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 Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 9:14 pm
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Playing Doctor
Wyatt snickered at the attempt at some hip movements, and he placed a hand on Zeke's hip to get whatever that movement was to stop.
"Easy now, partner," he said, trying to hold back more laughter. He felt as if he was trying to tame some wild stallion at the rodeo.
"Maybe ya should just relax and let me take care of ya this time, alright?" He then slid his hand inching towards Zeke's inner thigh. He then started to undo his own shirt, a mild striptease for his ailing friend until he was left in nothing but the white medical coat - and his cowboy hat, of course.
Once the striptease was complete, he gave a light kiss to his friend's neck before moving down to explore the rest of him, making some caution to be extra tender or avoid the burns...
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The medical coat was now on the floor as Wyatt pulled back on his briefs and pants.
"There anything else I can get for you?" he asked. "Cigs, booze, porn. You name it. Or I can just keep swinging by."
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2015 9:30 pm
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S'mores
"Horace is a good man." He smiled, thinking about it more and becoming more positive that his hazy memories on the situation were correct, and that it had been Horace and one other that had helped him, and then possibly helped him again later. Everything he could remember was so choppy though, like it had been a dream. A horrible dream, but with a very pretty woman who had also come to his rescue more than once, which almost made it worthwhile.
Well, no, actually it didn't, but it did make parts of it more bearable.
It seemed that Zeke's thoughts had gone a bit distant for the moment, and Tommy wondered how strong his drugs might be. He almost wanted to get up and check (he'd worked in the infirmary at least enough by now to know how to read charts), when Zeke spoke again.
"Ah, who his to say, really?" He grinned. "It could be me, it could be some other purple haired, dreamy man with an adorable accent that makes the ladies swoon."
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2015 6:29 pm
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Playing doctor
Zeke just laughed as Wyatt leaned into his hip to press him back against the bed. It faded quick, though, as that hand crept inward. The intermediate Mist blinked, following that tanned arm up to the man it belonged to in time to see his other hand going for the buttons on his shirt.
Well then.
There were jokes to said, comments to be made, but for the life of him Zeke couldn't think of any. He was distracted by the show of skin, and then further distracted as Wyatt leaned in to lay a kiss against the whole side of his neck.
That had him settling back against the pillow again, unfocused features following the other man as his right hand came up to lift the hat from his head so he could slid fingers through the shirt spikes of his hair.
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"Cigs would be nice." Zeke's voice was a heavy sort of purr, and he seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open. He'd already been feeling pretty good with the painkillers, but now he felt like he was floating, arms and legs tingling. It was responsible for the almost goofy smile on his face.
With a groan he shifted, and the smile got a little wider. "N' you could stop in more." He certainly wasn't going to tell him not to.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 1:51 pm
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S'mores
Since Zeke didn't spend much time with Horace, he would have to take Tommy, and Harley's, word for him being a good man. He'd seemed like a impulsive kid the one time the Mist had had duty with him, but that had been just one meeting. The Death trainee had helped him though, so he supposed he owed him a thank you at the very least. The next time he ran into him.
Zeke's drugs were really good, actually, though they hadn't kicked in completely just yet. In about ten minutes that would probably change.
As Tommy answered him auburn brows drew inward before arching up, an amused little smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I would imagine that's a rare breed in general, let alone on this island." He chuckled, plucking absently at one of the bandages on his chest. "You're going to get an earful when they find you." If they found him. It wasn't as if Zeke cared though, he wasn't at duty.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 2:04 pm
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Trust the medic
Between the pain killers, and Cain's gentle manipulation of the bandages he was removing, the process was fairly painless. There were only a few winces, only a slight grimace, and a faint sigh of relief when the cooler air hit his damaged skin. It was distracting enough that Zeke didn't notice the sort of attention Cain was paying him, which was probably a good thing.
Mostly focused eyes trailed after him as he headed for the cart to toss the bandages and retrieve the ointment. As he returned, explaining what he needed to do next, Zeke chuckled. It wasn't the task, it was the tone that came with it. Stuffy and professional, lacking anything close to the sort of snark he had come to expect from the young man.
With the second question came a very careful wave of his left hand. The bandages there went from his shoulder on down to hand, even partially around a few fingers. "Why would I lie?" It wasn't as if Zeke was burned on his lower body. Even if he was, it wasn't as if he had any shame preventing him from simply stripping down so they could be treated.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 8:41 pm
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S'mores
"Rare indeed!" He grinned and winked, before getting up out of his chair and stretching with a slight grimace, one hand lowering to his abdomen area to press fingers against it briefly.
"Well, if that is the worst that they can do, than I am not too worried." He smiled again then, but his face had gone a shade more pale that it had been moments before.
He suddenly wasn't feeling very well.
"Ah well, I will let you get back to your high, and your healing." He dipped his head, and forced one last grin. "Good bye!"
With that, he shuffled back out of the room, ready to turn himself in to the nurses for a bit of (hopefully but unlikely) tender loving care.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 3:04 pm
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Trust the medic
Another amused snort followed by a lazy half shrug and a grin. "Touche." People were crazy, and they did crazy things. Not so much Zeke, or the people Zeke surrounded himself with, but in general.
He blinked as Cain brought a knee up on the edge of his bed to lean over him, gaze lingering there until the cool touch of ointment drew a grunt from the man. He winced, but it turned into a relieved sigh at the end. The chill, initially too much, felt damn good against damaged skin. For a long moment Zeke shut his eyes and enjoyed it. Even the soft slid of Cain's hand felt good. One part pain, two parts something else altogether that brought a wash of goosebumps over his right arm.
When he opened his eyes the smaller man was hovering over him, attention very steadily focused on his chest, but the bright wash of color across his cheeks was very obvious. With a curious hum, the Mist brought his right hand up, touching the point of Cain's chin.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 7:38 pm
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Trust the medic
That lazy, doped up smile only grew as Cain startled at the touch and started to draw back slowly from it. Zeke chuckled again, watching as the blush darkened, his hand sort of hovering in the air between them.
There was every chance he might have just let him go, though whatever his intention might have been, the brush of soft fingers across a n****e drove it out of his mind. He drew a breath, mind sliding back to the previous day and Wyatt's visit.
That hanging hand reached out to wrap warm fingers along the back of Cain's neck, and even drugged up, he was stronger than the trainee. It would take very little effort to draw him in again, even less if he came willingly, but either way he'd find himself mere inches away. There was a look of consideration on the Mist's face, the play of a smile on his lips, before he spoke. "It doesn't hurt." With that he'd lean in, head tipping, to catch the smaller man's lips.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 9:00 am
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Trust the medic
Zeke, in his drug fueled haze, had not known what exactly he'd been expecting. Cain moved with very little resistance, stunned perhaps, but when Zeke caught his mouth the trainee didn't immediately jerk back. His mouth was passive, lips soft and receptive, at least at first.
Then there was a small pinch of pain as sharp little teeth gave a growl and a n**, and the Mist almost missed that desperate little curse as he laughed. Fingers, of course, curled a little tighter against the Cain's nape, keeping him from retreating too far, and his thumb smoothed in a slow line along the side of his neck. Thinner than Ever's, though Cain was considerably smaller. There was something aggressively appealing about that.
Green eyes met lavender from inches away, and he arched brows at him, lips stretched in a lazy, self satisfied smirk. "You're too uptight," he murmured, grinning. "Has anyone told you that? I bet they have. You should learn to let go and enjoy things." And Cain hand enjoyed it. There was no way the trainee could deny that now.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 4:24 pm
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Trust the medic
He laughed. Laughed like it was funny, like what he had done was funny! Cain saw red and a thumb found its way to press against a burn sharply, briefly just to cut the laughter. The hold on his neck hadn't loosened but in fact gotten tighter, keeping him from moving away from Zeke like he wanted. The tanner man tried once more to get away only to fail again, like an angry kitten he bristled but the thumb over neck started to sooth him despite himself.
Giving up since unless he honestly planned on hurting Zeke, which he didn't, it would do no good. When confused, angry, frantic eyes finally looked back up they caught on the green set. That smug look across Zeke's face nearly had Cain scraping nails down the burn his hand was closes too. But the words curbed the violence in mind, sending a wash of heat and red across the younger mans cheeks. Idiot.
"When things are enjoyable maybe I will." He could and very well would deny the fact that he had liked the kiss. Even while eyes traveled down to lips then caught and flickered back up for a threat, "release me or I'll make you cry you big jackass."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 4:43 pm
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Trust the medic
One some touch in a sea of constant, drug dulled ache didn't really register much. He was aware of Cain's thumb pressing into damaged skin, but wasn't nearly as concerned with it as he likely should have been. He was more interested in the almost frantic look in pale eyes, and the wash of color that seemed almost permanent at this point.
He still had a bite to him though. Razor tongued and quick to anger. If he even was angry, Zeke wasn't sure at this point. It could have just as easily been a defensive mechanism. A mask to hide behind, even from his own thoughts and desires. It reminded him of Zac, how angry he'd been when the Mist had teased and taunted. Of course Cain didn't know now, what Zac hadn't known then.
It wasn't teasing if there was intent behind it.
Zeke's grin lingered, even widened at Cain's venomous retorts, but that grip didn't so much as waver. "If being set on fire didn't make me cry, I doubt you'll do much better." Bold worlds, considering he only had one hand mobile. The other, hurt as it was, was next to useless. He'd sounded amused though, rather than pissed. With a thoughtful hum the bud of his thumb slipped under the edge of Cain's jaw, pushing at it see just how resistant the young man was. If his head tipped up, moving with the hard grip on the back of his neck, he'd feel the warm brush of lips along the tanned line of his throat.
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