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]

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]

[both_neither]

[Gren chuckled and rolled his hips forward into Vicious' before he folded his arms behind his head, watching the other man intently as the wrappings fell away, largely absent his old self-consciousness.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[He made an appreciative noise as he finished with the wrapping and disposed of it over the side of the bed. He anchored one hand on Gren's hip and cupped a breast with the other, a slow smile crossing his face]

[both_neither]

[He inhaled sharply, eyes closing for a moment, caught between pleasure and struggling with the very fact that he found it so. It was different to be naked in front of someone than to be touched like this - like he was a woman. But the fact that it was Vicious made his resistance feeble.]

...Vicious.

[There was a slight warning in his tone, but even as he dropped an arm to Vicious' shoulder as if to push him away, he ended up curling his hand in his shirt instead]

[nothingtobelieve]

[The smile shifted to a smirk at Gren's reaction--he'd thought he'd manage to provoke something with that particular action, and he hadn't been disappointed, even if Gren himself seemed conflicted.]

Should I stop?

[That he punctuated that remark by grazing his thumb over a nipple was probably a clear indication that he wasn't about to without a very clear order]

[both_neither]

Don't...

[Which could have meant 'yes' or 'no' to either of them, Gren still couldn't make up his mind on the matter, shaking his head helplessly as he dropped his gaze.]

[nothingtobelieve]

You'll have to make up your mind.

[That wasn't strictly true, but Gren seemed to be having some trouble with it, and it amused him to try and goad a more decisive reaction out of him]

[both_neither]

[He glances upwards just slightly, eying Vicious through his hair]

Who says?

[He shifted his hips again, willfully defiant as much as he was genuinely unsure, but enjoying goading Vicious right back]

[nothingtobelieve]

[That got a quiet, amused laugh out of him. Of course Gren wouldn't pick. Right in the middle, as always. He could have said so, but he had other things on him mind, namely shifting his focus to getting Gren's pants off.]