for Matt

[tohearthesound]

Two flights up and turn left; halfway down the hall is room 122. Rache unlocks the door and holds it open

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[tantric_slacker]

Matt enters prepared to be charmed, and is.

(He's a longtime bookworm, albeit not in the traditional sense. He can dig it.)

"Ah," he says, of the Shakespeare.

"Did you ever get to the end of Julius Caesar?"

[tohearthesound]

"As a matter of fact, yes.

Although I'd have thought they would call the play something else, since he dies halfway through."

[tantric_slacker]

Matt smiles, turning back to him.

And crossing to him. And insinuating himself in such a way as to be able to kiss his jaw without disrupting the Guinness.

(He has a spell going, but if it wears out while they're together he won't exactly cry about it.)

Conversational, "But it is about him, even after he dies."

[tohearthesound]

"You could as easily make that argument about Brutus," he counters.

Rache takes quick sip of beer before stealing another kiss, tongue flicking against the seam of Matt's lips.

[tantric_slacker]

Matt returns the kiss, mouth opening slightly-- but he leans back out of it to allow Rache another drink.

And to add, "I don't know ... Brutus wasn't the one bestriding the narrow world like a colossus, as far as I recall."

[tohearthesound]

"And therefore no one was tempted to hack at his ankles."

The process repeats--another drink, another kiss--although the kiss lasts a bit longer this time.

[tantric_slacker]

Matt makes a small, pleasant noise into his mouth.

(He also tries to swipe his drink for a sip when they break apart.)

[tohearthesound]

(Rache surrenders the glass with grace and aplomb.)

Grace and aplomb, apparently, do not prevent him from pressing a kiss to Matt's throat, when his mouth is otherwise occupied.

[tantric_slacker]

Were it not for the fact that Matt is so very used to drinking, and additionally so very used to being compromised, the confluence of the two might have caused him to sputter and choke on Rache's beer.

As things stand, he's all right but highly distracted.

He slides his free arm around Rache's waist and pulls himself close, keeping his Guinness-occupied arm clear.

[tohearthesound]

Rache hums approval at Matt's multitasking skills.

He leans into Matt, mouthing lightly just above his collarbone.

[tantric_slacker]

Matt's slumming it in a t-shirt today, and he can feel the collar shifting and knows it doesn't have much give.

He knows it'll have to come off, but he's all right taking his time. This Guinness is really good.

Also really good: Rache's mouth.

"Mmm ... did you want to finish this?"

[tohearthesound]

"Oh no, consider it yours."

Rache would hate to ruin Matt's shirt. Really. So he doesn't do too much tugging at the collar.

Instead, he might be nuzzling at the curve where Matt's neck and shoulder meet.

[tantric_slacker]

Matt says, "Ah--"

His head tilts, and his whole body goes momentarily slack and relaxed.

Mumbled, "Not fair."

[tohearthesound]

Rache steadies Matt with a hand on his hip.

"Really?"

He lifts his head slightly, breath warm against Matt's ear. "And what would be fair?"

[tantric_slacker]

He smiles, edging on a grin.

And tries to gulp down the last of the beer before Rache can do anything else nefarious.

[tohearthesound]

Rache is holding off on anything nefarious until any potentially breakable glass is safely out of the way.

But after that, all bets are off.