Matt Jamison - OC baby one more time - my Milliways is killing me

[mm_merky]

It seems like he's always coming in here in his pajamas.

One barefoot sex mage enters, dressed (indeed) in his old sushi boxers and CAFFEINE: fictional tour 2025 band t-shirt. Matt's hair is messier than usual, and he looks like he hasn't slept

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[not_in_the_book]

"Is that a tempest in a teacup?" Ronan punned horribly, "or are you just happy to see me?"

He plopped down in a seat beside Matt, knocking lightly on Bar and asking, "Curry chips and mushy peas? And a pint of bitter. The usual account."

[Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. One of these days I will manage to keep Ronan around here regularly.]

[tantric_slacker]

Matt, exhausted as he is, brightens observably.

"Hey," he says, then pulls up short.

"... It's. I hope not. But I am, and--" He holds up a finger and tries not to yawn. "I'd happily demonstrate how much, if I hadn't just staggered in here without setting anything up to keep me out of other people's heads."

[NO PROBLEM AT ALL. Hi! Let me know if you want in on autumnal/wintry demon plot.]

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan poked at his brain a moment, then nodded. "I've got mine," he said, "if you trust them to keep you out." He grinned, glad that he'd been able to make Matt brighten so visibly. "I understand if you'd rather rely on your own -- I know how that goes, trust me -- but they're secure."

[Ooh, plot? I totally want in! Even knowing nothing about it; I haven't exactly been keeping up. ^^;; Poke me on AIM when you get a chance, perhaps?]

[tantric_slacker]

"... Oh," Matt says, thoughtful.

"Well." He smiles. "I'm willing to give it a try."

[omg omg I will try, tomorrow might be better because tonight I'm dying just forming sentences XD]

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan nods, settles his mental shielding a little more firmly, and then leans in for a hello kiss.

[Aaha. Sentences? What are those?]

[tantric_slacker]

Matt is somewhat tentative, but he leans in himself.

It hasn't been as too long as the last time?

But it's still been too long.

[not_in_the_book]

A quick flash going across -- starlight, heat :: skin, lips -- before Ronan firmly thought, No, and pushed his shields more firmly together.

And then nothing. Just the kiss.

[tantric_slacker]

The first moment is a breathless and bright, and Matt wonders once again at how he wants even more than that-- but no is the right word, for now.

Besides. A kiss may just be a kiss, but kisses are pretty damn awesome all by themselves.

He and Ronan are certainly doing better when it comes to meeting like this, but it's still been awhile, and therefore it's a moment before Matt withdraws.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan's smiling a little goofily as they pull apart, and he leans his forehead in to rest against Matt's. "Hi," he says, laughing just a little. "How've you been?"

[tantric_slacker]

Matt's grinning.

"I'm ..."

In mid-row with Shakespeare's Prospero.

Having recurring nightmares.

"Stratospheric," he concludes.

[not_in_the_book]

"... As you're not currently in orbit, I'm going to assume that's some variety of slang," Ronan said, snerking and grabbing some of his chips. "What I can't tell is whether or not it's good slang or bad slang."

[tantric_slacker]

"Oh! It's--"

Matt sits back, still grinning, and snatches up his mug of tea for a slightly-too-concentrated sip.

"Good," he says.

"Very very good."

[not_in_the_book]

"Any reason in particular?" Ronan asked, grinning back. He pushes his plate towards Matt -- he looks like he needs to eat more, Ronan thinks -- and kicks lightly at Matt's foot.

[tantric_slacker]

He snorts, eyebrows arching. "I mean, this time it hasn't been a year on my watch." Because Ronan's shields have proven eminently effective, he kicks back pleasantly and glances down to Ronan's plate with a suppressed yawn. "What's this again? And do I get some?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan blinked. "... How long has it been for you?" he asked. "Because for me, it's been... about a week and half? Something like that."

Oh, Powers, had it been longer for Matt? Were they destined to never meet up in a timely fashion? Damned Bar.

[tantric_slacker]

"What?"

Matt groans.

"Oh, man. I mean I haven't exactly kept track, but it's been a few months at least."