RP with seeuincourt | Crashing the dirty weekend... or something like that

[richandlovingit]

[Follows THIS]Ethan was willing to concede that he was having a bad day. He had them occasionally, he just didn't ever like to admit the defeat. Today, the ego was going down a couple of notches. He was stressed out of his fucking knob, he didn't feel good, and the migraine seemed to make the height of his company building even more dizzying. He

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[richandlovingit]

Ethan wasn't sure if two more emotional subjects could have been visited in one go. There was this struggle to cope with everything that had happened to Tom, even if for Ethan it was a delayed reaction, and now Tom was telling him he was engaged? Was that what he was saying? "You're engaged? You... he... married?" It was a complete shock, to say the least. Ethan never, ever thought he would hear those words come out of Tom's mouth, not in this life time. He pulled the piss out of Tom about it all the time, but this was surreal. "W-When... how?"

His head was starting to feel like someone had his squeezed in a vice again. He sat up, holding the pillow in against his gut. "Soph's been trying to tell me to deal with it somehow, but I dunno... couldn't. Didn't know how. Didn't want to? Then it was just all there and I'm yelling at people and biting their heads off. Nearly called my driver a murderer by default. I was just sitting there, trying to listen to my directors, when it hit me just... how close it was that you were nearly dead. It

[richandlovingit]

Ethan gave Tom a smirk. "Yeah, he told me, mate. Didn't even have to ask. He was just talking about it at the hospital one day. He wasn't sure he was going to be good enough to help you after the accident, but he wanted to try. You don't always need to be sick to do it. Sometimes days just suck. Trust me, I know days sometimes just suck giant dog balls. I don't feel like sex. Does that make me a shite husband? I've never not felt like sex since I've been married. Cheers, mate. I appreciate it."

"No making my cock look bad, though. That's against the rules. She still has to want to come back to mine and think it's the best," he insisted. He smacked Tom lightly in the arm. "Shut up, I'm pathetic. I'm allowed to look stupid. Did you get discharge papers and shit? Maybe it says in that?"

[seeuincourt]

Tom ducked his head, getting a goofy smile as he thought about Stuart just volunteering information about him. He couldn't help it, he kinda loved the idea of being talking about as someone's lover. Just like he loved talking about Stuart. "Of course he's bloody good enough! He's been nothing but awesome. I'm the one that's been an idiot. Bitching him out when it just becomes too much. No, just means you don't feel like sex. You at least feel like a cuddle? Soph can work some of her magic on you. You haven't been sick since you got married, either. You're welcome."

"I didn't know there was anything that could make your cock look bad, but we'll try and not be so awesome." Tom nudged him with his foot in retaliation, and smirked. "Just don't make a habit of it, I don't hang around with stupid people. Yeah, Stuart knows where they are. I'll figure it out, and we'll start planning it when you're not dying."

[richandlovingit]

Ethan saw the goofy grin. "Mm, I can almost feel that ten grand in my fingers," he joked with a small grunt as he rolled over on the bed and curled up in a ball around the pillow, closing his eyes for a few moments. "Yeah, well this was before, mate. Give him a break. It's not like there is a rulebook entitled 'How To Take Care Of My Comatose Lover'. But the bitching out, I can get. I think it was rubbing off on me this morning. It's hard to t hink straight when you're in pain. Yeah, of course I feel like a cuddle. All I wanted to do when I started hurling was call her. Neither has she. Shit, what if I've gone some freaky disease and I give it to her?"

"Speedoes make it look a bit questionable. I'm not waxing down there for shit, so you stick me in speedoes, then you get the hairy accessories. You're supposed to love me no matter what. That's Mate Law. When I'm getting arrested for having my hairy speedo-clad balls out on the cruise, you'll have to bail me out."

[seeuincourt]

Tom managed to stop grinning, and shook his head even if Ethan couldn't see it now. "No way, mate. It's mine. I'm still allowed to be smitten, and not propose. I am, trust me, I am. I'd be lost without him. You won't know until you talk to her, and find out if my bitching out has spread through all of us. Sorry about that. Still, just because you don't want her to get sick doesn't mean you still can't cuddle her. I'll just slip her some vitamin C and echinacea and we'll be golden."

Tom tried to hold back the snigger, but it escaped as he rolled his eyes at the image of his friend in hairy speedoes. "I think we'll be sticking you in board shorts. Also why I prefer to go naked. No hairy accessories because there's no speedoes. Yeah, yeah, I'll bail you out. Then pay you out about it for weeks to come."