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Who: Scud + Lo
What: Bein' adorable, like they do.
When: Monday, 9/23.
Where: Their house.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Status: Complete!



Despite the fact that they lived together now, Scud didn't always end up in the same bed as his boyfriend. A good portion of the week, in fact, he ended up sleeping in his own room. Their personal and work schedules were weird -- Lo stayed up late, Scud came home later some days or just passed out in a pile of comics or in front of the tv. It was just how they worked, and it did, in fact, seem to work.

So when he woke up in the middle of the night feeling panicked and fucked and just kind of stupid after a particularly shocking dream, Scud was doubly upset that this was one of those nights he wasn't with Lo in the first place.

With bare feet he padded his way across the stupidly large house and let himself into Lo's room.

Lo was laying in his bed, propped up by a great number of pillows, reading the latest issue of Bedlam. The comic book rest carefully between his long fingers, and he shifted his weight as he turned the page.

When he heard Scud’s footsteps in the hall, Lo put the comic down long enough to look up. “Scud? Everything all right?”

"Dreams are stupid," Scud said, straight to the point and clearly annoyed as he made his way into the room and then threw himself onto the bed in a way that was not at all dramatic, thank you. It still wasn't dramatic even when he burrowed into the pillows and demanded immediate attention.

Clearly, the comic would have to be read another time. Setting it aside, Lo moved to wrap his arms around Scud. “Yes, yes they are.” He ran his fingers over Scud’s hair, smiling to himself. “Do you want to talk about them, or would you rather get under the covers?”

Clearly. Scud was more important than comics. And he liked comics, so he knew. The brunet half heartedly shifted until he was sort of under the covers (but mostly just stealing Lo's) and then gave a weird little sigh.

"I got blown up. That's so fucked to say out loud, man."
A not-ginger eyebrow raised. “By who or what? Just so I know.” If he met that person, he’d probably rip their head off and beat them to death with it. He was a demon, he’d make that work.

"A bomb," Scud said, dryly. Clearly, he was going to play this off as being more annoying than it was scary as all fuck. He moved so that his head was rested on Lo's stomach, frowned slightly. "A bomb I designed. That's a bitch. Seriously, you'd think I'da known better. Damn." He paused, biting his lower lip thoughtfully. "That vampire hunter though. He did it." Not that Scud hadn't practically been asking for it, but he'd leave that part out for a nicer embellishment.

“Sleep here tonight,” Lo murmured. He was well aware that dreaming of one’s own death - the Dreams, the too real memory like dreams - were terrifying. “Maybe you won’t dream of it again,” he sighed. Whatever turncoating Scud had done in his dreams, Lo was sure he’d done it to stay safe. And he couldn’t begrudge him that. Lo would probably compromise all of his scruples to keep the younger man alive.

"Maybe," Scud said, but didn't sound so sure. If anyone knew anything about the dreams, it was that there were an awful damn lot of reruns. He did suspect that he'd be having a once only sort of show about it.

But he did plan on sleeping here. He liked sleeping in the same bed as Lo, even if they didn't always do it. He curled into his demon and rubbed his cheek against his too-warm skin. "I probably deserved it. But whatever. What were ya reading?"

“Oh, this comic I like, Bedlam. It’s about an allegedly reformed serial killer helping solve some serial murders he may or may not have committed. I have the others if you’d like it.” Lo smiled down at Scud, tipping his head up with a finger under his chin. “You’re not going to get blown up here, Scud. I will strangle someone with their own entrails if I have to. Got that?”

Scud tilted his head back until their combined too-blue gaze met, and then he nodded, almost absently. "Got it," he agreed. He did not, in fact, think he was going to be blown up here. Just in one place was enough, thanks. But, he supposed, it was nice to know if there was any threat for it, Lo would go crazy badass for him.

"Don't think I wanna read about crazy murder right now, but sounds cool. So later?"

Lo nodded. “The first time I dreamed about Hell, I think I didn’t sleep for three days after,” he confessed. It wasn’t much fun to dream about skinning children in front of their parents, but Lo hadn’t had anyone to talk to about it at the time. Repression was a survival mechanism, dammit.

Yeah it was. Scud only made a snuff of a noise in vague sympathy. He knew how it went, because, well, his first dreams hadn't been great either. He didn't want to imagine Hell.

"That's fucked. It's all fucked." He paused, tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling, but then couldn't think of anything better to follow that up with.

“It makes me appreciate my life more, but really, I don’t think I needed all of this as an object lesson. My childhood did that enough.” Lo had learned at a young age that life was fleeting. One day, your dad was there, hugging you. The next, your dad’s head was in pieces all over your Legos.

Okay, Lo. You need to start telling people when you need hugs. "Yeah," Scud said, but didn't really get it beyond guesswork and assumption. "Look. This is depressing. We should eat candy or have sex or both instead." Scud? Actually possibly not mature.

“Not at the same time, I won’t have you choking on taffy while we’re having sex.” Lo sat up, moving to straddle his boyfriend. “We could go ride roller coasters, or go to a zoo or something. Have sex when we’re done. Funnel cakes sound good, now that you mention it.”

Scud lit up at the thought of that, perking his head up a little and smiling like he hadn't just dreamed about his own demise, or like it wasn't the middle of the night. "I like roller coasters," he said, and didn't even try to made it sound like he was hedging or anything.

“Me too,” Lo smiled. He nibbled at Scud’s neck, running his warm fingers lightly over the shell of Scud’s ear. “There’s probably some in Japan that’re open.”

"Guess that means I should find pants." Not quite a question, but hey. Scud smiled, lazy and fond before tilting his head a little in order to get a real kiss. "I really. Y'know. Like you." He was so bad at saying it, but Lo knew what he was going for here.

Instead of saying that Lo loved Scud in return, the older man settled for kissing him gently. Normally their kisses were all heat and teeth and tongue, but sometimes Lo liked kissing Scud like he was going to never be able to do it again.

With a hand over Scud’s chest, over where Lo imagined his heart would be, he closed his eyes and smiled as he continued to gently press his lips to Scud’s. He didn’t have any allegiance to Hell, but Scud? Scud he’d fight for.

Contented in the fact that Lo got what he was going for, and gave it back just as well, Scud snuffed out a little noise and kissed back -- light, easy and eager. It was beyond nice, especially right now. He might never admit it, but he appreciated a lot that Lo gave -- particularly the feeling of safety.

Curling closer to Scud, Lo figured they could go to the amusement park at any time. Right then, they needed to curl up in bed, close to each other, and just do exactly what they were doing. Lo let his fingers lightly run up and down Scud’s spine, gently rubbing. He tried to telegraph comfort with every touch.

Scud only pressed closer, as if he might fit into any spaces that Lo wasn't in and they'd be completely flush. It was sort of working. The touch was nice, and more than a good reminder that he was here and whole and definitely not exploded.

Not that he didn't know that already, but a reminder of reality was never a bad thing in cases like these. He nudged his nose against Lo's chin and just gave a great sigh of contentment.

“Want to do the roller coasters tomorrow?” Lo smiled, running his fingers along Scud’s arms. “Could have a bath.” Even though Scud said he didn’t like any bath products in particular, Lo always noticed whenever he lingered in the tub with a certain bubble bath inside. That was what he repurchased.

"Okay," Scud agreed, because as fun as roller coasters were, there always was tomorrow. And he was still kind of tired (not that he couldn't fight through it with ride adrenaline, but he was lazy). Anyway, he could smoke in the bathtub, so that would win out every time.

Because Lo was very good at being efficient (lazy to everyone else), he just poofed them into the tub instead of making them walk. He sat up long enough to turn on the taps and lean over to get a bubble bar, a smallish bright orange thing that Lo crumbled under the water as it filled the tub. It smelled spicy and soothing, and Lo looked to Scud to see if he looked relaxed.

Scud always seemed relaxed -- at least in comparison to most people -- and now seemed no different than usual. He'd already fished his smokes out of the little cabinet by the tub and was happily lighting one up even while he readjusted himself in the bath in order to leaned further back. "What's that one?" he asked, of the little bubble bar thing. He might have pretended not to care, but some smells were nicer than others.

“Patchouli and some other spices. It’s supposed to be good for bed.” Lo smiled a little to himself, moving to the cabinet and fetching his own handrolled cigarettes. After lighting one, he sank down into the ridiculously deep tub. “Dear god, I think we both needed this. How’s the shop coming? I haven’t seen you properly in a while.”

"I like it," Scud said, allowing himself this moment of confiding in Lo about bath products. If only because he knew Lo did buy things on repeat if he used them enough.

He blew a lazily little smoke ring out, and then scooted closer to his not-ginger. "S'going. I mean. It's all gettin' supplies and stuff right now. Set up. S'good enough." He'd been working on it mostly alone, because apparently Dean was having family issues or something, but Scud didn't mind. He played a radio really loudly and just got shit done. It was cool.

"Has kinda been a while though, huh." He frowned over that one.

“Mmhmm. We should really set up a night to do fuckall but read comics and fuck,” Lo smiled. He wrapped an arm around Scud and kissed the top of his head between drags. “I’m just glad you’re happy. That was kind of the point.”

"Fridays," Scud said, almost immediately. "For comics and sex." It would be like their weird version of a date night. And it'd be fucking awesome. Weekends used to be his go out get wasted and then laid nights, but clearly he'd been doing none of that lately. Might as well make up for it.

"I am. It's awesome."

Lo smirked. “Fridays it is. We can go get in some more fights if you want.” Lo had enjoyed that, actually; it had been oddly thrilling. Kind of like his body was meant for it. But that was self-loathing for another day, and he rolled over to gently nibble on Scud’s earlobe.

"We can switch that out now an' again for funnel cakes an' roller coasters or something." Scud had enjoyed it too -- but then, he was pretty sure he'd made that obvious. And hey, sometimes a guy just needed to get a little excited about shit like that. There was no harm, there.

Not to them anyway.

Tilting his head to the side, Scud aimed his cigarette away from the both of them and gave a little sigh of approval.

“Today isn’t really Friday, but let’s make it an honorary friday, yeah?” Lo reached out to sit up and move behind Scud, rubbing his shoulders with wet hands. “How’s that?”

Scud wriggled in closer, because if it was an honorary Friday, he could prompt all the sex he wanted. Well. He supposed he could do that any day, but it was nice to stick to a theme.

"Seven outta ten," he teased, taking another drag from his smoke. "Think you could try harder."

“I could, but I don’t want to hurt you,” Lo murmured. He kissed the back of Scud’s neck, rubbing a tiny bit harder. “Besides, you always carry your tension in your lower back.” Lo rubbed a bit lower, cigarette dangling from his lips, taking care not to ash in the mountain of bubbles filling the tub.

"Mm," was not a proper response, but it was the only one that Lo was getting for the time being, because Scud decided to check out mentally, leaning forward to encourage more of that. Somewhere between then and now, Scud had decided that he was pretty much a-okay with touching to the point of being occasionally needy about it. So this, this was pretty good. He could melt here in the bubbles and water and be perfectly content.

Taking the cigarette out of his mouth and putting it into an ashtray, Lo proceeded to massage more firmly the spot that he’d found. Making Scud turn into a puddle of relaxed monosyllabic mush was a good evening’s activity as far as he was concerned.

Scud settled his smoke down in the ashtray too, but only because it'd end up wet and floppy if he leaned forward anymore. And no one liked bathing in ash water. "Fuck," he murmured, with some feeling. "Just fuck." Because it was that good.

“I don’t have an erection or I would,” Lo quipped. He rubbed a little further down. “You sit forward too much, that’s why your back hurts here. If you lean backward into your chair, that would help.”

Scud chuckled at that even as he arched further into the touch. "Did -- did you just tell me not to slouch?" There was something inherently funny about that, although Scud couldn't quite put his finger on why.

“Just not as often.” Lo grinned and nipped at Scud’s shoulder. “Whippersnapper.”

"Oh my fuckin' god," Scud said, splashing water back at Lo before twisting around a bit to curl closer into him (to avoid more splashing, obviously). "I ain't that young."

That made Lo laugh. “Thank goodness. I don’t think I’d find you as attractive if you were. I work with youth all day, and it’s just annoying. And yippy.” He tugged Scud closer with one supernaturally strong arm to snog him.

Naturally, Scud kissed back. He liked that their kisses were always sweet and nicotine flavored at the same time, liked that Lo had his own distinct taste.

"Yeah, I don't do yippy," he agreed, biting at Lo's bottom lip playfully. Then again, if L didn't want that, he probably shouldn't keep adopting so many dogs.

Lo would argue that his dogs weren’t yippy at all, thanks. “Good,” Lo murmured. “I don’t have to worry about you running off with some sweet young thing.”

Snorting at that, Scud shifted so that he could nuzzle his head into the spot right beneath Lo's jaw. "Didn't really care for young things even when I was one," he pointed out.

“Oh? You’ve always liked the old farts, then?” Lo smirked, wrapping his arms around Scud. “Good to know.”

"Only potential sugar daddies," Scud said dryly, rolling his eyes and biting Lo's shoulder in a display of… brattiness or something. "You think ya'd prefer mature."

“I’m neither of those things, thank you.” Lo gave Scud’s bottom a firm swat, grinning and hissing a little at the bite. “I don’t keep you around just to spoil.”

At the swat, Scud made a little noise that was a half yelp that turned into a laugh. "I was just kiddin'," he said, probably unnecessarily. It wasn't as if Scud was just looking for handouts, considering he just as often turned them down as he did hesitantly take them.

“I know you are. I do like spoiling you, but sugar daddies only keep their sweet young things to show them off.” Lo didn’t do that, he just didn’t feel the need. He loved Scud, and he was proud of him, but he didn’t show Scud off to make himself feel young. Lo wasn’t even that old.

Yeah, five years age difference really wasn't that big a deal. And it wasn't as if Scud was all that well groomed anyway. Not that he couldn't clean up if he wanted to, but it was obvious for the both of them where Scud's clothing preferences lay.

"It ain't no thing, L," Scud said, just this side of sweet, before twisting around a little and taking another kiss.

“Careful, people will think you like me,” Lo murmured. He grinned as they kissed, pulling him closer and sighing a little to himself.

"Dunno where they'd get that idea." Scud rested his chin on Lo's shoulder, lazy and easy like it would have been the simplest of things to just stay like that, maybe have a nap about it.

Running warm fingers up and down Scud’s back, Lo kissed his forehead. “Want to have a nap, sex after?” Naps in the tub were wonderful.

"Yeah," Naps in the tub were wonderful. It was like a whole new level of hedonism. Scud nuzzled his cheek against Lo's neck, offered a half sleepy sigh. "No dying this time," he said, like he'd totally just decided that would be the case.

“If you do, I’ll drag you out of Hell myself,” Lo murmured. “I promise you.” Lifting a damp hand to stroke Scud’s cheek, he wondered if Scud knew just how bare that left him, how vulnerable.

Scud had an idea of it, at the very least. He leaned into that hand like it was possibly the best offering of comfort he'd ever been given in his life (and it kind of was), practically purring over it. "No need for all that."

“Good. Hell’s hot, and it’ll make me break out.” A weak attempt at humor, but that was how Lo dealt with uncomfortable situations.

"Shut up," Scud said, and it was clearly fond. "The sooner we nap, the sooner we sex. And that's way hotter than hell." Yeah, well, Scud wasn't too great at awkward either. He was pretty good at sleeping and having sex though, so that had to balance things out somewhat.