Ryuuji-Terry RP.
((Ryuuji's happy, Terry's confused. Has a little boykissing and cuddling, but nothing more. Backdated to about the 29th of June, right before Ryuuji left with Seto and Mokuba for France -- Terry had gone home for that period.))
After having dropped Jason back at his quarters, and even tucked him into bed (and having managed to find out that yes, Jason also slept with a batarang under his pillow, just like Terry), Ryuuji decided that it was late enough in the morning to make it safe to contact Terry. He hadn't wanted to disturb the other boy during his drinking trip with Dick, so it made more sense to just wait until the morning to check in with him.
Fingers reaching to touch his ear, activating the comm link there, Ryuuji asked lightly, tone easy and relaxed, "Hey, gorgeous, you asleep, hungover or actually able to carry on a conversation with a thankfully un-truth-serumed boyfriend?"
Head under a pillow, where he was thankfully lounging, in his bed, which was nice because it wasn't the hard floor, or bits and knobby pieces of one Dick Grayson, also known as he who drooled, Terry grunted and then stiffened and then rolled over. The night and the afternoon that had proceeded it all came rushing back. And Ryuuji's cheeful voice was welcome, but unexpected.
"They didn't replace anything important like your brain, right?"
With a mental wave of laughter and amused affection, Ryuuji slid his hands into his pockets and started to saunter off towards Terry's room. He took his time about it, rocking into each step slightly, bouncing up just a little on the high heels and smiling to himself as he walked, "Oh yeah. They said that some straw scarecrow had been whining about wanting a brain, so they gave him mine and filled mine full of fluff. Pink fluff."
His tone stayed teasing, Ryuuji utterly at ease as he went down the steps two-at-a-time, jumping from step to step happily.
"You're high." Terry responded a touch accusingly. "You had high tech surgery and you're on high tech drugs and a few hours from now you'll be mad at me all over again. You and your pink fluff." The latter sounded more grumpy than anything. Terry half burrowed in blankets with his head still under the pillow.
"Dick drools." He added, appropos of nothing.
"I'm not high, I'm happy!" Ryuuji sounded indignant now, smile temporarily turning into a pout. "I'm against recreational drugs, remember? And like hell would the Hub let me walk around in a chemically altered frame of mind. That's dangerous!"
He flipped his ponytail, good humor returning with the gesture, then arched an eyebrow, a peal of delighted laughter ringing out, "What?
He does not!"
"He drools. I have evidence. DNA evidence." Laying in bed, Terry blinked and pulled the pillow off his face. "If you're coming here, bring coffee. And water. And I think I gave Dick the last of my headache potion."
Terry scrubbed at his face, pulled at his hair and yawned. He looked and felt a mess. He really should get up and do something about that before said boyfriend made his way up and into the room. Somehow, his body wasn't feeling like responding. "I'm glad you're happy."
"That's bizarre. He's never drooled around me. What on earth were you guys doing?" Ryuuji's tone was more curious than anything else now, amusement still lurking under that. After all, he had shared a room --and more importantly, a bed -- with Dick for a whole week while being captured with the fangirls, and Dick had never drooled during that.
The request for coffee, water and a headache potion had Ryuuji sending a quick flicker of comforting reassurance down the link, the gamer stopping dead in the corridor for a second or two to concentrate. A few mumured words later, and he was carrying a hot mug of black coffee in one hand, a bottle of Vittel water in his backpack, and he had already thought to grab one of the anti-hangover potions from Jason's room.
Starting to walk again, heading into Ravenclaw territory, Ryuuji impishly informed Terry, "I'm glad that you're glad that I'm glad."
"People who say tongue twisters in the morning deserve to be beaten." Terry's scowl didn't touch his mental voice, however. "And I didn't do anything to Dick. There was drinking and more drinking, and he called me a candy ass. And then more drinking. And then he started dancing, despite his promise and I had to drink some more to forget all about it. Dick's cruel, Ryuu. He's cruel and dispiss, dispick, dispicable." A definite sense of pouting came through the link and on his bed, Terry folded his arms.
His room, if he'd looked around, was a half disaster area. The bat suit was crumpled in a corner, a few clothes were tossed around, and some books. It looked quite...odd. And if he had noticed it he wouldn't have understood what any of it meant, other than Dick possibly trying on his clothes and that was a thought he wouldn't have been able to handle anyway. So all in all it was a good thing his head felt ten pounds heavier than usual.
"I don't think I'm a drinker."
"You, beat me? That's a scary thought." The laughter that threaded through Ryuuji's mental voice made it clear he wasn't seriously, even as he affected a mock-fearful manner, dropping his vice a little quiter and making it more breathy, "Oh no! Whatever will you do with me? Make me bleed, make me hurt, make me sorry for speaking evil evil tongue twisters?"
He laughed again, amused by Terry's description of the night, and suggested mischeviously, "Or maybe you should beat Nightwing. Since he's the one who broke his promise and started dancing, like the bad man that he is."
Now down at Terry's corridor, Ryuuji sent a quick flicker of comfort down the bond, light and non-intrusive like a warm cashmere shawl. "Aww. Look on the bright side, at least your liver will love you for it!"
There was something about the threads of bleeding and hurting, even in jest that made Terry extremely uncomfortable. He didn't want to do that to Ryuuji. At all. It sobered him, which unfortunately had the side effect of making the throbbing in his head sound like turbo packs going off.
All he could do at that point was groan and sound pathetic. They must have drunk their weight in alcohol last night.
Ryuuji arched an eyebrow at that, now a little concerned about Terry. Tilting his head at the door, he used a quick twist of magic to open it, then headed in easily, glancing around the room as he did so. "Wakey wakey, lemon shakey. Take the hangover cure, gulp down your awful coffee, drink your water to hydrate you again, and then you'll feel better!"
He set the mug of hot, dark coffee down on the bedside table, along with the bottle of water and pulled the little vial of blackish liquid out of his pocket, placing that next to the mug. A kiss was deposited on Terry's forehead, then Ryuuji flopped down on the bed, careful to keep his boots away from the sheets, and looked around the room again.
And blinked. Then made a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh, "Tell me you guys didn't have sex without me!"
"Gahh." Terry said outloud and pushed himself upright. "I'm going to pretend I'm hearing things and you didn't just suggest that." He reached for the water, before anything else and pulled at the bottle, once opened, like a man coming out of the desert. A couple minutes later, he downed the back liquid with a slightly scrunched up face and then finished his water.
By the time Terry was cradling the hot coffee, he was blinking into a better awake state. Enough, so that he could really look at Ryuuji, top to boots. "It went ok? Everything...settled?" Fixed? Straightened out in your head? Calm? Really happy and "..this isn't a front. You aren't pretending again, right?".
"Hey, take a look around the room and you'll see why that occured to me as a possibility for last night." Ryuuji mock-protested, deciding to take Terry's response as a negative. Damn. He really should have taken Terry up on that threesome offer last night. Oh well!
With a grin to Terry's second string of questions, Ryuuji made himself semi sit up, twisting his upper body fluidly to lean over and kiss Terry full on the lips, soft and sweet, the burn having just enough time to flicker up before he pulled away and pouted, "You taste like coffee. Hate that stuff."
He closed one hand, then opened it again, and held out the chocolate on his palm to Terry, "Here. Eat this and then I'll kiss you properly."
Terry peered around the room, even as he took the chocolate, putting the coffee to one side for a moment. "I... have no idea what happened. But I woke up in clothes. Clothes and underwear. And Dick had clothes. You'd have to ask him about the underwear."
He popped the chocolate in his mouth, sucking furiously and letting it coat his tongue. "And nothing's sore-er than, well waking up after a patrol." Terry sipped at the last bit of water. "I think his plan was to kill me with alcohol poisoning."
"Well, since you're still alive, I think that his evil plan failed." Ryuuji quipped solemnly, giving the room another curious glance and touching his own bare collarbone for a second, feeling where the Tauk would be. "Though, if you really want to know, I have a way to replay the past."
But that could wait. Because Terry had taken the chocolate, and Ryuuji had promised him a kiss for that, and it was very bad to break promises.
A laugh curving the corners of his lips upwards, Ryuuji leaned in again to kiss Terry, making the kiss as slow and luxurious as he could. It was the kiss Terry should have gotten when he returned from his trip with Paul, the kind of kiss that took its time saying hello, I missed you, I'm glad you're back, I'm never letting go.
Chocolate and Ryuuji. The best combination in the world. Terry wrapped hiimself around Ryuuji like an octupus. A shameless octupus, all hands and legs, lanky and long and curling in to hold on tight. Ryuuji was in a good mood. In a great mood. And he looked like Ryuuji and smelled like Ryuuji and sounded like Ryuuji.
Terry sighed into the kiss and sighed again when he finally pulled away to breathe. "Hey." He said with a smile, eyes searching and curious, but happy. "Maybe I should go out and get drunk more often. My liver and I can get a divorce, no problem."
"But then I'd be jealous that you get to get drunk and that I don't." Ryuuji deliberately pouted at Terry, leaning in to just lightly brush his lips over Terry's again. Not so much a kiss as a tease of one, like he couldn't quite stop himself from wanting to kiss Terry and was giving himself that much of a kiss just to calm the urge enough for them to keep talking.
Fingers combing through Terry's hair, soothing it back into a semblance of order, Ryuuji laughed a little at how messy it was, eyes bright with an untroubled happiness and tried to pet it flat, "Besides, your liver is a part of you. No divorcing it. It would be hurt, and it's wrong to hurt an innocent liver."
Another light kiss was dusted over Terry's lips, then Ryuuji turned it into a real kiss once more, pulling Terry closer.
And another, and a third and Terry shifted slightly as parts of him began to sit up and take notice. Now probably wasn't the best time, no matter what the brain downstairs thought. "We're ok, right?" The uncertainty was still in his eyes.
"I was an idiot. You were a little bit less of an idiot. Maybe." He added with a smile. "But we're ok?" His hands were mapping as he spoke; shoulders, arms, back, spine, down to Ryuuji's ass, holding and cupping there and not thinking about it, just glad to touch him again.
"We're totally okay. We're okay like Oklahoma without the unnecessary letters." Ryuuji reassured Terry, tilting his head up just enough to kiss the sides of Terry's eyes, trying to soothe him. Terry's hands were pleasantly familar, making Ryuuji shiver under his touch, trying to get a little more of it -- of the heat that flared under his skin and warmed him from the inside.
Gods, he'd missed this.
It seemed sudden. Very sudden. Odd even. Not that Terry expected them to still be fighting after last night and how close they'd come to seeing things swallowed up by shadows. But some trail maybe. Some edginess? The sort that he'd gotten from his folks when he'd come out of juvie. The mild sort of punishment tut tut looks. Ryuuji was doing none of that. Ryuuji was almost acting like it hadn't happened.
"You do remember stuff, right?" Terry asked, hating the fact that he was looking a gift Ryuuji in the mouth. "You, me, confusion, mistakes, assumptions?" He kept his grip firm, but he had to ask. He didn't want to take advantage. He never wanted to do that.
"Hm..." Ryuuji assumed a mock-thoughtful _expression for a few seconds, tilting his head to a side and studying Terry with wide, innocent green eyes.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One!
Brightly, a grin curving his lips again, Ryuuji told Terry, "Nope! I've completely forgotten how to suck someone off. Would you mind being my practice dummy while I relearn that sadly lost skill?"
He snickered and then leaned in nuzzling Ryuuji's neck. "Idiot." It was said fondly, with a lot of relief. Then, softly using ther communicator's connection. "I missed you."
Aloud, Terry shuffled towards feeling better as the potion did its work. He pinched Ryuuji's ass and then proceeded soothe and gently massage as distraction.
"But a pretty idiot and that makes up for everything!" Ryuuji informed Terry cheerfully, tilting his neck to a side to give Terry better access to it. Jumping slightly at the pinch, reflexively, he let go of Terry's hair to try to catch the other's wrists, intent on trapping them.
"Missed you too." It was too natural a response to be hesitant and Ryuuji had definitely missed them just being like this -- teasing and carefree and lighthearted and loving.
"So...what are we doing about you, me and breakfast?" Terry asked, finally smiling for the first time in the morning, the tension in his shoulders easing. his hands moved up to sink into the pony tail and toy with it. His fingers worriying at the band, wanting more than anything to get Ryuuji's hair out and flowing. This felt as close to perfect as it got on earth. They could curl up in here and eat all morning and just talk.
"That is a very good question." Ryuuji approvingly told Terry, wriggling just a little and giving the door a considering look, "It's a little late for breakfast in the Great Hall, so tell me what you want and I'll have the House Elves make it and deliver it?"
He flicked Terry's nose lightly, giving up on his attempt to capture the other's hands and offered magnanimously, "And if you -- like the poor little debauched baby that you are -- are too tired to feed yourself, I'll be nice and handfeed you."
"I am a poor debanched little baby. Dick popped my vodka cherry." Terry said the phrase with a completely straight face. "And then he booty-popped."
"...I can't believe that Nightwing introduced you to vodka before I did." Ryuuji pouted at that, even as he reached up to his own hair, unsnapping the elastic band with practiced ease, "Vodka's my drink, damnit. Nightwing's the one who prefers tequila. He should have popped your tequila cherry!"
The booty-popping, Ryuuji didn't want to comment on. Really.
"Then you two can switch, that is if you talk me into drinking again. Ugh, I think I should stick to wine and champagne." His hand went up into Ryuuji's hair, tangled in the tresses and stroking. Terry sighed and pulled Ryuuji closer.
"Soup and a Ryuuji French Breakfast." He half bit at Ryuuji's shoulder, having reached a point of wellness to feel a touch frisky. Even if he did want to eat first. He was ravenous.
"I think that you shouldn't have to drink unless you want to. And that I love you and your liver too much to inflict unnecessary alcohol on you or it." Ryuuji nuzzled at Terry's neck, lips brushing over the soft skin lightly and eyes closing with something akin to pleasure at the feel of the hand in his hair. Mmm.
Resisting the temptation to purr, he opened his eyes again to blink at Terry, take back, "Soup? In the morning? During summer?"
"I feel sick. Just a little Soup." He looked his most obstinate about it, a kin to a very determined cat. Or in this case Bat.
"...But it's morning, and it's summer. Hot. And soup's hot." Ryuuji pointed out incredulously, pulling away a little to touch a hand to Terry's forehead lightly. Maybe Terry was running a fever and not in his right mind?
"Ryuu. It's a mom thing." Terry replied as gently as he could, while trying to capture the had on his face and kissing it. "Soup. Chicken soup or beef vegetable."
"...Oh." Yeah. Okay. It made sense that Ryuuji wouldn't actually know what to do where 'mom' things were concerned.
Flushing a little, somewhat embarrassed, he let his hand be caught and kissed, then told Terry, "Alright. Which one do you prefer, then?"
"Chicken noodle." He said with a smile. "It's traditional." Terry squeezed the caught hand. "You could have some with me." He wouldn't bring up the lack of mother, or the demented father. "I think it'll work better than tabasco sauce organge juice and a raw egg." Terry made a face. "I've seen Bruce drink one of those after a cocktail party."
"...See, this is why I stick to hangover cures. That sounds awful and there is no way that I'm going to drink soup during a hot summer morning." Ryuuji made a face to mirror Terry's, then squeezed back gently.
Curiously, he studied the other, "I can't believe it's not working for you. It usually fixes Mai up fine, and myself as well, and I'll bet the two of us are harder drinkers than you."
"It is working." He said earnestly. "Soup's just comfort food. Ryuuji doesn't absolutely ffix everything. At least not yet. I think I need a couple more years exposure."
He hooked his leg in, to tug Ryuuji along as Terry moved up to rest against the head of the bed. "So a small bowl of soup and then you can order whatever you want for me for breakfast." Terry smiled. "As long as it's french."
"If it takes you a couple of years to get over a hangover, I'd hate to think how much time with me you'd need to recover from a cold." Ryuuji teased him, shifting up with Terry as the other clearly wanted. He pulled Terry to lean against him, trying to get the other's back against his chest and wrapped an arm over Terry's waist.
"And how about crepes with chocolate sauce? And chocolate milkshakes to drink? I like those, but I'm not sure if you should eat them with soup. I don't really eat soup often." Ryuuji admitted, dragging a light kiss along Terry's shoulder.
"It'll take a couple of years to have enough Ryuuji in my system to counteract a hangover." He mock pushed at Ryuuji but settled back comfortable when the tables were turned and he was now leaning on Ryuuji. "How about crepes with butter and sugar and chocolate milkshakes. That I could handle." He leaned his head back and exhaled, releasing further tension. "Enjoying the chance to pamper me?" Terry asked slightly.
"I live to serve, love." Ryuuji teased, making a small gesture with his free hand. A note appeared in the kitchens, telling the House Elves what was required, where to leave it and to have it ready within fifteen minutes.
"I told them to make both kind. Since I like my crepes with chocolate." Ryuuji pressed another kiss to the curve of Terry's neck, right where it joined his shoulder.
Boyfriend, a good breakfast and cuddling. What more could anyone want?
After having dropped Jason back at his quarters, and even tucked him into bed (and having managed to find out that yes, Jason also slept with a batarang under his pillow, just like Terry), Ryuuji decided that it was late enough in the morning to make it safe to contact Terry. He hadn't wanted to disturb the other boy during his drinking trip with Dick, so it made more sense to just wait until the morning to check in with him.
Fingers reaching to touch his ear, activating the comm link there, Ryuuji asked lightly, tone easy and relaxed, "Hey, gorgeous, you asleep, hungover or actually able to carry on a conversation with a thankfully un-truth-serumed boyfriend?"
Head under a pillow, where he was thankfully lounging, in his bed, which was nice because it wasn't the hard floor, or bits and knobby pieces of one Dick Grayson, also known as he who drooled, Terry grunted and then stiffened and then rolled over. The night and the afternoon that had proceeded it all came rushing back. And Ryuuji's cheeful voice was welcome, but unexpected.
"They didn't replace anything important like your brain, right?"
With a mental wave of laughter and amused affection, Ryuuji slid his hands into his pockets and started to saunter off towards Terry's room. He took his time about it, rocking into each step slightly, bouncing up just a little on the high heels and smiling to himself as he walked, "Oh yeah. They said that some straw scarecrow had been whining about wanting a brain, so they gave him mine and filled mine full of fluff. Pink fluff."
His tone stayed teasing, Ryuuji utterly at ease as he went down the steps two-at-a-time, jumping from step to step happily.
"You're high." Terry responded a touch accusingly. "You had high tech surgery and you're on high tech drugs and a few hours from now you'll be mad at me all over again. You and your pink fluff." The latter sounded more grumpy than anything. Terry half burrowed in blankets with his head still under the pillow.
"Dick drools." He added, appropos of nothing.
"I'm not high, I'm happy!" Ryuuji sounded indignant now, smile temporarily turning into a pout. "I'm against recreational drugs, remember? And like hell would the Hub let me walk around in a chemically altered frame of mind. That's dangerous!"
He flipped his ponytail, good humor returning with the gesture, then arched an eyebrow, a peal of delighted laughter ringing out, "What?
He does not!"
"He drools. I have evidence. DNA evidence." Laying in bed, Terry blinked and pulled the pillow off his face. "If you're coming here, bring coffee. And water. And I think I gave Dick the last of my headache potion."
Terry scrubbed at his face, pulled at his hair and yawned. He looked and felt a mess. He really should get up and do something about that before said boyfriend made his way up and into the room. Somehow, his body wasn't feeling like responding. "I'm glad you're happy."
"That's bizarre. He's never drooled around me. What on earth were you guys doing?" Ryuuji's tone was more curious than anything else now, amusement still lurking under that. After all, he had shared a room --and more importantly, a bed -- with Dick for a whole week while being captured with the fangirls, and Dick had never drooled during that.
The request for coffee, water and a headache potion had Ryuuji sending a quick flicker of comforting reassurance down the link, the gamer stopping dead in the corridor for a second or two to concentrate. A few mumured words later, and he was carrying a hot mug of black coffee in one hand, a bottle of Vittel water in his backpack, and he had already thought to grab one of the anti-hangover potions from Jason's room.
Starting to walk again, heading into Ravenclaw territory, Ryuuji impishly informed Terry, "I'm glad that you're glad that I'm glad."
"People who say tongue twisters in the morning deserve to be beaten." Terry's scowl didn't touch his mental voice, however. "And I didn't do anything to Dick. There was drinking and more drinking, and he called me a candy ass. And then more drinking. And then he started dancing, despite his promise and I had to drink some more to forget all about it. Dick's cruel, Ryuu. He's cruel and dispiss, dispick, dispicable." A definite sense of pouting came through the link and on his bed, Terry folded his arms.
His room, if he'd looked around, was a half disaster area. The bat suit was crumpled in a corner, a few clothes were tossed around, and some books. It looked quite...odd. And if he had noticed it he wouldn't have understood what any of it meant, other than Dick possibly trying on his clothes and that was a thought he wouldn't have been able to handle anyway. So all in all it was a good thing his head felt ten pounds heavier than usual.
"I don't think I'm a drinker."
"You, beat me? That's a scary thought." The laughter that threaded through Ryuuji's mental voice made it clear he wasn't seriously, even as he affected a mock-fearful manner, dropping his vice a little quiter and making it more breathy, "Oh no! Whatever will you do with me? Make me bleed, make me hurt, make me sorry for speaking evil evil tongue twisters?"
He laughed again, amused by Terry's description of the night, and suggested mischeviously, "Or maybe you should beat Nightwing. Since he's the one who broke his promise and started dancing, like the bad man that he is."
Now down at Terry's corridor, Ryuuji sent a quick flicker of comfort down the bond, light and non-intrusive like a warm cashmere shawl. "Aww. Look on the bright side, at least your liver will love you for it!"
There was something about the threads of bleeding and hurting, even in jest that made Terry extremely uncomfortable. He didn't want to do that to Ryuuji. At all. It sobered him, which unfortunately had the side effect of making the throbbing in his head sound like turbo packs going off.
All he could do at that point was groan and sound pathetic. They must have drunk their weight in alcohol last night.
Ryuuji arched an eyebrow at that, now a little concerned about Terry. Tilting his head at the door, he used a quick twist of magic to open it, then headed in easily, glancing around the room as he did so. "Wakey wakey, lemon shakey. Take the hangover cure, gulp down your awful coffee, drink your water to hydrate you again, and then you'll feel better!"
He set the mug of hot, dark coffee down on the bedside table, along with the bottle of water and pulled the little vial of blackish liquid out of his pocket, placing that next to the mug. A kiss was deposited on Terry's forehead, then Ryuuji flopped down on the bed, careful to keep his boots away from the sheets, and looked around the room again.
And blinked. Then made a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh, "Tell me you guys didn't have sex without me!"
"Gahh." Terry said outloud and pushed himself upright. "I'm going to pretend I'm hearing things and you didn't just suggest that." He reached for the water, before anything else and pulled at the bottle, once opened, like a man coming out of the desert. A couple minutes later, he downed the back liquid with a slightly scrunched up face and then finished his water.
By the time Terry was cradling the hot coffee, he was blinking into a better awake state. Enough, so that he could really look at Ryuuji, top to boots. "It went ok? Everything...settled?" Fixed? Straightened out in your head? Calm? Really happy and "..this isn't a front. You aren't pretending again, right?".
"Hey, take a look around the room and you'll see why that occured to me as a possibility for last night." Ryuuji mock-protested, deciding to take Terry's response as a negative. Damn. He really should have taken Terry up on that threesome offer last night. Oh well!
With a grin to Terry's second string of questions, Ryuuji made himself semi sit up, twisting his upper body fluidly to lean over and kiss Terry full on the lips, soft and sweet, the burn having just enough time to flicker up before he pulled away and pouted, "You taste like coffee. Hate that stuff."
He closed one hand, then opened it again, and held out the chocolate on his palm to Terry, "Here. Eat this and then I'll kiss you properly."
Terry peered around the room, even as he took the chocolate, putting the coffee to one side for a moment. "I... have no idea what happened. But I woke up in clothes. Clothes and underwear. And Dick had clothes. You'd have to ask him about the underwear."
He popped the chocolate in his mouth, sucking furiously and letting it coat his tongue. "And nothing's sore-er than, well waking up after a patrol." Terry sipped at the last bit of water. "I think his plan was to kill me with alcohol poisoning."
"Well, since you're still alive, I think that his evil plan failed." Ryuuji quipped solemnly, giving the room another curious glance and touching his own bare collarbone for a second, feeling where the Tauk would be. "Though, if you really want to know, I have a way to replay the past."
But that could wait. Because Terry had taken the chocolate, and Ryuuji had promised him a kiss for that, and it was very bad to break promises.
A laugh curving the corners of his lips upwards, Ryuuji leaned in again to kiss Terry, making the kiss as slow and luxurious as he could. It was the kiss Terry should have gotten when he returned from his trip with Paul, the kind of kiss that took its time saying hello, I missed you, I'm glad you're back, I'm never letting go.
Chocolate and Ryuuji. The best combination in the world. Terry wrapped hiimself around Ryuuji like an octupus. A shameless octupus, all hands and legs, lanky and long and curling in to hold on tight. Ryuuji was in a good mood. In a great mood. And he looked like Ryuuji and smelled like Ryuuji and sounded like Ryuuji.
Terry sighed into the kiss and sighed again when he finally pulled away to breathe. "Hey." He said with a smile, eyes searching and curious, but happy. "Maybe I should go out and get drunk more often. My liver and I can get a divorce, no problem."
"But then I'd be jealous that you get to get drunk and that I don't." Ryuuji deliberately pouted at Terry, leaning in to just lightly brush his lips over Terry's again. Not so much a kiss as a tease of one, like he couldn't quite stop himself from wanting to kiss Terry and was giving himself that much of a kiss just to calm the urge enough for them to keep talking.
Fingers combing through Terry's hair, soothing it back into a semblance of order, Ryuuji laughed a little at how messy it was, eyes bright with an untroubled happiness and tried to pet it flat, "Besides, your liver is a part of you. No divorcing it. It would be hurt, and it's wrong to hurt an innocent liver."
Another light kiss was dusted over Terry's lips, then Ryuuji turned it into a real kiss once more, pulling Terry closer.
And another, and a third and Terry shifted slightly as parts of him began to sit up and take notice. Now probably wasn't the best time, no matter what the brain downstairs thought. "We're ok, right?" The uncertainty was still in his eyes.
"I was an idiot. You were a little bit less of an idiot. Maybe." He added with a smile. "But we're ok?" His hands were mapping as he spoke; shoulders, arms, back, spine, down to Ryuuji's ass, holding and cupping there and not thinking about it, just glad to touch him again.
"We're totally okay. We're okay like Oklahoma without the unnecessary letters." Ryuuji reassured Terry, tilting his head up just enough to kiss the sides of Terry's eyes, trying to soothe him. Terry's hands were pleasantly familar, making Ryuuji shiver under his touch, trying to get a little more of it -- of the heat that flared under his skin and warmed him from the inside.
Gods, he'd missed this.
It seemed sudden. Very sudden. Odd even. Not that Terry expected them to still be fighting after last night and how close they'd come to seeing things swallowed up by shadows. But some trail maybe. Some edginess? The sort that he'd gotten from his folks when he'd come out of juvie. The mild sort of punishment tut tut looks. Ryuuji was doing none of that. Ryuuji was almost acting like it hadn't happened.
"You do remember stuff, right?" Terry asked, hating the fact that he was looking a gift Ryuuji in the mouth. "You, me, confusion, mistakes, assumptions?" He kept his grip firm, but he had to ask. He didn't want to take advantage. He never wanted to do that.
"Hm..." Ryuuji assumed a mock-thoughtful _expression for a few seconds, tilting his head to a side and studying Terry with wide, innocent green eyes.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One!
Brightly, a grin curving his lips again, Ryuuji told Terry, "Nope! I've completely forgotten how to suck someone off. Would you mind being my practice dummy while I relearn that sadly lost skill?"
He snickered and then leaned in nuzzling Ryuuji's neck. "Idiot." It was said fondly, with a lot of relief. Then, softly using ther communicator's connection. "I missed you."
Aloud, Terry shuffled towards feeling better as the potion did its work. He pinched Ryuuji's ass and then proceeded soothe and gently massage as distraction.
"But a pretty idiot and that makes up for everything!" Ryuuji informed Terry cheerfully, tilting his neck to a side to give Terry better access to it. Jumping slightly at the pinch, reflexively, he let go of Terry's hair to try to catch the other's wrists, intent on trapping them.
"Missed you too." It was too natural a response to be hesitant and Ryuuji had definitely missed them just being like this -- teasing and carefree and lighthearted and loving.
"So...what are we doing about you, me and breakfast?" Terry asked, finally smiling for the first time in the morning, the tension in his shoulders easing. his hands moved up to sink into the pony tail and toy with it. His fingers worriying at the band, wanting more than anything to get Ryuuji's hair out and flowing. This felt as close to perfect as it got on earth. They could curl up in here and eat all morning and just talk.
"That is a very good question." Ryuuji approvingly told Terry, wriggling just a little and giving the door a considering look, "It's a little late for breakfast in the Great Hall, so tell me what you want and I'll have the House Elves make it and deliver it?"
He flicked Terry's nose lightly, giving up on his attempt to capture the other's hands and offered magnanimously, "And if you -- like the poor little debauched baby that you are -- are too tired to feed yourself, I'll be nice and handfeed you."
"I am a poor debanched little baby. Dick popped my vodka cherry." Terry said the phrase with a completely straight face. "And then he booty-popped."
"...I can't believe that Nightwing introduced you to vodka before I did." Ryuuji pouted at that, even as he reached up to his own hair, unsnapping the elastic band with practiced ease, "Vodka's my drink, damnit. Nightwing's the one who prefers tequila. He should have popped your tequila cherry!"
The booty-popping, Ryuuji didn't want to comment on. Really.
"Then you two can switch, that is if you talk me into drinking again. Ugh, I think I should stick to wine and champagne." His hand went up into Ryuuji's hair, tangled in the tresses and stroking. Terry sighed and pulled Ryuuji closer.
"Soup and a Ryuuji French Breakfast." He half bit at Ryuuji's shoulder, having reached a point of wellness to feel a touch frisky. Even if he did want to eat first. He was ravenous.
"I think that you shouldn't have to drink unless you want to. And that I love you and your liver too much to inflict unnecessary alcohol on you or it." Ryuuji nuzzled at Terry's neck, lips brushing over the soft skin lightly and eyes closing with something akin to pleasure at the feel of the hand in his hair. Mmm.
Resisting the temptation to purr, he opened his eyes again to blink at Terry, take back, "Soup? In the morning? During summer?"
"I feel sick. Just a little Soup." He looked his most obstinate about it, a kin to a very determined cat. Or in this case Bat.
"...But it's morning, and it's summer. Hot. And soup's hot." Ryuuji pointed out incredulously, pulling away a little to touch a hand to Terry's forehead lightly. Maybe Terry was running a fever and not in his right mind?
"Ryuu. It's a mom thing." Terry replied as gently as he could, while trying to capture the had on his face and kissing it. "Soup. Chicken soup or beef vegetable."
"...Oh." Yeah. Okay. It made sense that Ryuuji wouldn't actually know what to do where 'mom' things were concerned.
Flushing a little, somewhat embarrassed, he let his hand be caught and kissed, then told Terry, "Alright. Which one do you prefer, then?"
"Chicken noodle." He said with a smile. "It's traditional." Terry squeezed the caught hand. "You could have some with me." He wouldn't bring up the lack of mother, or the demented father. "I think it'll work better than tabasco sauce organge juice and a raw egg." Terry made a face. "I've seen Bruce drink one of those after a cocktail party."
"...See, this is why I stick to hangover cures. That sounds awful and there is no way that I'm going to drink soup during a hot summer morning." Ryuuji made a face to mirror Terry's, then squeezed back gently.
Curiously, he studied the other, "I can't believe it's not working for you. It usually fixes Mai up fine, and myself as well, and I'll bet the two of us are harder drinkers than you."
"It is working." He said earnestly. "Soup's just comfort food. Ryuuji doesn't absolutely ffix everything. At least not yet. I think I need a couple more years exposure."
He hooked his leg in, to tug Ryuuji along as Terry moved up to rest against the head of the bed. "So a small bowl of soup and then you can order whatever you want for me for breakfast." Terry smiled. "As long as it's french."
"If it takes you a couple of years to get over a hangover, I'd hate to think how much time with me you'd need to recover from a cold." Ryuuji teased him, shifting up with Terry as the other clearly wanted. He pulled Terry to lean against him, trying to get the other's back against his chest and wrapped an arm over Terry's waist.
"And how about crepes with chocolate sauce? And chocolate milkshakes to drink? I like those, but I'm not sure if you should eat them with soup. I don't really eat soup often." Ryuuji admitted, dragging a light kiss along Terry's shoulder.
"It'll take a couple of years to have enough Ryuuji in my system to counteract a hangover." He mock pushed at Ryuuji but settled back comfortable when the tables were turned and he was now leaning on Ryuuji. "How about crepes with butter and sugar and chocolate milkshakes. That I could handle." He leaned his head back and exhaled, releasing further tension. "Enjoying the chance to pamper me?" Terry asked slightly.
"I live to serve, love." Ryuuji teased, making a small gesture with his free hand. A note appeared in the kitchens, telling the House Elves what was required, where to leave it and to have it ready within fifteen minutes.
"I told them to make both kind. Since I like my crepes with chocolate." Ryuuji pressed another kiss to the curve of Terry's neck, right where it joined his shoulder.
Boyfriend, a good breakfast and cuddling. What more could anyone want?