Topic: Raw (NSFW - 18+)

Russell Archer

Date: 2010-01-03 11:58 EST
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Most things started with a plan. There was an idea of what the desired outcome was and then there came the consideration of all the things that could go wrong and contingency planning for plan A, plan B and so on. Sometimes though, plans just didn't go according to the preconceived notion of what was going to happen or in line with any of the sub-plans. Dinner. A relatively simple thing. Reservations made at a nice place, clothing clean and ready in the closet and drawers, shoes in their place .. showers.

Russ stepped out of the shower, his bangs slick against his head from a quick jerk of his chin. A towel was grabbed and used to scrub off the water from the shower. A minty scent clung to him, some new soap that had been picked up during a shopping excursion. He wrapped the towel around his waist as he moved from the bathroom into the bedroom. Brown eyes flicked around the bed room, landing for a moment on the lump of covers on the bed. Was London under there or was he off somewhere else in the flat? It was hard to tell sometimes.

With a certain date getting closer and closer, it seemed that London was more in bed than he was not. Body was there, that lump was indeed a London. Feet stuck out from the sheet, arms curled around a pillow but his head was under said pillow. Only when he moved for a moment did he catch the scent of the shower and some new soap. Obviously Russ was up and awake.

Russ' eyes found the tell tale signs that the lump was the living manifestation of London and considering giving one of his toes a good yank to wake him. The movement however, made it so he didn't have to do so. He walked around the edge of the bed, the side that was empty and 'his'. Still was strange sometimes to refer to a side of London's bed as 'his' but Russ liked calling it that inside his own head. Didn't want to say it out loud though.

Soft groan passed from his lips and London shifted his nude body, because of course he slept nude. Head came out from under the pillow and a knowing smile that a naked Russ must be near, he can smell him. Light green eyes took a few moments to finally open. Instead of a groan, this time it was a sigh when he turned his head to catch a glimpse of just what he thought would be standing there. Russell. There was that dimple grin, sleepy however.

"What are you doing?" London's voice rough and harsh but it was just the morning sleep scratching at his throat, nothing that a nice cup of tea would not fix. Head turning to follow Russ' trail around the bed to his side, because it had been Russ' side of the bed. London stopped taking over the whole bed when there was a new warm body up against him at night. That would surprise everyone, that the bed hog was no longer a hog at all.

"Showering. Left you some hot water even." So yes, by now London must have figured out that Russ enjoyed long showers even when he was alone in the shower. Hearing that there was hot water left might be a surprise to London.

Russell Archer

Date: 2010-01-03 12:01 EST
"You showered without me." London would have pouted if he thought it could actually work, but that stopped working when he was ten. London's face was far too mature for a pout. Hand traveled out from under the sheet to crawl its way across the bed and closer to the boy, that was far too far away for his fingers to grasp. "Where are you headed off to, hm?" London hissed a breath and turned more on his side, but his fingers still stretched over and toward the other boy standing there.

Russ' eyes followed the crawling fingers, grin widening slightly. "I'm not heading anywhere just yet. Soon though. Need to get you rolled out of bed, showered and dressed. The reservations are for the two of us, after all." He'd been asking questions for a few weeks now and even had been in contact with London's friends to find out what place London liked to eat. The place he had in mind wasn't the exact place London favored but it was new and quite nice with several menu offerings that London would hopefully enjoy. Russ eased his way onto the bed, his own hand sliding palm against the sheets toward London's hand so their fingers could touch. "You hungry?"

To London's eyes, Russ was looking good enough to have for breakfast, the tongue swiping over London's lips might have even given hint to what London was thinking. "Out? Me?" As if that was the worst idea ever, he even scowled at the thought. Russ trying to get him out? London grumbled a few words that were probably something about no and hell no. Russ hadn't expected the idea of going out to be one that London would jump up and down for and clap happily. The grumble was more in line with what Russ expected.

"I cannot go out, the bed will get lonely without me." The objection that the bed would be lonely without London almost caused Russ a grin. Then came the dimpled grin from London becoming more pronounced. "Wait, it is not morning." Had he slept the day away again? Would not be too surprising.

"It's still morning for another fifteen minutes or so." Russ grinned as he answered the observation with fact. It didn't matter though and he knew it.

"If it is still morning.. why am I awake?" London could not stop the smile from forming, because he was pretty much glad he was awake now. To see a half naked Russ was worth it. Russ' fingers caught up with London's and the tug saw his hand sliding closer toward London. London's fingers grasped at the other hand and gave a slight pull. "But the bed is warm. There is a body in it that could use more warmth. You look like a perfect warming tool."

Russ shifted from sitting upright to leaning on an elbow so his fingers could more easily tangle with London's. "I know the bed is warm. It always is with you in it. Hot man, you." Bolder and bolder with words and action, Russ didn't mind getting into London's personal space lately to get kisses or to take advantage of London's lanky frame to tangle with.

Russ speaking the way he was had London's brows perking up and almost prompted the question about where was the real Russell, but he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. A bold Russ was a fun in bed Russ. London grinned deeply and lifted up on his other arm's elbow to lean in closer to Russ. "I do not eat breakfast." Despite knowing the time. He never woke up hungry, at least not for food.

Russ leaned in unashamedly trying to jockey his position enough to claim London's lips in a slow press that had a flicker of the tip of Russ' tongue dancing across London's lips before Russ leaned back enough to murmur, "I'm not going to take you to breakfast. I have a private room at the Phoenix for something more..," he tried to find a better word since dinner wasn't quite right but ended up with, "dinnerish."

Russell Archer

Date: 2010-01-03 12:03 EST
Russ shifting had London shifting and he was getting in closer until they were in better positions to touch. London was now up and sitting, no need for Russ to lean in too far. He soon had a arm snaking around Russ' waist and pulling him in closer, silly towel got slender fingers pushing at it. "Private room? If you are trying to seduce me, mate, you did that a while back."

London's fingers worrying the towel were expected, the towel hadn't been wrapped too tight either in anticipation of those fingers but somehow it didn't fall open completely. It wasn't because Russ was worried about being nude in front of London, that worry was long gone. Towels often ended up scattered and left lying until pick up or laundry (whichever came first). Why would this morning be any different?

"Mm." Lips on lips and a flicker of tongue had London's mouth going in for a deeper kiss, the kind that his tongue parted Russ' own lips to get in there. This was when London realised.. "Just a moment, do not move." Murmured and then London was throwing the sheet off his body to slink into the bathroom.

Russ liked the reaction he was getting from London with the words and the kiss; he wasn't about to move far. Russ had London's attention at the very least. Maybe getting London out of the house might happen after all. Tongue flickering and lips parting was nice but that sudden realization in London caused a chuckle and Russ even shook his head a little as London was off to the bathroom for a nice brush with minty goodness.

White teeth caught his lower lip, the smile undiminished. Was he trying to seduce London? Maybe more than a little. Doing something different, taking him somewhere different, it wasn't exactly seduction maybe but then, maybe it was because he wanted London to enjoy it that was for sure. And the private room would give them some leeway to enjoy the dinner in their own way.

From the bathroom came the sound of water running and of teeth being brushed, London did have manners, no need to kill Russ with morning breath. With the brush still in his mouth, London was in the doorway and leaning against the frame. "You can just get that towel off, get on your hands and knees and be prepared to be molested." London chuckled and kept moving the toothbrush around his mouth. Followed by a wink and a laugh, London was back in the bathroom and rinsing. "Hands and knees!" Called from the bathroom.

Another chuckle whispered from Russ at the command about losing the towel and hands and knees. Russ' fingers pressed into the sheets, curling a little to bury fingertips in the soft fabric. He gave a little tug, eyes darting toward the bathroom where London had disappeared. "Isn't it your turn to be hands and knees?" Look out, Russ talking back? Maybe he was feeling a little spice today. The towel got tugged out of the way and tossed aside. Russ scooted more onto the bed, getting comfortable on his side while the grin continued to toy with the corners of his mouth.

Russell Archer

Date: 2010-01-03 12:05 EST
Talking back did not usually bode well with London. The clink of a toothbrush being placed back, water being shut off and then a tall man standing in the doorway. Light green eyes landing on the boy in the bed that had yet to do as he said. But London was not too demanding and dominate with Russ, this was his mate, not some bloke he picked up out of a club or street. London chuckled and brows ticked up and settled back down without much effort or worry. "You want me on my hands and knees? Freak."

The grin widened at the appearance of that tall figure leaning against the door frame. He moved an arm like he almost decided to do as he was told but managed to still the urge, eyes locked on London. The 'freak' word caused an outright laugh. He shifted only slightly so he could better watch what London was doing.

London chuckled more and pushed away from the doorway. Bare feet to the bed, hands first on the bed while he leaned over and gave Russ' body an appraising glance. "You stop your seducing ways." Whispered with that very same smile as before, the dimples threatening his cheeks.

Russ put on what he hoped was an innocent look, the one he'd practiced in the bathroom mirror before coming out in his towel, and murmured, "What makes you think I'm trying to seduce you?" He almost had it but the grin at the end surely gave him away.

Spider like crawl of fingers until they touched at Russ' leg and started to climb their way up the thigh. The touch was not rough but fingers pushed at the flesh, there was no denying where his fingers were going but stopped short of that final destination. "Do you really expect to get me out of here today?" London could go on about the reasons why it was best to stay in, but then that would just be all the positions he could get Russ' body into and Russ might not find that too amusing. That grin of Russ' did indeed give Russ away and had London's eyes flashing up from his new home, right there at one of his favorite places on Russ' body.

Although London was not ticklish in the least, Russ was not so fortunate. He wasn't horribly ticklish but the feel of London's fingers crawling up his leg did cause interesting expressions to flicker across Russ' features. Did he really expect London to get out of the flat? That had been the hope. Teeth caught at his lower lip and nibbled briefly before allowing his lip to slide free of the capture. "I'd hoped maybe the Phoenix could lure you out for a while."

Now he was betting that he could convince Russ to stay in. In fact he was banking on it when fingers found their target and fingertips trailed. "We could have so much fun right here, Russell." Oh yes, he even said the full name, that usually meant London wanted something or was about to do something. "So much fun."

Fingers moving, closer, Russ' teeth ground tight and there wouldn't be any more talking. The breath sucked inward through teeth when fingertips found their target. Russ couldn't help but slip more onto his back than side. So much fun here .. wait, Russell? A groan started in his chest.

London's body leaned in closer and there were lips meeting down with flesh and a flicker of tongue. If this did not work, well, he could always plant himself in bed, fold his arms and refuse to move. Last time he did that, Bast literally dragged him out by his ankles, but surely Russ would not be strong enough to do that. Another flickering of tongue to distract Russ.

Russell Archer

Date: 2010-01-03 12:05 EST
London was doing a right fine job of distracting, Russ even realized it for what it was. "London.." It was London not fighting fairly at all! Russ' fingers moved quickly to find London's hair, twisting to try to catch hold of the short length. Thoughts of tossing London over his shoulder and marching off to the Phoenix were just that, thoughts. Russ didn't have any real belief that he could move London if London got stubborn. Russ needed to persuade London and at the moment, Russ wasn't persuading, he was being persuaded. "You're the one seducing, London." Russ' tongue flickered over parted lips, eyes finally closing at the feel of London's tongue against his sensitive flesh.

Tongue flickered again and then slipped around seductively. "Your body is doing a fine job of lure, right into the bed." As of course it was now Russ' fault that they were not going anywhere. London smiled and watched Russ' face as each expression came and went. Did he know what he was doing to Russ? Oh yes, of course he did, that was why he was doing it, but then it was for his own pleasure as well. His name passing from precious lips caught his attention, it was the way his name was spoken that captured his attention all the more. "Yes.." He fully admitted that he was seducing Russ.

Admission of guilt to the accusation of seduction didn't dampen the effects of the moment. One thing the slender Russ could claim was a certain amount of flexibility. He slowly curled his spine to lift his shoulders from the bed, sitting up and curling his torso forward. Fingers of his free hand caught under London's chin and together with a tug on London's hair, the intent was to lift London's head enough to claim his mouth for a kiss. The need to feel his lips on his, to taste London's flavor and experience the heat of London's mouth was too much to ignore. The Phoenix was starting to become a nice idea rather than the goal of the day.

London hardly lied about anything when it came to what he wanted or what he did. No point in hiding it. "I need you." Whispered with a soft grunt as his hair was tugged on and he did lift his head away from wondrous flesh to meet with lips instead. The kiss just happened to be urgent, lust filled and want.

Once their lips touched, fingers under London's chin moved to curl around behind his neck even as fingers in his hair continued holding tight. The kiss between them was fueled with far too many feelings between them. Russ tasted London, not just the minty results of a morning brush but the distinct flavor that was London himself. Russ had grown to really need that flavor and feel of London's mouth joining with his own. The first time they had kissed had been an exciting treat and every kiss until this one had only gotten better. That London had said he needed Russ only added to the moment and Russ had no doubt that the next kiss would exceed this moment. Did the kiss convey the need that Russ felt for London but was afraid to admit even to himself? If he were betrayed it would be by the depth of emotion flowing between them while lips were pressed together and breath mingled.

London's chest heaved with the breath inward and London had to break away from the kiss to take a moment to catch his breath. Tongue glided over his lips and then pale green eyes landed on Russ. It was a flicker of a moment that there was sadness. It was just a blink away that it vanished and London smiled. "You are a good mate, Russell. A very good mate." There were times that London went into expressive mode, where he had the sudden need to let someone know how special they were to him and this time was just that.

Russell Archer

Date: 2010-01-03 12:07 EST
Russ couldn't help the grin when distance was between their lips and London was gathering himself. If he saw the flicker of sadness it did not have time to register before London's smile was there and the words were causing a bit of added color to Russ' cheeks. A good mate. A very good mate. They were that, best friends and then some really.

London's hands grasped at Russ' shoulders and gave a hard push along with the weight of his own body to get Russ back down on the bed. Russ started to give a reply to acknowledge the compliment and affirm his own two cents into the best mate vote but hands were on his shoulders together with well applied pressure and weight. Russ didn't fight it. He went back onto the bed, fingers losing their grip in London's hair but not from around the back of London's neck.

Crash of lips on lips, so rough that he did not bother to care if teeth clashed in. This kiss was even more urgent than the other, almost as if desperate for that contact. Both hands left shoulders to be on each side of Russ' face and hold firmly. The jarring clash of teeth and the coppery taste of blood mingled with the kiss, Russ sucking in breaths as he could but oblivious to any pain. Throbbing would come later. After the kiss London brought his mouth away far enough to cast soft breaths against Russ' face. "I need you. I just need you so badly right now. We can go out later. Right now I need you." London was never known for desperation, but it was in his voice, in his touch and how his body trembled and shivered against Russ.

A gentle kiss then, a mere brush of lips against London's sealed that unspoken promise that they would not have to go out until that 'later' arrived. Russ nuzzled into London. The trembling was not lost on Russ. He didn't feel that from London often and the shivering that rippled through London added a strange flavor to the moment. Russ' lips traveled as he nuzzled into London until words could be whispered into London's ear. "I'm here; we're here." As he held London, All Russ heard was his own heartbeat and those words from London echoing inside his head. Need? He shifted so he could capture London's gaze then Russ remained focused on London's pale green eyes. The room faded from reality. London needed him and needed him here in the flat. How could he force London out with that look in his eyes, with that tone on his words? "The Phoenix isn't going anywhere."

Laughter came from London's parted lips, not boisterous but low and whispered. "Yes, it is not going anywhere." Russ was glad to hear the whispered laugh from London. It was almost immediate that London regretted the harsh kiss he had dealt to Russ. Hand sliding over for fingers to touch at Russ' bleeding bottom lip. "Sorry, mate." Murmured as he leaned in closer to press his lips against Russ' more delicately this time.

The touch of fingers at his bottom lip had Russ swiping his tongue to tease fingertips. "Don't apologize." Russ' somewhat lopsided smile grew and only faded at the press of lips for the gentle kiss, eyes closing to savor it. Every touch of London's lips was savored and this delicate brush was no different. Russ curled his legs around London and wrapped his arms tight around London's body.

London leaned back and sent a smile at the boy laying under him. "You want to get me out and living again, hm?" The bedroom pretty much had become London's tomb. Light green eyes glanced around the room then landed back on Russ' face. "A good mate. Been here for me through everything. You know I would do the same for you, of course. Best mates." Dimples threatened cheeks once again but did not quite make it this time.

Russell Archer

Date: 2010-01-03 12:09 EST
Russ' eyes reopened to London's words, dark brown gaze caught by London's green eyes. Getting out and living was a good idea; and maybe dodging the demons that were haunting London but Russ didn't vocalize that part. He smiled instead and admitted in a soft voice, "Mmm, maybe a little." Best mates. That they were. Best friends through thick and thin. He had no doubt that London would help him if he were in a tight spot or in a funk of some kind.

When fingers caressed at Russ' cheeks, they were gentle and rested there for a few moments while London did nothing but simply stare at Russ' face. "What are you doing with a guy like me, hm?"

What was Russ doing with London? The answer stayed buried, words whispered in jest instead, "I have no idea."

"Perhaps you are as mad as I am?" London chuckled and teased at Russ bottom lip with his teeth when he was close enough for it. Russ found a chuckle for the idea that he was as mad as London, enjoying the feel of London's nip until it was gone again.

London breathed out a slow breath and wrapped an arm around Russ' shoulders, since London was rolling to lay on the other side of Russ, now Russ was moving with him and being pressed to London. "So tell me what it is you have planned?"

Russ' eyes twinkled as he was rolling to the side within the circle of London's arm. Russ' own arms twined around London, legs tangling with the taller of the two. "What I have planned is a great meal hand delivered to us in a private room. Music all around and even dessert although I know you're not big into sweets."

While Russ explained the planned evening, London was busy pressing his lips against Russ' jaw and sliding up to catch his ear with white teeth for a gentle bite. Russ found it difficult to explain what he'd had planned with London doing those things with his mouth but somehow Russ managed.

"A room.. with a bed?" That might perk his interest, though really if it had anything he could get Russ up against, it worked to his advantage anyway.

"No bed, just a low table and some cushions to sit on or so I'm told." These words came dropped right next to London's ear, another nuzzle and then teeth caught hold of London's earlobe. Russ sincerely hoped the dinner would provide a diversion for London, a momentary reprieve from the memories that haunted him in this season. After a moment to catch his breath, Russ continued, "Some fine wine, or plenty of that rot-gut of yours if you prefer that of course." Russ' fingers moved lightly over London's back, rubbing in a gentle wash of fingertips that danced over his skin up and down his spine. "I wasn't sure if you'd ever been to the Phoenix before. It's new."

"No, cannot say that I have even heard of the place." Whispered against Russ' ear and then London laid back again. Russ' fingers continued to roam as London admitted to not having heard of the Phoenix.

"Might be a good adventure. It might suck too." Russ flashed a grin and leaned forward until his forehead could rest against London's.

Russell Archer

Date: 2010-01-03 12:10 EST
Both of London's hands went around Russ' waist and slipped down until he had a grip on each side of his thighs. Russ' legs were pulled apart until London had him straddling London's body. Russ shifted his body weight under the guidance of London's hands until he was straddling London, Russ' chest against London's and Russ' own hands moving still along London's sides. Russ tightened his thighs just a bit, a hint of a smile toying with his mouth.

"Adventure? Like.. riding that stallion of yours?" London further teased and smiled up at Russ. "Since you planned all of that, I think it would be rather rude of me to decline. All right. I will do it." Just do not blame him if someone gets in his way and he hauls off on them. Been far too long that London had not been out to the Rev or in a decent fight and his body was aching for it.

Russ' chin dipped slightly, a brow arching as he continued, "I don't want you agreeing because you feel obligated, London. We can do it another time." Russ still had the image of London from moments ago, admitting to needing him, shivering in Russ' arms. He didn't want to rush London off if London was truly not of a mind to go. There was urging someone out because you care and then there was being a pest about it. Russ had no intentions of being a pest.

"Mmm. How long are we to stay there?" Fingertips slid around Russ' backside and then along the thigh, nails hinting then fading. Lips found a shoulder to start pressing against then teeth sunk in to gather some flesh between and apply pressure. Fingers kept on with the distraction of rubbing and pinching lightly at Russ' back and thighs. London began wondering if he could not just keep Russ right where he was, straddling him, warm body against him. It felt good to have a warm body in the bed. Tongue worked over the area that teeth had made small indentations in the flesh.

"Reservations are for as long as we need the room to enjoy our meal." London was doing a fine job of distracting him, of making it hard to think about getting dressed with London's busy fingers and his mouth oh god, the pressure of teeth caused a shiver in Russ. The exhale that followed carried the tones of a faint groan, the effects of London's tongue against his skin. "It's up to you, London to go or stay." Russ' lips found London's jaw and began nibbling back toward London's ear. Fingers tightened in a grip at London's waist, Russ' own hips shifting slightly to bring pressure against London's body.

London sighed when lips pressed against jaw and the nibbling had London shifting his body to get his hips up and pressing against the body in response. Russ was then convincing London to not go anywhere but stay right under him. "Well, you are not doing a very good job of getting me out now, mate. Hate to tell you."

Russ lifted his head with a chuckle at London's saying he was doing a lousy job of convincing London to go out. "Mmm, well I guess I'll have to work on that."

Russell Archer

Date: 2010-01-03 12:10 EST
London laughed and pressed his hands around Russ' waist until he got handfuls of flesh and squeezed. He still was not hungry, not for food. Not when there was an attractive boy straddling him and nibbling on his jaw and near his ear. No, London was of mind now to stay in and continue the exploring of bodies. He was still learning Russ' body, each curve and how Russ seemed perfectly sized in tangling with London's own body. Russ shifted his position to reclaim a hand, fingertips needed to be brushed along London's cheek.

It was in moments of thinking or settling there that had London's chest almost heaving with a breath. The date was so close. Christmas was a day that London held himself up in a room alone and refused to answer the telephone. Where his friends worried the most and just happened to know not to call or come over, but worried in their own ways. London appreciated those he held close. Light green eyes closed and London wrapped both arms around Russ' body and pressed inward. Times where he had wished he could hide within his mate, to not worry about the outside world or the hurting. Physical pain was nothing to London, it was the emotional pain that wrecked him.

Russ didn't like to poke into London's inner turmoil too much but things came out sometimes. He knew London was wrestling with ghosts of the past though through conversations they'd had curled up together in recent weeks. His mother often said that the past is what formed a person into who they were, take away the past and the person is less than who they were meant to be. Sure, it was probably true but when the past reached a hand through time to claw into the heart and soul of a friend, Russ wanted to be able to say 'enough' and swat that hand away to give a little peace back.

Another shuddered breath and London turned his head to get his lips against Russ' mouth. "Go out tomorrow, perhaps." Today was not the day he could do it. Try again tomorrow. Times like these that he was thankful that his mates were patient, and he was thankful for Russ. Russ being here for him and Russ being patient with him.

Russ' hand slid away from London's face to curl its way around behind London's again so Russ could tighten his arms in an embrace. When London's head turned toward his own, Russ was ready to claim his lips. He murmured his response, a gentle, "Tomorrow then." A phone call would fix the reservations and then they could enjoy some outside the flat time.

One hand raised up and slid fingers into Russ' hair, brushing away the bangs that often concealed a rather angelic face, London had thought. "Well, 'ello there." London smiled and gazed at Russ' face.

Russ tipped his head a little as London brushed his bangs back. The hello almost held a first time greeting tone and this idea caused a lopsided grin to appear. "Mmm, hello there back." Russ' eyes lingered over London's features .. strong jaw, full lips, beautiful eyes, dark brows, cheeks that hid dimples. For a moment he felt nothing but peace being held like he was by London. It was a warmth inside that went beyond the ability to be articulated. Russ lowered his face until he could press lips to London's collar bone, lips nibbling briefly before his tongue swiped against London's skin. Then he turned to rest his cheek there, eyes closing for a moment. Fingers slid down London's side, stroking slowly over skin until his hand lay palm against London's thigh. Fingers tightened as Russ exhaled a sigh, sound of contentment tainted by an underlying desire.