Stuck on his chosen pet name for the morning -- honey, really? -- Jemaine grunted and shoved at Bret's chest. "No pet names," he mumbled, cracking an eye open and fixing Bret with a hard stare.
He should have known that Bret wouldn't make good on their agreement.
Then, slowly, his mind unstuck and the last fragments of Bret's sentence ticked over.
"Bret," Jemaine croaked, leaning back and raising his eyebrows. "We're like, two feet away from the rest of the group. Don't you think that's a little exhibitionist? And quite possibly rude." He paused, considering the reactions to their having sex two feet from everyone's tent. "Eugh, definitely rude." Happily ignoring the fact that yes, it had been a while from the last time they'd been intimate, Jemaine settled back down against the ground and slipped an arm unconsciously under Bret's.
Bret pouted. He didn't get why pet names were off the table. After all, he'd probably let a girl call him pet names. Although he'd let girls do a lot of things he probably didn't want. Jemaine had an easier time standing up against Bret.
Which, he supposed, was a good thing in the end.
"Aww," Bret whined, "I was just kidding." Mostly. "And it's not like you make a lot of noise anyway. They'd never know the difference."
Pause.
"Although I think Cho thinks it's all we do in here anyway." Which was highly embarrassing and a little disturbing, now that he thought about it. Did that mean Cho imagined-- wow, he really hoped not. It probably wasn't as hot to watch as it was to be involved in.
"I make plenty of --," Jemaine frowned and withdrew his arm. "What? Eugh, did you tell her we're not?" Figured that the only time they weren't actively being intimate they were being accused of it. Jemaine rolled onto his back and stared at the stretched fabric forming their shelter, arms crossed over his chest, and -- despite not being a wizard -- began wishing against forty day floods and divine intervention. If anything, it passed the time.
How long had they even been stuck here?
"Forget it," he grumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. "When are we leaving, already? It's been days. Maybe weeks."
"I didn't really say anything either way." Bret wasn't sure what he'd done to upset Jemaine (insulted his sexual prowess? Something like that?) but he'd learned that apologizing too much was something Jemaine found irritating, so he just kept his mouth shut instead.
Bret sighed, burying his face in Jemaine's chest. Maybe if they were having sex, Jemaine wouldn't be complaining. Actually, there wasn't much of a 'maybe' to that. They were good at sex. Really good. With each other, anyway.
"I don't know. It'd be gross to go now. All mucky and stuff." Bret squeezed his arms around Jemaine, humming. "It does seem like it's been forever, though. I miss everyone back in Jhelbor. But at least I have you." There wasn't much of an 'at least' to that.
Jemaine grunted in acknowledgment, his gaze following a silhouette of rain trickling down the outside of the tent. Then, out of habit, he reached for his glasses. After arranging the frames comfortably over his ears and tugging down his shirt, he glanced idly at Bret and sighed, scratching at the side of his nose.
"Hey, Bret?" He mumbled, tilting his head down and realising that he didn't even have anything to follow. Or rather, he had something to follow and was now chickening out, which sucked because Bret was the coward, not him.
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He should have known that Bret wouldn't make good on their agreement.
Then, slowly, his mind unstuck and the last fragments of Bret's sentence ticked over.
"Bret," Jemaine croaked, leaning back and raising his eyebrows. "We're like, two feet away from the rest of the group. Don't you think that's a little exhibitionist? And quite possibly rude." He paused, considering the reactions to their having sex two feet from everyone's tent. "Eugh, definitely rude." Happily ignoring the fact that yes, it had been a while from the last time they'd been intimate, Jemaine settled back down against the ground and slipped an arm unconsciously under Bret's.
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Which, he supposed, was a good thing in the end.
"Aww," Bret whined, "I was just kidding." Mostly. "And it's not like you make a lot of noise anyway. They'd never know the difference."
Pause.
"Although I think Cho thinks it's all we do in here anyway." Which was highly embarrassing and a little disturbing, now that he thought about it. Did that mean Cho imagined-- wow, he really hoped not. It probably wasn't as hot to watch as it was to be involved in.
And that image had him zoning out a bit.
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How long had they even been stuck here?
"Forget it," he grumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. "When are we leaving, already? It's been days. Maybe weeks."
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Bret sighed, burying his face in Jemaine's chest. Maybe if they were having sex, Jemaine wouldn't be complaining. Actually, there wasn't much of a 'maybe' to that. They were good at sex. Really good. With each other, anyway.
"I don't know. It'd be gross to go now. All mucky and stuff." Bret squeezed his arms around Jemaine, humming. "It does seem like it's been forever, though. I miss everyone back in Jhelbor. But at least I have you." There wasn't much of an 'at least' to that.
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"Hey, Bret?" He mumbled, tilting his head down and realising that he didn't even have anything to follow. Or rather, he had something to follow and was now chickening out, which sucked because Bret was the coward, not him.
Damnit.
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