no timing or rhythm to speak of at all. He leaned forward -- taking another kiss. Sometimes permission was just a silly thing to ask for.
Lo had always wanted a tattoo, but even he knew that getting one for a guy was one of the stupidest reasons to do so. He was toying with the idea of a braided leather bracelet, something that would be classy, that he could leave on always, but a tattoo for himself. Maybe the sigil that was his from his dreams. He’d like that.
But then Scud was pumping him hard, and Lo felt his head loll back while he made a noise that was utterly wanton. He couldn’t think about anything then.
Good. He shouldn’t have been letting his mind wander like that while Scud was trying his hardest anyway. Because effort was effort, and Scud was really good at pouting when forced into it.
It’d taken a lot of practice to be able to master thrusting and pumping at the same time without a falter between (a bit like patting your head and rubbing your stomach!), but Scud managed it well enough. Lo’s little noise was -- ridiculously hot, though, and Scud had to close his eyes for a moment just to focus.
“Goddamn, L,” he murmured after a moment more, peeking an eye open again. He wondered what other noises he could get his demon to make.
Lo swatted Scud’s hand away. He was all for multitasking, especially since it was his biggest gift, but at the same time, why let someone multitask when they could focus on one thing and be the best in the world at it?
Arching his back, Lo pumped himself hard and fast, free hand raking his own fingernails across his own chest. The pain was good, he liked it, and he bit down on his own shoulder to keep from yowling too loudly when Scud sped up.
It always felt like he was failing a little bit when Lo did things like that, though, and Scud had to keep from feeling a bit hurt about it when he was asked to stop. It was hard to feel any particular guilt for too long in an act like this, though, and so he let it go without complaint.
With hands free, he could angle Lo a bit better anyway, pulling thighs up a bit more, and digging his nails in there (because he both liked it, and had to have some pride in his work) even as he sunk in as deeply as possible and then gave a pause to just enjoy it. “Don’t bite yourself,” he said, almost absently, because as much as Scud liked and preferred being bossed around, he had no problem making his own demands when he saw fit.
That made Lo gasp. He smirked a little, looking up at Scud. “What’ll you do if I don’t stop?” He tried to maintain eye contact as long as he could before turning his head and nipping again.
What a brat. Jesus. Scud gave a look that was a strange mix between indulgent and exasperated. In all honesty, he probably would have normally just told the man to do what he wanted. But this was clearly a game of sorts, and Scud did love to play.
He gave a complete pause, still inside Lo, but definitely doing little more than sitting there (and he hoped full well Lo realized how difficult that was for him). “Well,” he said, tone playful sharp. “Could just leave y’to it then. If it’s what you’d prefer.”
Immediately, Lo stopped. “Sorry.” He bit his lower lip, eyes hooded. “You can go again.” He swallowed, not really knowing the exact rules of the game, but wanting to win. “... please?”
There was little way that Lo wouldn’t win a game like this -- Scud could play command like a champ, but in the end, he’d probably give Lo anything he wanted anyway. He was much too concerned with pleasing who he was with to be very serious about much else.
On the other hand, he wasn’t going to say so, and Lo could think what he liked about it and listen nicely and that was fun too. So fun, in fact, Scud decided to push it, just a little. He rose his eyebrows, chewed his bottom lip and attempted to look thoughtful (so difficult). “Please what?” Maybe he was kind of a brat, too. Maybe. But Lo had started it.
The sort of authoritative growl that Scud was trying to inflect made Lo’s cock twitch nearly visibly. “Please... sir?” Well, it sounded silly when he said it out loud, and Lo couldn’t help but grin.
Scud barked out a laugh that probably ruined everything he’d been trying to build up. But really, he hadn’t been looking for a title so much as a complete sentence, and it amused him more than he could put into words that that was where Lo had went with it. Sir. Scud. Hee.
“A-fucking-dorable,” he said, because he couldn’t help it, and then leaned down to kiss Lo - hard and thorough with intermittent nibbles - even as he pressed his hips forward again.
Lo couldn’t help but giggle too. “Well, the second option was ‘please, jerkface’. I erred with being polite.” Lo wrapped his arms around Scud, pleased more than he could say that they’d reached a point where they were comfortable with each other enough to laugh during sex. It made Lo’s heart beat faster, thinking of stupid things like how easily he could fall in love with Scud.
Scud giggled at that too, a huff of a laugh that ended up mostly in Lo’s ear. He found rhythm in his thrusting again, but it was slower, airing on the side of almost relaxed. “You don’t gotta be polite,” he said, but what he really meant was that Lo could say anything he pleased, and Scud would take it happily unless it was actually meant to be cruel. It seemed like an awful lot to explain, though, and so he didn’t bother.
“Sorry, was raised by immigrants, always going to be polite.” Lo wondered if Scud would like it if he spoke Romanian. So he did, leaning up to murmur into Scud’s ear a number of filthy things that they’d get arrested for should they do in public. Granted, Romanian wasn’t the sexiest language, but Lo didn’t think Scud would mind.
He didn’t mind, and was, in fact, suitably impressed. Sure, Scud had no fucking clue what Lo was saying, but that didn’t make it any less appealing. He gave a little sniff of a noise, turned his head a little to steal a quick kiss and then ran his nails down Lo’s sides. “Didn’t know you spoke it. You should do it more.” Coming from the man who’d never bothered to properly learn English, of course.
“I don’t often have reason to,” Lo murmured in reply. He rocked his hips a little harder into Scud, coaxing him along. “I’ll be sure to do it more now, though.”
“Mm,” Scud pressed his face into the curve of Lo’s neck and bit sharply at the sensitive skin there. “Maybe I’ll learn.” Which was a laughable thought, but also better than jigsaw puzzles.
He didn’t really need any more prompting to go back to a faster, harder pacing (it had been a bit frustrating not to for a time), his nails digging little shapes into Lo’s hips and thighs.
Lo didn’t comment on how unlikely it would be for Scud to learn a language that nobody really used outside of Romania. He was too busy arching his back and gasping, running his nails down Scud’s chest.
He wouldn’t have followed through with it past one youtube video anyway. Scud was hardly a patient enough man for his own language.
The scratching was a nice, harsh burn and Scud murmured something positive and probably a little stupid about it, rewarding them both with redoubled efforts. “Fuck,” Scud said, because it was a thing he liked to say in any season.
Lo could feel himself getting closer, and he pumped himself a little faster. He murmured his boyfriend’s name, arching his back and breathing hard. He couldn’t help but gasp as he got closer.
Scud was sure he loved his name on Lo's lips, and the way he said it in half pants and deep breaths. Perfect. Huffing out a little breath of his own - shallow instead of deep - Scud nipped at Lo's throat again. "Do it. Let go." It would be good for them both -- Lo clearly liked the command, and Scud frankly just liked making Lo happy.
Whenever Scud was bossy like that, it went straight down to Lo’s groin and made him shudder. His eyes slammed shut as he came, yowling loudly and nearly sobbing from the release. It had been harder than usual, stronger, and Lo panted to get his breath back.
Scud made a mental note to make sure Lo made noises like that more often. It suited the man to not seem so reserved. And it kind of did it for Scud -- the mechanic was a big fan of knowing just how good a time people were having, after all. It didn't take more than a few extra seconds to succumb to all of that himself. How was it? Fucking awesome, thanks for asking.
Sticky with semen and oil and sweat, Scud giggled breathlessly into Lo's shoulder. "I love vacations."