Crossover: The Tomorrow Trilogy/Cliffton - Say Please - Chapter 4
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Wes looked up from the TV when he heard the door to their room open. His eyes widened at the sight of Devin, who immediately noticed the cup of coffee on the counter. “No -- way...” Wes began, throwing his controller down as he got up from the couch. His eyes fell on the assortment of bruises on Devin’s neck. “You -- he picked you?”
Devin gulped down the coffee, wincing at the taste of it. “Yeah -- god, how old is this fucking coffee?”
“A few hours?” Wes answered, walking over to Devin. “Holy shit, dude -- even your hair is messed up!”
“Christ, no wonder this tastes like shit,” he muttered, downing the rest of it. He finally looked at Wes and raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“You just got fucked by the Emperor and all you can do is bitch about the coffee?” Wes asked. He felt slighted, waving his arms around a bit. “I was worried about you!”
“It’s shitty coffee, I’m going to bitch about it.” Devin blinked. “You were worried about me?” He put the coffee cup back to his mouth, hiding a small smirk. “It was your idea.”
“Was he any good?”
“Do you really wanna know?” Devin asked, still smirking. He put the cup of coffee down and pulled Wes close to him. “You look kinda jealous.”
“I -- I’m not jealous. Dude, where’d you get that idea?” Wes stammered, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away from Devin.
“He was very good,” Devin said. He grinned. “I’d actually say he was fucking amazing.”
Wes frowned, turning his head to look at Devin again. The bruises were even more visible now, close up. He uncrossed his arms, grabbing Devin by his shirt and pulling him close. “He didn’t wipe you out, did he?” He pressed his lips to Devin’s neck, just over where one of the bruises were.
“Well, I came twice, but --”
“Only twice, huh?” Wes asked between kisses. Devin moaned, but nodded his head in response. “I can make you come three times.”
“You don’t have the stamina for that,” Devin taunted, grabbing Wes’s chin and kissing him. “But you’re sure as hell welcome to try.”
Wes smirked at him. “If I get you to come three times, you promise to lose at SimFighting for me?”
“I dunno, Wes. You’re really fucking bad at SimFighting.”
Wes smacked him on the arm lightly, grinning at him before pushing Devin against the counter, his hands already tugging at the waist of his jeans.
He was going to fucking win, either way.
***
Savin stepped out of the shower, rubbing his hair dry with his towel. As he walked into his room, he thought he heard a knock on the door to his apartment. Sighing, he wrapped his towel around his waist. If it were anyone from the Council he was going to give them a piece of his mind.
When he opened the door, he nearly doubled-over in laughter. “That -- that is a terrible wig,” he managed, moving away from the door. “The hell are you doing here, Ravi?”
“You actually put out the fucking ad?” Ravi asked, taking the blond wig off as he stepped inside Savin’s apartment. “You know I was just fuckin’ with you, right?”
“Well, it worked,” Savin said, grinning. “Hold on, let me go get my glasses.”
“You gonna put on some pants, too, or what?”
“It’s my apartment, I can walk around naked if I damn well please,” Savin said over his shoulder as he stepped back into his bedroom.
“Why don’t you, then?”
The question caught Savin by surprise, causing him to turn around and raise an eyebrow at Ravi. “Didn’t think you, of all people, would want to see me naked,” he said wryly, shutting the door behind him. He slipped his glasses over his eyes before sliding into a pair of pajama pants, knowing he wasn’t leaving the apartment unless absolutely necessary.
When he opened the door again, Ravi had sat himself in Savin’s chair. Savin felt a flash of annoyance at seeing him there and crossed his arms over his chest. “Your back’s scratched up to all hell. Did you pick a woman?”
“Why the hell are you so interested in this?” Savin asked. “Also, get your ass out of my chair.”
“Make me.” Ravi reclined further into his chair, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. “Y’know, I’m surprised you even fucked anyone else. You keep sayin’ you’re not ready to date anyone, but fuckin’ someone else is entirely okay with you?”
Savin sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I’m the Emperor. I don’t really have the time to go out and date. Not to mention find someone who actually wants to date me.”
“That’s ‘cause you refuse to look right in front of you,” Ravi said, leveling his gaze with Savin’s. He sat up in the chair before sliding out of it. He stood in front of Savin, running his hand over his hair. “Which is really funny, because I saw the kid you took back with you.”
“What about him?” Savin asked, looking up at Ravi. “He was the only one who showed up that wasn’t blond. And he mentioned that my tie was crooked.”
“You don’t think he looked like anyone you know? I sure as hell saw the resemblance real fuckin’ quick -- felt like I was lookin’ in a mirror,” Ravi muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Savin narrowed his eyes a bit at Ravi before looking away from him, rubbing the back of his neck. “He did look like a younger version of you, didn’t he...?”
“Took you just now to realize that?” Ravi asked. He rolled his eyes and moved away from Savin. “How the fuck did Blue Eyes put up with your ass? You’re fuckin’ denser than hell.”
Savin grabbed Ravi by his arm, holding him in place. “What, exactly, are you trying to get at, Ravi? This’ll be easier on both of us if you just come out and say it.”
“I was in line, too, Emperor,” Ravi said, pulling his arm away. “Like maybe ten people behind that kid.”
“Were you wearing the wig?” Savin quipped, smirking. “Because I definitely wouldn’t have picked you, then.”
Ravi snorted, shaking his head. “Would you pick me now?” he asked, snaking an arm around Savin’s waist and pulling him close.
Savin felt his face grow hot, letting Ravi pull him close. “I-I don’t know, Ravi -- if Jazz could see this --”
“Jazz would want you to be happy an’ to stop worryin’ whether it’s even okay. You ain’t think twice about fuckin’ the kid, did you?” Ravi muttered, the arm around Savin’s waist tightening.
“I did ask him to look away,” Savin answered, smiling sheepishly.
“Well, tell ‘im to look away now.” Ravi leaned forward, kissing Savin softly.
Savin didn’t tell Jazz to look away as he let himself lean into the kiss. He gripped the front of Ravi’s shirt tightly, opening his mouth to Ravi’s tongue push past his lips.
No, he sort of hoped Jazz was watching, this time.
Say You'll Let Me, which is the sequel, this way. :)
Wes looked up from the TV when he heard the door to their room open. His eyes widened at the sight of Devin, who immediately noticed the cup of coffee on the counter. “No -- way...” Wes began, throwing his controller down as he got up from the couch. His eyes fell on the assortment of bruises on Devin’s neck. “You -- he picked you?”
Devin gulped down the coffee, wincing at the taste of it. “Yeah -- god, how old is this fucking coffee?”
“A few hours?” Wes answered, walking over to Devin. “Holy shit, dude -- even your hair is messed up!”
“Christ, no wonder this tastes like shit,” he muttered, downing the rest of it. He finally looked at Wes and raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“You just got fucked by the Emperor and all you can do is bitch about the coffee?” Wes asked. He felt slighted, waving his arms around a bit. “I was worried about you!”
“It’s shitty coffee, I’m going to bitch about it.” Devin blinked. “You were worried about me?” He put the coffee cup back to his mouth, hiding a small smirk. “It was your idea.”
“Was he any good?”
“Do you really wanna know?” Devin asked, still smirking. He put the cup of coffee down and pulled Wes close to him. “You look kinda jealous.”
“I -- I’m not jealous. Dude, where’d you get that idea?” Wes stammered, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away from Devin.
“He was very good,” Devin said. He grinned. “I’d actually say he was fucking amazing.”
Wes frowned, turning his head to look at Devin again. The bruises were even more visible now, close up. He uncrossed his arms, grabbing Devin by his shirt and pulling him close. “He didn’t wipe you out, did he?” He pressed his lips to Devin’s neck, just over where one of the bruises were.
“Well, I came twice, but --”
“Only twice, huh?” Wes asked between kisses. Devin moaned, but nodded his head in response. “I can make you come three times.”
“You don’t have the stamina for that,” Devin taunted, grabbing Wes’s chin and kissing him. “But you’re sure as hell welcome to try.”
Wes smirked at him. “If I get you to come three times, you promise to lose at SimFighting for me?”
“I dunno, Wes. You’re really fucking bad at SimFighting.”
Wes smacked him on the arm lightly, grinning at him before pushing Devin against the counter, his hands already tugging at the waist of his jeans.
He was going to fucking win, either way.
***
Savin stepped out of the shower, rubbing his hair dry with his towel. As he walked into his room, he thought he heard a knock on the door to his apartment. Sighing, he wrapped his towel around his waist. If it were anyone from the Council he was going to give them a piece of his mind.
When he opened the door, he nearly doubled-over in laughter. “That -- that is a terrible wig,” he managed, moving away from the door. “The hell are you doing here, Ravi?”
“You actually put out the fucking ad?” Ravi asked, taking the blond wig off as he stepped inside Savin’s apartment. “You know I was just fuckin’ with you, right?”
“Well, it worked,” Savin said, grinning. “Hold on, let me go get my glasses.”
“You gonna put on some pants, too, or what?”
“It’s my apartment, I can walk around naked if I damn well please,” Savin said over his shoulder as he stepped back into his bedroom.
“Why don’t you, then?”
The question caught Savin by surprise, causing him to turn around and raise an eyebrow at Ravi. “Didn’t think you, of all people, would want to see me naked,” he said wryly, shutting the door behind him. He slipped his glasses over his eyes before sliding into a pair of pajama pants, knowing he wasn’t leaving the apartment unless absolutely necessary.
When he opened the door again, Ravi had sat himself in Savin’s chair. Savin felt a flash of annoyance at seeing him there and crossed his arms over his chest. “Your back’s scratched up to all hell. Did you pick a woman?”
“Why the hell are you so interested in this?” Savin asked. “Also, get your ass out of my chair.”
“Make me.” Ravi reclined further into his chair, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. “Y’know, I’m surprised you even fucked anyone else. You keep sayin’ you’re not ready to date anyone, but fuckin’ someone else is entirely okay with you?”
Savin sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I’m the Emperor. I don’t really have the time to go out and date. Not to mention find someone who actually wants to date me.”
“That’s ‘cause you refuse to look right in front of you,” Ravi said, leveling his gaze with Savin’s. He sat up in the chair before sliding out of it. He stood in front of Savin, running his hand over his hair. “Which is really funny, because I saw the kid you took back with you.”
“What about him?” Savin asked, looking up at Ravi. “He was the only one who showed up that wasn’t blond. And he mentioned that my tie was crooked.”
“You don’t think he looked like anyone you know? I sure as hell saw the resemblance real fuckin’ quick -- felt like I was lookin’ in a mirror,” Ravi muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Savin narrowed his eyes a bit at Ravi before looking away from him, rubbing the back of his neck. “He did look like a younger version of you, didn’t he...?”
“Took you just now to realize that?” Ravi asked. He rolled his eyes and moved away from Savin. “How the fuck did Blue Eyes put up with your ass? You’re fuckin’ denser than hell.”
Savin grabbed Ravi by his arm, holding him in place. “What, exactly, are you trying to get at, Ravi? This’ll be easier on both of us if you just come out and say it.”
“I was in line, too, Emperor,” Ravi said, pulling his arm away. “Like maybe ten people behind that kid.”
“Were you wearing the wig?” Savin quipped, smirking. “Because I definitely wouldn’t have picked you, then.”
Ravi snorted, shaking his head. “Would you pick me now?” he asked, snaking an arm around Savin’s waist and pulling him close.
Savin felt his face grow hot, letting Ravi pull him close. “I-I don’t know, Ravi -- if Jazz could see this --”
“Jazz would want you to be happy an’ to stop worryin’ whether it’s even okay. You ain’t think twice about fuckin’ the kid, did you?” Ravi muttered, the arm around Savin’s waist tightening.
“I did ask him to look away,” Savin answered, smiling sheepishly.
“Well, tell ‘im to look away now.” Ravi leaned forward, kissing Savin softly.
Savin didn’t tell Jazz to look away as he let himself lean into the kiss. He gripped the front of Ravi’s shirt tightly, opening his mouth to Ravi’s tongue push past his lips.
No, he sort of hoped Jazz was watching, this time.
Say You'll Let Me, which is the sequel, this way. :)