your skin upon my skin

[both_neither]

Who: Gren and Vicious
What: An impromptu movie night. Of a sort.
When: Saturday night
Where: Vicious' room
Rating: R

[He let's himself into the room like he's done dozen of times before already, as if this was his room and not his comrades'. But there's nothing in there for him except peace and quiet and music, when he needs it. But it's here he seems to end up half the time. He's never really asked. Just settled in and never left.

He's come straight from Shatterstar's room, after finding his alternative choice for entertainment and companionship had vacated the castle entirely. Most of the movies he'd found in the collection were the expected cheesy action flicks, but there were a few less expected, more...adult...finds among them.

No sense letting those go to waste.

Humming a little to himself, he dropped the stack of movies on a table and sorted through them until he found one that caught his eye, popped it in, and set it to play as he flopped onto the bed with a smirk.

Comments

[nothingtobelieve]

[It says something about how accommodating he's attempting to be that Vicious doesn't immediately assume his room has been broken into when he can hear sound coming from the other side of the door. Walking in confirms that it's just Gren, as expected, and he doesn't pay much more attention until he's taken off and hung up his jacket.

When he finally realizes what it playing, he arches an eyebrow]

Making yourself at home?

[both_neither]

[Gren glanced up from the screen, head pillowed on his hands on the headboard behind him, a trace of smugness in his smile.]

I was lonely.

[nothingtobelieve]

This was your solution?

[While another person might have sounded incredulous, Vicious managed only mild interest. He did not particularly expect the things Gren decided to do to match up with his own internal sense of logic.]

[both_neither]

[He shrugged, half watching Vicious with his own brand of casual interest]

It wasn't my first choice for entertainment for the evening, but someone left these behind and I figured...'hey, why not'?

[Which didn't exactly explain why he hadn't chose one of the more mundane films in the stack.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[He might have pointed out it also didn't explain why he'd brought them here and not to his own room, but he ignored it for the moment in favor of walking to a side table, and pouring himself a drink from the make-shift bar he kept]

I didn't realize you were looking to be entertained.

[both_neither]

[Getting Vicious' attention was something of a constant project. He could always wait until the other man decided he wanted something, or he could provoke him into the decision, which was generally more fun. There was nothing lost by trying.

He intentionally waited a few beats, while the sound from the video cut into the silence.]

Most people are.

[nothingtobelieve]

[He takes a swallow of his drink during that lull, then smirks a little]

Most people could benefit by showing more ambition.

[If you wanted something, you took it. That was his philosophy, regardless of the trouble it had caused him]

[both_neither]

[He wasn't sure who they were talking about anymore, but Gren was fairly certain that if more people were ambitious in the way his comrade meant, the world would be a lot bloodier.]

Most people aren't you.

[nothingtobelieve]

No.

[He took a moment to toe off his shoes before he took up a spot on the bed next to Gren, though he wasn't particularly paying any attention to the TV]

They could try.

[both_neither]

[To be fair, he wasn't either]

I don't accept imitations.

[nothingtobelieve]

How fortunate for me.

[both_neither]

Mmm...[He rolled to the side, pinning Vicious' hips with an arm at his side and leaning closer with a crooked smile] Not as lucky as I am.

[nothingtobelieve]

Oh?

[He arched an eyebrow slightly, looking faintly amused]

[both_neither]

Mmhmm...[He shifted further to straddle his legs]

You're one of a kind, Vicious. [He leaned in for a kiss]

[nothingtobelieve]

[Well, there was some of that initiative he'd been talking about. He laughed quietly before he leaned into that kiss. It was always a good idea to reward desired behavior, after all]

[both_neither]

[He liked it more when Vicious was in a taking mood, but he couldn't deny he enjoyed this too. He could take when it suited him, as well, but rarely with the same kind of easy brutality. He nipped at his lower lips, languidly tugging up the ends of his shirt. He'd gotten rather used to this in the intervening months, which suited him fine.]

Feeling inspired yet?

[nothingtobelieve]

Perhaps.

[But he still had his drink in his other hand, and seemed intent on finishing that, first, perhaps just to be aggravating]

[both_neither]

[Fine, he could play. Vicious' buttons were harder to press but they were there. He made a face at the other man that said just that, working open the buttons of his shirt, reaching around the arm holding the drink as needed.]

I'm going to have to do better than perhaps...

[He leaned down to mouth kisses over his pale chest, hands playing over his ribs]

[nothingtobelieve]

[He laughed quietly at Gren's determination and swallowed the rest of his drink]

You're off to a good start.

[both_neither]

[He leaned back up for kiss, partly just to savor the flavor of the liquor on his tongue.

His hands played over thighs before tugging at his belt]

Mm. Getting warmer?

[nothingtobelieve]

[He let the empty glass fall to the ground with a soft 'thump.']

Definitely.

[both_neither]

[Gren wasn't in the mood for much finesse, so his hands are quick to unzip and tug the pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock.]

Say when.

[He smirked and bent to move his tongue and lips over the exposed flesh, barely pausing to work open his own shirt, knowing Vicious would insist on it eventually.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[He let his head fall back to rest against the headboard in mute enjoyment as Gren worked, faintly amused to see the video still playing behind him. He allowed himself to bask in the attention for a little while longer before placing a hand on Gren's shoulder to stop him]

[both_neither]

[He was tempted for a few moments to keep going, just to test Vicious' limits a bit more. Sometimes it paid off, when it evoked passion, in whatever form, though he doubted there would be much anger at that sort of disobedience. Still, he could read the touch as an order rather than surrender, and he sat up again, removing and tossing his shirt away with a smirk. The wrappings he left in place, hooking thumb into the edge to tease for a moment, hoping Vicious would take the matter into his own hands.]

I don't know about you, but I'm feeling pretty inspired right now.

[nothingtobelieve]

[Vicious returned that look with a smirk of his own, and placed a hand on Gren's hip to tug him forward a bit more]

I can work with it.

[He let his hand slide up Gren's side and slide under the edge of the wrapping, and begin tugging it free]