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longitudinal) wrote2024-07-06 09:29 pm
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oh i'm not asking for anything. i'm a sailor, after all. i cant wait on the sea as long as the wind takes me.
Oh, I know. I don't mean that I feel pressured, it's not like that. You're a perfect gentleman.
oh you take me too seriously. let a man flirt and pretend to be a pining lass waiting for her sailor to come home and capture her heart.
You're a very silly person.
I say that with affection.
I say that with affection.
i wander in and out on occasion. i wouldn't say it's planned.
are you?
are you?
I'd say it's more than occasional. But eventually, yes, probably. You don't think I'm outstaying my welcome, do you?
I wanted to ask you about something you said a while ago, about how pain can be purifying sometimes.
I wanted to ask you about something you said a while ago, about how pain can be purifying sometimes.
how could you outstay your welcome? koby would tell you.
and i said something so profound? pain being purifying? it can certainly be pleasurable if applied the right way.
but go on - ask your question!
and i said something so profound? pain being purifying? it can certainly be pleasurable if applied the right way.
but go on - ask your question!
He'd rather be nice than kick me out.
I think that's what I need right now. I was wondering if you would help me.
I think that's what I need right now. I was wondering if you would help me.
he won't kick you out. trust me.
but if you need a little help in that department, well. you do know my door is always open. a little afternoon fun never hurt anyone.
but if you need a little help in that department, well. you do know my door is always open. a little afternoon fun never hurt anyone.
I know, but that wasn't the question.
I can meet you in half an hour, if you're not busy.
I can meet you in half an hour, if you're not busy.
he's happy to have you there. so am i.
my door is open - let yourself in.
my door is open - let yourself in.
[ Before the half hour is through, he'll do just that.
Tim knocks to announce his presence, but does as he's instructed and lets himself in without waiting for Quentin. He's dressed more casually than he usually is when he's out and about - no jacket or tie, the cross that's usually around his neck already removed and placed snugly in his pocket - but more than the sailor's likely been used to, creeping into Koby's room in the middle of the night while Tim's been crashing there. The strangeness of the arrangement hasn't quite faded for him, but rather, he's learning to embrace it, accepting that he has so much more to learn about what desire looks like when it isn't shaped by one specific person. ]
Hey.
[ His heart's been heavy, and his moments of solitude dark, but the moments he's been allowed to intrude (invited, welcomed, they've both stressed repeatedly) on Quentin and Koby's whatever-they're-calling-it have given him enough to float on to keep his head above the water. He's grateful for it, all that gentleness and acceptance that seems to come completely without conditions, but that's not always what he needs. Penance is more powerful than coddling.
Anticipation buzzing underneath his skin, Tim closes the gap between them and offers Quentin a kiss, as sweet as always, at least for the next few seconds. ]
Are you sure you can do this? If you're too sweet it'll defeat the purpose.
[ Looking up at him and chewing at his own lip. It almost sounds like a challenge. ]
Tim knocks to announce his presence, but does as he's instructed and lets himself in without waiting for Quentin. He's dressed more casually than he usually is when he's out and about - no jacket or tie, the cross that's usually around his neck already removed and placed snugly in his pocket - but more than the sailor's likely been used to, creeping into Koby's room in the middle of the night while Tim's been crashing there. The strangeness of the arrangement hasn't quite faded for him, but rather, he's learning to embrace it, accepting that he has so much more to learn about what desire looks like when it isn't shaped by one specific person. ]
Hey.
[ His heart's been heavy, and his moments of solitude dark, but the moments he's been allowed to intrude (invited, welcomed, they've both stressed repeatedly) on Quentin and Koby's whatever-they're-calling-it have given him enough to float on to keep his head above the water. He's grateful for it, all that gentleness and acceptance that seems to come completely without conditions, but that's not always what he needs. Penance is more powerful than coddling.
Anticipation buzzing underneath his skin, Tim closes the gap between them and offers Quentin a kiss, as sweet as always, at least for the next few seconds. ]
Are you sure you can do this? If you're too sweet it'll defeat the purpose.
[ Looking up at him and chewing at his own lip. It almost sounds like a challenge. ]
well a fetching commander messaged me. who am i to ignore his call?
i'll meet you there.
[ and he does. he comes out not too long after, dressed again in what the house has give him, which today is a pair of dark jean shorts with a rip at the thigh and a heather gray t-shirt. very original, but it's comfortable.
he starts down toward the lake, peering around the edge until he catches sight of downy pink hair. he smiles, though there's a hint of worry and confusion in his expression. ]
Commander. [ a little huff, hands already reaching for his arms to tug him in closer. ]
i'll meet you there.
[ and he does. he comes out not too long after, dressed again in what the house has give him, which today is a pair of dark jean shorts with a rip at the thigh and a heather gray t-shirt. very original, but it's comfortable.
he starts down toward the lake, peering around the edge until he catches sight of downy pink hair. he smiles, though there's a hint of worry and confusion in his expression. ]
Commander. [ a little huff, hands already reaching for his arms to tug him in closer. ]
["Fetching" is up there with "handsome", and Koby’s still smiling when Quentin shows up. He's barefoot, wearing one of his bright, borderline-garish colorful shirt-and-overall ensembles, and he brightens considerably when he sees Quentin, hopping up from where he'd been sitting.]
Hi! [Cheerful, up on his toes into the embrace, clearly giddy with some secret. One hand comes up, smooths over the little knit furrow between Quentin's brows.] Are you okay?
Hi! [Cheerful, up on his toes into the embrace, clearly giddy with some secret. One hand comes up, smooths over the little knit furrow between Quentin's brows.] Are you okay?
[ koby lights up on his arrival and some of his worry eases, arms sweeping around him and dragging him close to his chest. he looks down into his face, the bright eyes behind glasses, the sun-kissed warmth of his face. they should really meet out by the lake more often.
he laughs at the way koby smooths away his worry lines. ] So long as you're doing well then I am well, Commander. You're in good spirits.
[ and he can't help it - he bows his head and presses a kiss against koby's temple. ]
he laughs at the way koby smooths away his worry lines. ] So long as you're doing well then I am well, Commander. You're in good spirits.
[ and he can't help it - he bows his head and presses a kiss against koby's temple. ]
[It’s probably because of what Tim had said – scratch that, it’s definitely because of what Tim had said – but Koby notes the smile, the easing of the faint concern on Quentin’s face, the way he tugs Koby closer, kisses his temple, sunwarmed and sweet-smelling. He also notes the way it settles warm in his chest, like swallowing something hot on a chilly day, spreading down to the tips of his toes.
Stupid Tim, saying stuff. At least Koby can blame the pink in his cheeks, at the tips of his ears on the sun, right?]
I’m well. Did I not say that? [Fretting, gently, much more gently than he would’ve in days past – it’s hard to be genuinely anxious or worried when Quentin’s laughing like that.] Everything’s fine. I’d call if something were wrong, but – nothing’s wrong.
[A laugh, a little incredulous, because theres always something wrong, something to worry about and yet...repeating:] Nothing’s wrong. I just – wanted to show you something I found. That you might like.
Stupid Tim, saying stuff. At least Koby can blame the pink in his cheeks, at the tips of his ears on the sun, right?]
I’m well. Did I not say that? [Fretting, gently, much more gently than he would’ve in days past – it’s hard to be genuinely anxious or worried when Quentin’s laughing like that.] Everything’s fine. I’d call if something were wrong, but – nothing’s wrong.
[A laugh, a little incredulous, because theres always something wrong, something to worry about and yet...repeating:] Nothing’s wrong. I just – wanted to show you something I found. That you might like.
No, you didn’t, but it doesn’t matter. I can see you’re in one piece and smiling thus no other man would need to suffer my wrath today.
[ he laughs a little, smoothing hair from koby’s face at the way he frets and fusses, pulling away to look around once again at the lake, the sun, then to koby. he’s glowing in the light, and though he knows the pink of his cheeks and ears isn’t from the sun, he doesn’t voice it. ]
Should I cover my eyes? Let you lead me to this thing you’ve found, or somewhere off into the wilderness? I would be at your beck and call, of course.
[ he laughs a little, smoothing hair from koby’s face at the way he frets and fusses, pulling away to look around once again at the lake, the sun, then to koby. he’s glowing in the light, and though he knows the pink of his cheeks and ears isn’t from the sun, he doesn’t voice it. ]
Should I cover my eyes? Let you lead me to this thing you’ve found, or somewhere off into the wilderness? I would be at your beck and call, of course.
[The huffing laugh Koby gives in response has no real fire in it, even accompanied by an eyeroll, as he settles back flat on his feet and smooths both hands down the front of Quentin’s shirt.] No wrath necessary. All in one piece, here. [Shaking his head, hands lingering on Quentin’s chest, feeling the contours he’s memorized by now, the intoxicating heat that makes him tempted to abandon his discovery and find a sunny spot to spend the afternoon together instead.
Maybe later. One thumb traces over the shape of Quentin’s piercing, absently, and Koby amends that thought: definitely later.
Then, dropping his hands, Koby shakes his head again and turns back to the dock, to the (not at all seaworthy, but comfortable) rowboat tied up there.] We aren’t going into the wilderness, don’t be silly. You make it sound like I’m trying to spirit you away for nefarious purposes.
[Look at how innocent he is, nothing nefarious here~] We’re just going out on the lake.
Maybe later. One thumb traces over the shape of Quentin’s piercing, absently, and Koby amends that thought: definitely later.
Then, dropping his hands, Koby shakes his head again and turns back to the dock, to the (not at all seaworthy, but comfortable) rowboat tied up there.] We aren’t going into the wilderness, don’t be silly. You make it sound like I’m trying to spirit you away for nefarious purposes.
[Look at how innocent he is, nothing nefarious here~] We’re just going out on the lake.
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