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[orangetoughguy]

Action!

[Mr. Orange is running a couple errands around town on his very nice and easy and open off-work Sunday. There's mistletoe out around the City but it's like two weeks before Christmas so that's not unusual at all, right?!]

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[totallyinaband]

[Oh hey, Orange. About town minding your own business, eh? Remember this kid you turned into a wolf with a few months back? You may not have noticed it, but you happened to pass under a sprig of mistletoe the same time he did and now you are being slammed against a wall and having your face snogged off by him. Good luck!]

[orangetoughguy]

[What the--oof! Good thing he hasn't bought anything yet because he would have dropped it all when he puts his hands on that kid's arms.

Holy shit, Stephen Stills, holy shit.

Who knew you can reach that low! Freddy has to get up on the balls of his feet to even remotely try regaining some control of the kiss. Not because he doesn't like it but because, like, he's older and stuff.]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen presses back. The struggle for control is just making it all the more interesting. His hands hold onto his hips, anchoring him down as his deepens the kiss.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Orange shouldn't like that feeling so much. He really shouldn't. Be he totally does. Is it still the mistletoe at work or...?!?! Either way he's working on tasting Stephen's mouth and clutching at his short hair while this other fist balls up a corner of his plaid(?) something or other.]

[totallyinaband]

[His fingers dig a little deeper into his hips and groans into the other man's mouth. Whatever logical part of his brain is telling him this is a bad idea is definitely not the part in control at the moment.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Goddamn. Orange manages to break free from the mouth to mouth action only to run his lips over that scruff and down his neck to purse and pull there like he might be trying to give Stephen a mark. Except Stephen doesn't smell anything like Chesterfields and after shave.

PUT THE BRAKES ON.

Orange leans back to just stare at Stephen. Look at the red in Orange's face.]

[totallyinaband]

[Shit. Stephen's face may be turning a similar shade. Damn transparent Canadian complexion.]

Uh...

[Well this is awkward.]

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah...

[His hands are still on Stephen. Flail flail as he takes them back.]

Hey no harm no foul...right?

[totallyinaband]

Yeah. Right. Sorry, about that man. I've been randomly making out with people all day.

[Most of them weren't that good, though. Hnnnnng.]

[orangetoughguy]

All day? Busy guy. [How many mouths have been in that mouth. Damn.] Anyway...

[How do you say it wasn't that bad without sounding like a creeper??]

[totallyinaband]

[If you figure it out, please yet him know.]

Yeah, I have to get to... work.