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Musical Sex Meme

Music is the universal language, and so is sex.

Rules

1. Post to this entry with your character journal. Include the character's name and fandom in the subject line, please! Feel free to include preferences, too, and squicks in the comment body.
2. Reply to other characters, and randomly choose a number from 1-13 for a song.
3. Thread

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Micah Sanders (19) | Heroes | OTA

[rebelsanders]

Number 8 =P

[wrflyingblind]

There's something very familiar about the shock of wild hair attached to the guy standing in front of him in line at the coffeehouse. Maybe it was the late hour or he was experiencing some kind of post exam brain spasm but either way he could swear he'd seen it before.

((OOC: Post graduation HH verse okay?))

Re: Number 8 =P

[rebelsanders]

The line at the coffee shop was crazy long. So, Micah did what he always did when he was bored, took out his mini computer tablet and worked on some projects. His hand rubbed the back of his neck, he had a feeling he was being watched, but he just shook it off.

[wrflyingblind]

The sight of the tech gizmo the guy was playing with only made the sense of deja vu worse. He shook his head and forced himself to look away. It wasn't until the guy turned around after ordering that it finally clicked.

"Micah?"

[rebelsanders]

Micah picked up his coffee, took a sip, turned and nearly ran into his old roommate. In fact he stop so quickly some of his coffee flew from his cup, the cap wasn't on properly, and landed on West's shirt.

"West? Awe, man, I am so sorry." Micah quickly grabbed some napkins and started to dab at the wetness not realizing he's spilling some on himself also. He was still such a klutz.

[wrflyingblind]

He got his suspicions confirmed with a nice dousing of hot coffee and instead of getting pissed off he laughed. "Put the weapon down before you drown us both!"

He took the cup from him and navigated them both off to the side, not realizing he'd just given up his space in line. "You know I was just standing behind you this whole time trying to figure out how I recognized that hair of yours."

[rebelsanders]

Micah laughed when West did, relieved that his friend wasn't mad. He let the man lead him away from the others while he dabbed at his own chest, his shirt forming to the muscles underneath.

"Come on, you spent three years in the same room with this and you didn't recognize it? You been in a accident and hit your head or something?"

[wrflyingblind]

His gaze stuck on the damp section of shirt and what was underneath it before he took in the hair again, flushing. "Hey, it's been a while since I've seen it. We haven't skyped in ages."

He took a casual drink of Micah's coffee, the old habit of snitching his caffeine showing itself. "What are you doing in NY anyway? There a computer genius convention or something?"

[rebelsanders]

He caught West checking him out, the corner of his mouth turning up in a knowing smirk which vanished as the young man took a drink of his coffee. Micah grabbed it back and drank what was left. "Yeah, I owe you a coffee now, but not this one."

Micah shook his head at the questions. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." Giving his friend a brow wiggle. "Seriously, what I've been doing is top secret research for a unknown secret government company. That's why I haven't kept in touch."

He took a look at Wests own damp chest with fondness. "You might want to wash that out before it stains too bad."

[wrflyingblind]

He glared when the coffee was taken away. "That coffee was hot! I could be burned. I think I deserve a little compensation for my pain and suffering and I am not waiting in that line again."

West gave his shirt a disgusted look then raised an eyebrow at Micah as he turned and headed for the men's room. "You really didn't get sick of that whole secret organization crap in high school?"

[rebelsanders]

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry? Look just name it, whatever you want I'll get it for you?"

He follow West to the bathroom. "With what I can do? I was made for this kind of work."

Once inside,Micah grabbed some paper towels and soaked them in water, handing him some and dabbing his own.

[wrflyingblind]

"You've said it twice now but seriously, Micah, chill. I was messing with you."

He took the paper towels scrubbing but it didn't really help there were splatters all over the front. He sighed and pulled the shirt over his head as he spoke, sticking it fully into the sink.

"Just be careful, you know? I hate the idea of you being used in any way and you've got this habit of seeing good even in the worst of people."

[rebelsanders]

Micah to the cue and took off his own shirt and did the same, after staring at his friends toned muscles for a moment.

"That's because most people are good, they just have big problems that make them cranky. You know the whole thorn in the paw thing."

He looked down and saw he had spilled some on his pant too, so he removed the contents of his pockets, unfastened his belt and took off this pants.

[wrflyingblind]

West watched Micah strip, noting how and where his friend had filled out since the last time he'd seen him. He knew that he should say something, be shocked about getting nearly naked in a public place but he wasn't. This felt inevitable, like it was the whole plan the second he'd stepped into the bathroom.

He went over to the door and clicked the lock closed, his heart pounding. He leaned against it and looked over at Micah again, waiting to see his reaction. If he'd just made some colossal mistake.

[rebelsanders]

He watched Wests reaction from the corner of his eye and heard the click of the lock on the door. He turned his head with a little smirk.

"Oh, good idea. Don't want anyone walking in on me nearly naked. This place probably not keen on people doing their wash in the sinks."

Yeah, he was playing dumb as he continued to rub at the stains.

"You always looked out for me. I'm grateful for that."

[wrflyingblind]

He hesitated, stomach twisting and untwisting with nerves until he caught a hint of something in Micah's eye that made him feel better.

"Somebody had to." He stepped up behind him, watching his face in the mirror with a small smile. He ran his hand down Micah's back lightly, touching like he'd wanted to do for years.