[ Blake smirks. If only Travis had known him back home, where he consistently worked double-shirts because he had nothing better to do. Or even when he was in Wonderland and up at 5 AM to train. Comparatively speaking, John's schedule on Tranquility is nearest to lazy as he's been since he was a teen. ]
Make it 7:30 an' we can take a nap.
[ That seems like a decent enough compromise, right? ]
[Goddamn, man. Travis would really think he was a workaholic. He grins, moving over to him.] Okay, 7:30, then.
[He stops just short of being close to him, chewing on his bottom lip for a second before asking] Is it weird to kiss your fuckbuddy when you're not fucking? Because I think you deserve a kiss for bringing me food.
It's weird if you make it weird, I guess. [ Blake shrugs. He's not really the kind of guy that thanks a person with a kiss, but he doesn't particularly see any harm in it, either. ] We did just schedule sex, so...
[ He leans in and closes almost all of the rest of the distance, just shy of lip-brushing and clearly amused. ]
[Oh no how is he so charming. He rolls his eyes, trying not to look amused.] Right, because I was planning on doing that. [He closes the distance, kissing him somewhere between softly and 'I can't wait for tomorrow' pressure.
He pulls away, leaning back out of his space.] Go work your hot ass off. I'll see you tomorrow.
[ He laughs, shaking his head at Travis. If this guy's not tied down by now, Blake reckons he must be allergic to commitment, because he's obviously relationship material. If Blake were interested in that sort of thing, he'd probably be swept right off his feet or something. ]
Tomorrow. Sounds great. Enjoy dinner, yeah?
[ And then he offers a wave and heads back out. But is that a bounce in his step? Nah, couldn't be... ]
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Make it 7:30 an' we can take a nap.
[ That seems like a decent enough compromise, right? ]
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[He stops just short of being close to him, chewing on his bottom lip for a second before asking] Is it weird to kiss your fuckbuddy when you're not fucking? Because I think you deserve a kiss for bringing me food.
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[ He leans in and closes almost all of the rest of the distance, just shy of lip-brushing and clearly amused. ]
Don't make it weird. I gotta go.
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He pulls away, leaning back out of his space.] Go work your hot ass off. I'll see you tomorrow.
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Tomorrow. Sounds great. Enjoy dinner, yeah?
[ And then he offers a wave and heads back out. But is that a bounce in his step? Nah, couldn't be... ]
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Thanks, man.
[He smiles at the wave and watches him walk away for a few seconds, grinning to himself. He'll just go heat up that food now...]