milliways_bar: Father's day sucks

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence doesn't like Father's day. He doesn't like not having a legitimate father, and he doesn't like ... well.

Feeling odd on Father's day.

So he's in the shower and when he comes out into the room, he's got a towel draped around his waist. Nothing else.

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[misterparker]

Parker opens the door one handed, bumping it with his hip. He's balancing a bowl full of whipped cream and a crate of strawberries in one hand, and when he glances up, pauses, still holding the door open. Then, checking behind him to make sure no one else is getting the view, he grins.

"I thought I'd have to work to get you all hot and sweaty and naked," he says.

[almost_arabian]

"You know that is scarcely ever a concern, Parker."

His brow arches at the crate and whipped cream, but he is certainly not complaining in the least.

[misterparker]

"Oh, really?" Parker grins. "But it's a lot more fun."

Walking further into the room, he kisses Lawrence lightly, a hello there kiss.

"I thought you might need a little cheering up," Parker says. Yesterday had been... interesting.

[almost_arabian]

He smirks, twisting his hand into the towel and sliding it off.

"You might be a little right." Larwence tries to draw Parker over to the bed, so he can feed him a strawberry or two.

[misterparker]

Parker licks his way down, collecting traces of water with his tongue, careful of the food on his left.

"How was your day?" he asks.

[almost_arabian]

"Better, now." He grabs a finger full of the whipped cream and offers it to Parker.

"And yours, Parker?"

[misterparker]

"Fine," Parker sucks down Lawrence's finger, sits up to pay as much attention to each of the others. "Anything interesting happen?"

[almost_arabian]

He idly violates a strawberry before he talks.

"Nothing at all. Feisal nearly fell off his camel." But his voice is low - he doesn't really want to talk about that. Parker's mouth is rather distracting him.

[misterparker]

Parker kisses Lawrence in the center of his palm, light, gentle. "Really?" he asks. "Hasn't he been on camels since he could walk?"

Through the screen of splayed fingers, he watches Lawrence.

[almost_arabian]

"Yes, but I think sometimes that he forgets the basics."

He sighs at the kiss, smearing a little cream into the curve of Parker's neck to lick off lazily.

[misterparker]

"It isn't like riding a bike?" Parker asks, sliding his fingers into Lawrence's hair for one brief squeeze before looking at him innocently.

[almost_arabian]

"Perhaps."

He sighs into the touch and then nips Parker's ear once, gently.

[misterparker]

Grinning Parker runs a hand up Lawrence's side. "You aren't listening at all," he accuses.

[almost_arabian]

"And if I'm not?"

He sighs, his own hand moving to knead the back of Parker's neck.

[misterparker]

"Well the point was distraction," Parker admitts.

[almost_arabian]

"It's nice."

He murmurs this as he slides his mouth over Parker's earlobe, tugging hard.