Lo isn't impressed. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thedemonlo) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2013-07-18 23:36:00 |
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What: A Talk.
When: After Reapers Plot 7/10ish
Where: Lo's place. Which, incidentally, Scud also lives at.
Rating: Hard R for sexytimes.
Status: Complete!
It hadn't been hard to avoid each other for a few days. Things had been kind of fucking whack what with blue zombies or -- whatever the fuck. Scud didn't know. He hadn't paid much mind beyond knowing not to go outside if he didn't have to. He'd let the skilled, powerful people take care of those sorts of things. What else could he have really done beside nothing?
But now it all seemed to be dying down, or over, or-- either way. Velma and her vampire daughter-type-person (how Scud kept meeting nice vampires was beyond him, really) weren't hanging around constantly anymore. The danger seemed to be over with.
Which really meant that Lo was going to want to have another one of those weird grown up conversations. Probably about the hot Asian dude on the network. And that was exactly why he was holed up in the room that was considered his -- a thick comic book in his hands as he sat on the floor, leaned up against the bed as he read.
Lo appeared in the doorway, leaning against it with a cup in one hand. It was half full of scotch, which was a clear testament to his headspace, seeing as it was about ten AM. He’d enjoyed keeping his friends safe, and he’d been amused at Eli being so much older than any sixteen-year-old had a right to be, but thank god his house was mostly empty again and death was probably not going to be coming for them any time soon.
“Hey.” Lo smiled. “What’re you reading?”
That glass of scotch was terribly unfair, and Scud hoped that Lo knew it. Blue eyes peeked through shaggy hair over at the not-ginger in the doorway. "Comics," he said in a way that was a little lame, a little petulant. But they both knew why they were here - at least sort of - and there was no reason not to be be a little pouty. Grown up talks were the worst. And Scud didn't even feel like there was anything huge to talk about -- he just didn't like having to be serious for no discernible reason. The last grown up talk they'd had involved him giving up sex with California.
“Which one?” Lo smiled. “I was really into horror comics when I was in law school. There’s this whole underground indie horror comic movement that people don’t know about. Fangoria has a publishing house, did you ever read Bump? Gorgeous series,” he rambled. Sighing, he sat down and handed his glass off to Scud so they could share.
Better just to come out with it, right? “I just wanted you to have my side of the story, so things won’t get awkward. I dumped him. He wanted to move in with me, and I freaked out.”
He hadn't read those comics. He might look into it, but it was clear that right now probably wasn't actually the time to talk about them. Although he might have preferred to. Instead, he traded his comic - a classic, Watchmen -- for Lo's glass of scotch.
"Okay." Scud didn't really know what to say about it. He sipped the scotch and glanced over at Lo, eyebrows half raised.
“He was very ... normal. And I don’t know.” Lo closed his eyes, trying to think of what he wanted to say. “Everyone I know will be surprised when they find out I asked you to move in. I don’t have a very good track record for actually dating people. I tend to ... prefer temporary things.” He looked at Scud. “It’s why he was so shocked. He told me he loved me and wanted to move in and I basically ran away screaming into the night.”
"Sounds like somethin' I'd do," Scud said, and his tone was nearly careful. Because this seemed familiar in a way it shouldn't have. Scud didn't do permanent. Scud didn't live with people on a long term basis. And yet, here he was, only sleeping with Lo and with his own stupid fucking bedroom in Lo's house. What was he doing? Better question -- what were either of them doing if it was clear neither of them did this sort of thing?
Lo chuckled. “You and I are similar in that regard, I feel.” He stretched his legs in front of him, closing his eyes. He didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to have this talk at all.
Scud just continued to sip at that scotch -- probably by the time Lo thought to ask for it back, there wouldn’t be any. He was oddly unconcerned by that idea. He tilted his head to the side, tired already of this conversation he hadn’t wanted in the first place. Well. Not tired of the conversation, exactly. Tired of being confused and vaguely wary. He just wanted this to be good again. For them to eat stupid fancy food, and cuddle on the couch and have weird conversations until they were both hot and bothered enough to shag themselves stupid.
But nope. They had to do this instead, and Scud didn’t get it. “Well?” He asked even as he lit a cigarette with a flash and click of his scuffed up zippo. “You want me t’go, then?”
Arching a brow, Lo shook his head. “That’s not what I said at all. Look, I just want you to know that I’ve literally never done this before, and that I like you. A lot. A worrying lot, if I was the type to worry. There.” He pinched his nose. “I suck at the grownup ‘let’s talk about our feelings’ horseshit.”
Lo was the type to worry. Or else they wouldn’t be sitting here, would they? Scud didn’t feel the need to point that out. It seemed almost too rude, really.
“Okay,” he repeated, probably looking about as lost as he felt. “Me too.” About the liking a lot or the sucking at talking, who really knew.
“So. If you meet anyone who knows me, they’ll be confused as to how you managed to snare me. Or something equally stupid. I figured I’d give you fair warning.” Lo turned Scud’s head so he could kiss him. “Sorry. This was awkward.”
Scud took the kiss, but it was chaste at best. He still had that thoughtful, kind of wary expression on when he leaned back to take another sip of the scotch. “Didja -- you know. Actually like him?” Scud didn’t really do jealous, and although he knew at this point that he had nothing to be jealous of anyway, that didn’t mean he hadn’t been oddly close to it when reading that conversation the first go-round.
Lo thought for a moment. “A little? Enough? Does it matter?”
Scud shrugged, and then exhaled slowly even as he settled his smoke into a nearby ashtray. “Dunno. Guess not.” He just worried what might happen if he got more attached than he already was. Didn’t Lo realize how much it said that he’d agreed to stay?
“I’m not going to leave you for him, Scud. I ... do I have to tell you how I feel about you? Can’t you tell?” Lo chewed his lower lip, head lowered, not wanting to look Scud in the eye.
At those words, it occurred to Scud that for being two reasonably intelligent human beings, they were both kind of -- well. Stupid. He finished off the scotch, enjoyed the burn of it as it went down and set the glass to the side.
“No,” he said, hugging his knees close enough to settle his chin on them and watching Lo thoughtfully. “You don’t gotta.”
“I’m fairly sure if I say it out loud, you might burst into flames. Or spontaneously pass out or something.” Lo smirked to himself, reaching out for Scud’s hand and squeezing.
“Mm,” Scud agreed, smiling lopsidedly before taking Lo’s hand in his. “But. I mean. Y’know.” He paused, considering his next words for a long, awkward moment.
“Do I?” Lo laughed to himself. “I don’t think I do.”
“I mean. Obviously I fuckin’ like you, right? I mean -- I don’t just. Live with people. And --” he gave a weird, vague gesture with his free hand. “Only sleep with them. I mean. I’m not stupid, here.”
“I love you too, you idiot.” Lo tugged Scud closer by the shirt so he could kiss him before Scud thought too much and melted his brain.
Bzuh. There it was. Luckily Scud had time to let the actual words sink into his brain before he had to respond. Kissing was perfect for this -- and Scud would be the first to admit that this time, his lips were a little rougher than usual. Needy. Whether it was because of the admissions or the fact that they hadn’t really had any them time recently he wasn’t sure.
Needy kisses were Lo’s favorite on Scud. He just pulled him closer, until he was almost in his lap, wrapping strong arms around him and trailing too-warm fingers down his spine. As long as they kept kissing, as long as they kept touching, they wouldn’t have to let words fuck everything up.
It was a decent plan, and Scud was really all for sticking to it. He nibbled, kissed and licked at Lo's mouth, wiggling further onto his lap. Deft fingers slipped down Lo's waist in order to settle there, gripping tightly as if Scud were sure if he left go something would go wrong.
Lo figured he’d use this strategy in the future if he had to say something else difficult to Scud. ‘Hey, I’ve got cancer.’ ‘Does this look infected to you?’ Snogs.
Really, that would probably only work up until either of them really needed to breathe. Scud was sort of getting to that point already, but was clearly trying to hold off on it with little, sharp intakes of breath between kisses.
“Sorry,” Lo murmured, pulling back with a chuckle. “Lungs are protesting.” He ran his fingers through Scud’s hair, trying to scan his face for any sign of anger or upset.
There was none to be found though, if anything Scud’s expression was one of hesitant curiosity. Now what, that expression asked. He chewed his bottom lip. Looked at the floor for a moment. “Y’know, L. You fuck me up but good. But I do too.”
Lo laughed. He couldn’t help it; he let out a tiny, adrenaline-born chuckle. “Fuck me sideways with a chainsaw, seriously?” He didn’t give Scud time to answer before kissing him again.
He didn’t really have to answer though, did he? It was obvious, right? That was the sort of thing Scud liked best, what with not being much of a conversationalist and all. Sometimes it was best to just respond without words. Kisses were good for that. And for not imagining the visual that came with sideways fucking chainsaws. Thanks for that, Lo.
No problem, Scud. Lo was good with visual metaphors. And kissing. At least he liked to think so.
He was alright. Probably he should keep his day job, though. Just in case that kissing with a chainsaw booth fell through. “God,” Scud said after a moment, leaning back just enough from Lo to grin, bright, lopsided, a little stupid. “An’ here I was all fuckin’ worried.”
“Why would you have to be worried?” Lo blinked. “God, did you think I was going to get back together with Miles? We broke up for a reason.” Lo was idly working to see if he could get Scud out of his shirt without Scud noticing.
It would be sneaky business, but probably it was doable. “I don’t -- I don’t fuckin’ know, L.” Scud scrunched his nose up a bit and shrugged. He really hadn’t. He never knew what to expect, but always assumed there’d be yelling.
Lo didn’t yell often if he could help it. Sometimes he’d put a little bass in his voice, but that was about as far as he usually had to go. Tugging Scud’s shirt over his head, Lo smiled to himself. “Well, I’m not. I’m staying here, with you, and my derpy fucking dog.”
Scud flexed a little, rolling his shoulders as if shirtless was a reason to stretch. It kind of was. He had very broad shoulders and did know they were one of his nicer assets. “Hm.” he said, as if amused at that. He didn’t yell either, although his tone did have the tendency to raise and nearly crack when he was being particularly emotional.
“Seems -- good.” His fiddled with the buttons on Lo’s shirt.
Lo smiled lopsidedly, running overly warm fingertips over Scud’s broad shoulders. “I happen to like my life,” Lo murmured. “I like it here, I like you here, and Lucy would be terribly put out if you left.”
Until a few weeks ago, Scud might have thought that an exaggeration. But Lucy had been very chatty when she’d been able to be, and had seemed to like him quite a lot. It was weird. Scud liked it.
“I like bein’ here,” he said honestly, and finished unbuttoning Lo’s shirt.
“I like you being here.” More blunt honesty, and Lo couldn’t help but blush. “And not just because you look good shirtless.”
“As long as it’s one’a the reasons though,” Scud said dryly. But hey, he couldn’t fault the idea of Lo thinking he looked good, so that was fine by him. He leaned forward for another kiss, fingernails scraping over Lo’s sides.
“It’s in the top twenty.” Lo nibbled Scud’s lower lip, arching his hips with a pointed thrust when he felt fingernails on his skin. That was one of his favorite things.
Scud was well aware of that. He was more observant than he often let on. “Maybe you should write a list.” He wriggled closer yet until they were nearly flush and then tilted his head to bite at Lo’s jaw.
“Would you like that? I’d imagine you’d find it weirdly uncomfortable.” Lo closed his eyes and let his head loll to one side so Scud could bite him a bit harder wherever he so chose.
“Kinda weird, yeah.” And then because he was Scud, and was therefore rather predictable, he decided to drop the subject completely in lieu of sharply biting that curve of skin between Lo’s neck and shoulder.
But because Lo was Lo, he could continue to snark even as someone was turning him on to the point of pain. (Zippers. They were the devil’s trouser fastener.) “I mean, am I taking the moral high road and listing your generous soul, the fact you’re an amazing friend - do I do those first? Or am I honest and mentioning how your ass is perfect?”
Scud snorted at that, nibbling for a moment more before wiggling back completely until he was no longer sitting in Lo’s lap (it was fun, but not conducive to some of the finer things). “Could just write at the top ‘in no specific order’, and then mix em up a bit for appearances.” When Scud had bothered with school, he had been the master of making a symbol just between a T and an F for true or false questions.
That it had never really worked was not the point.
“Mmm, loopholes. You’d make a convincing lawyer, but I know some criminal lawyers that’d hate you on a jury.” Smirking, Lo decided to show Scud his newest parlor trick, lifting him up with one arm like Scud weighed nothing. “Bed or floor?”
Clinging to Lo like he might be dropped or... something, Scud just sighed. Super strength, sweet teleportation and crazy fit abs, and he ended up with a tattoo. Shut the fuck up, universe.
“Bed?” He hated options. But liked Lo more than enough to make them, anyway.
Kissing Scud lightly, Lo thought about them being in bed, and suddenly they were. He tugged Scud’s trousers off as they rolled around on the mattress, smiling to himself. He hadn’t told Scud about the fact that he was pretty sure he’d be able to fight with alarmingly skilled ability, and Lo didn’t know if he would. He’d just keep it to himself and hope he’d never need it.
One never really knew in this city though, particularly lately. Scud was doing pretty well at just standing behind Lo when anything resembling shit looked like it might even sort of go down. He could probably be useful on a different sort of spectrum -- he did study quantum physics and make killer weapons, after all ---
Why was he thinking about that while pantsless?
"Christ," he said, because there was something wrong with him, probably. Luckily it was easy enough to get back into the game, biting at his not-gingers' lips even as they rolled about again.
“What, did he show up? Tell him to wait his turn,” Lo murmured. He smirked, running his nails sharply down Scud’s back. He kissed along Scud’s shoulder, aroused, but somehow protective at the same time. It wasn’t different - it was sex, they did it all the time - but this was the first time where they knew that the L word was in play.
And the L word was not lesbians. Which was some kind of shame.
But really, Scud was trying to be as normal as he ever was. So far it was working. Then again, it wasn't hard to get into it -- hissing and gasping both at the nails across his back, prompting for more even as he curled down a bit to run his teeth over Lo's ribs.
"Ain't into all that facial hair, he don't get a turn at all." Said the man with all the scruff.
“Don’t worry, he’d probably just watch. Not wanting to sin and all.” Huh. Maybe he was getting more demonic, because that had been some choice blasphemy there.
Scud would be lying if he didn't say he liked it. Then again, he was kind of evil in his own (mostly stupid) right. Maybe that was a thing.
He laughed though, and bit Lo's side before leaning up to look at him, eyebrows raised. "Enough banter, let's fuck already, L." Because sometimes it was hard to think up more clever things to say when your erection was pressed up against your boyfriends' thigh.
That made Lo chuckle. He reached out to hand Scud the condom and lubricant, figuring it had taken Scud more guts to admit that he loved him than vice versa; he could pick what they did.
Scud wasn’t sure that being given the option of making a decision was really a reward, but took the offered things anyway -- more amused that Lo had just so clearly agreed with his ban on banter. Sometimes you just had to put your foot down, or whatever.
“Here,” he half muttered after a tick of retrospect, and handed the lube back to Lo. “You do that part.” He’d top. He didn’t think anyone could blame him for liking to watch Lo get himself ready.
Lo always liked choice, and thought it really was its own reward. He wondered how much of that was due to the dreams. But Scud’s idea was a good one, and Lo couldn’t help but smile. He carefully slicked over his fingers, both hands falling down his body. He met Scud’s eyes as he started to idly, almost lazily pump himself, biting his lower lip and arching his back in a way that he knew would make his newfound muscles stretch and flex. One of his sticky fingers pressed in a bit further south, teasing around his entrance, making himself gasp. Showing off for Scud was just fun.
Scud approved. Lo was fucking gorgeous, and the brunet delighted in being repeatedly made aware of that fact. Scud approved of little else more than he did Lo when the not-ginger was being confident, so terribly sure of himself.
So he watched, sitting back on his heels and alternating between eye contact and quick, hot glances to watch Lo really work. "God damn, L," he said, and then bit his own bottom lip hard enough to nearly break the skin. This man liked him enough to use the L word.Terrifying. Kind of amazing and hot. Almost absently, he rolled the condom down onto his own cock.
“What?” Lo asked in a tone that was breathy because he simply didn’t have much to spare on things like talking. Another finger pressed inward and Lo bit his lip, hoping Scud would be smart enough to know that just because they were using the Not Lesbians word didn’t mean that Lo would want something slow or sweet.
No real worries there -- Scud had never much thought sex was worth it if both parties weren't a little sore later on, and if sweaty wasn't a thing that happened. Scud especially liked sweaty here with Lo because there was a really, really nice bathtub in order to get all the grime and sex off in later.
"Move," he said, crawling closer until he nearly on top of Lo -- swatting his hand out and away. He wasn't stupid. He knew that Lo and he were similar in the regards that it was just better when it sort of hurt, knew Lo liked it when there was just that extra resistance from not being completely prepared.
The randomly dominant way Scud could move made Lo’s cock twitch in response and he bit his lower lip hard. Smirking to himself, he moved so that Scud had more room, getting a bit more comfortable.
Scud took over -- biting Lo's bottom lip for him for a moment before kissing him. Hard. No, there wouldn't be sweet and slow -- but Scud always did things in his own signature way. It'd be intense, maybe a little needy, but no less telling than slow and romantic.
Hardly taking the time to think on it much, he aligned himself with Lo's entrance and then took no time making himself at home.
Gasping, Lo arched his back so that Scud had more room. He ran his fingernails sharply over Scud’s chest, leaving red trails in his wake. Smirking a little, Lo used his strength to move himself along Scud, eyes closing tightly when he pressed Scud further along.
That was different, and suddenly Scud couldn't complain about everyone else in the world getting demonic superpowers. Not if using sweet new skills in bed was going to be a thing. It made him have to find a different kind of balance on knees - one arm braced for proper equilibrium next to Lo's head.
His approval of nails and just being marked up in general came in hisses and little groans -- muffled by kisses and sharp thrusts.
Lo had always enjoyed topping from the bottom, so he moved harder, turning his head and sucking a small bruise on Scud’s forearm. He soothed it gently with his tongue before tugging Scud down for a kiss, rolling hard with him so he was on top. He was even warmer than usual, and he leaned back a bit, knowing that Scud liked watching him in moments like this. Exhibitionist that he was, Lo didn’t mind a bit.
That worked out well for the both of them. Scud had no words, his expression spoke of clear approval -- he swiped a hand across his face to move long bangs from his eyes. He did like watching. Maybe because Lo liked showing. But lately it'd been a little different -- Lo was fitter, moved more easily than he had before (which was saying a lot, this guy was stupid flexible to begin with) -- had a completely different kind of grace about him.
He settled his hands on Lo's thighs, digging his nails hard into and down the skin there.
Leaning down, he kissed Scud firmly, still moving his hips insistently. Lo smiled a little as he kept rocking up and down, enjoying the closeness, the warmth. Some things, some people, were worth being crippled for; Lo had learned that from his dreams. This moment with Scud was one of them.
Scud, the self preservationist, probably would not agree with that sentiment. But he also didn't want to have any such conversations when his boyfriend was grinding against his cock.
Some things were just meant to be sacred, or at least not ruined with really really fucked up conversation.
Swearing was okay though. "Jesus--fuck," Scud whimpered against Lo's lips -- and only sort of helped in thrusting his hips upward when Lo came down each time. He kissed back though, all bites and tongues and sometimes teeth against teeth. And okay, yeah, fuck it and anyone who might judge, he actually fucking loved this guy.
Sucking a bruise on Scud’s neck, Lo whimpered loudly when Scud moved upward. He knew that hard and fast were Lo’s two favorite words, and he moved faster in turn. He’d probably loved Scud for longer than he’d let on, but there wasn’t much of a point in talking about it or thinking about it when Scud was doing something absolutely amazing with his hips. “Son of a fucking whore, like that,” he groaned.
Scud was of the belief that Lo should basically just say things like that all day. The harsh words suited him in ways that swearing didn't usually for people. He let out a breathy huff of a laugh, digging little crescent moons into Lo's sides and arching his back more properly into it all. "Good?" he asked, because he definitely wanted to prompt more of that brash language.
Lo just nodded, rolling off of Scud and moving so he was on hands and knees. “Hurry up,” he growled, taking Scud’s hand and kissing it gently. Since Lo was sturdier as a demon, stronger, and he wanted to see how much punishment Scud could dish out. If that wasn’t love, Lo didn’t know what love was.
Scud seemed bemused by that -- Lo was always in such a fucking rush about these things -- and while Scud liked the hard of it, he always had a little whine to give about the fast of it. Sex was one of his favorite past times, and he rather liked making it last.
But he got it. He did. Lo wasn’t exactly subtle about what he liked in bed. And Scud aimed to do nothing more than please. Which was why he only rolled his eyes, crawled behind Lo -- pausing only to bite him in the side -- really, it wasn’t a nibble, it was a bite -- and then press himself into Lo again with a tiny moment of alignment and then a sharp thrust.
That made Lo laugh, the bite, squirming away and pretending that it actually hurt. He enjoyed seeing how long Scud could last. Sex was a fun sort of power struggle, the kind Lo liked best, and he groaned when Scud moved in quickly. Leaning backward as Scud thrust forward, Lo panted, enjoying the feeling of Scud’s hips touching his back.
The length depended on a lot of things -- and Scud rather prided himself on skill and ability to control himself -- but if he had to be honest it was a little hard sometimes when Lo was literally just managing to impale himself.
Not that it wasn’t hot. It was a little too hot. If that was a thing.
Anyway.
“Jesus,” he said, taking a second to adjust, and lean forward to kiss the curve of Lo’s spine.
It was harder for the demon to answer, so instead he just panted out a groan and looked over his shoulder at Scud. Digging his fingers into the sheets, Lo couldn’t help but continue to wantonly push backward, helping Scud along, whimpering whenever he could feel Scud’s hipbones digging into the skin of Lo’s bottom.
That was getting a little ridiculously much, and Scud had to force himself to back up for a second. It didn’t last long, as he used that as a good excuse as any to find himself a pace to move on. Much nicer. He scraped his nails down Lo’s back just to get the not-ginger to keep up on those noises of his.
They’d found a pace that was perfect, and Lo let himself fall a little into the mattress. His fingers clenched and unclenched at the sheets, able to feel himself start to sweat a bit, which amused him. Apparently demons could do that.
Probably a good thing, considering how hot Lo tended to be most the time lately. Scud approved of both air conditioning and his own bed to escape to now and then. Because really, it was like cuddling with a sauna. In a sauna?
For as much as he didn’t generally like being in charge, Scud was always a little more than pleased to watch how Lo reacted beneath him. It was nearly mesmerizing enough to give him pause. Almost. “Good?” He asked, because he wasn’t beyond sort of taunting.
Just because he was on top didn’t mean that Scud was in charge. Lo smirked at Scud over his shoulder, pushing back a little more with a nod. “Yes. You?”
Damned if Scud didn't forget that sometimes. He didn't know why he forgot, considering all of Lo's topping from the bottom and being smug about it skills.
He gritted his teeth before forgetting to respond verbally -- instead he spoke with his hips, a sharp nearly rude sort of thrust. It was all in good fun.
Lo would’ve laughed if he hadn’t been busy gasping. The times he bottomed were getting fewer and further between, but every now and again, Lo just liked to take a beating. No pun intended.
Intended or not it was there, and unforgivable. Scud was past things like giggling anyway -- it was all attention now, blue eyes on Lo (because he couldn’t not watch, seriously) and fingers digging into hip bones even as he kind of forgot what proper pacing was but it didn’t seem to matter because erratic was working out just as well.
Absently, he sort of realized that Lo probably just didn’t bruise much these days anymore, and that seemed unfair.
It really wasn’t, even Lo missed bruises. He pumped himself hard, not caring about lasting longer or at all. He wanted to come, damn it all, and he wanted it now. Looking back over his shoulder, he met Scud’s eyes. Sometimes the electric jolt that went down his spine made Lo want to pin Scud down and never let him go.
Scud would have been okay with that. Really okay with it. He could play on top all they wanted -- and he could like it (he did) -- but at the end of the day, he was still aware of his general preference.
Scud bit his own bottom lip -- forgot how to breathe for a minute just because Christ, Lo was ridiculous and gorgeous and his and that was astounding sometimes. He buried his face in the small of Lo's back when he came, not caring at all about the fact that they were both sweaty, or that Lo was just exceptionally warm or -- well, much of anything.
The intimacy of Scud just leaning against him for balance, for trusting him - it was sappy enough to make Lo lose it without really planning upon it. Normally he had more control, but apparently when he was thinking of sappy things like violets and roses and how he was going to make sure he kept Scud around for always, just so he could make sure Scud was happy - bam. Jizz.
It was like magic or something. Scud laughed just because he could -- dragged his nose across Lo's spine and huffed happily for a moment. Eventually he pulled away and flopped over next to the uber fit but still nicely lanky man. "L," he said, amused. "Our adult conversations are fucked and sometimes awesome."
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We were quite productive,” Lo smiled. He leaned over to kiss along Scud’s sweat-damp chest, moving to wrap his arms around him so they could teleport straightaway to the tub.
"Never said it --" Okay. Teleporting. That happened. One would think Scud would be used to it. "--wasn't." He really just wasn't though.
"We should be productive more."
“We could be productive a few times a day,” Lo smirked. He sat up to start the taps. “You being jealous was kind of sexy, you know.”
"I wasn't jealous." Yeah he had been. Scud wiped the tip of his nose petulantly and then rummaged through the cabinet for a cigarette, as was his wont.
"And yeah. We could."