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 Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 4:13 pm
Al had been very excited about talking with the boss now that things were official... and out in the open. Sorta. But Rep's been very busy lately and Al respected that, though he wasn't entirely sure what was going on with Rep lately, either.
He wasn't acting much different on twitter; putting down Valentine's and then throwing a party in the bar to celebrate it. (He personally wanted to go, really, because the message he got from that was your Valentines was s**t unless you started it at the Redbull. But Pey was there. Pey was there and she knew. Thanks boss.)
He was still acting a lot more reclusive despite this though. Like something important was going on, something he was trying to hide almost.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 7:47 am
Rep was - true to the recluisiveness Al suspected - at home that day. The door was unlocked and he told him so if he knocked. He was tired looking and relatively worn, though it was nothing on how he had appeared in the depths of his sparring sessions.
"Oh its the lothario." he said with a smirk. "How goes your victory?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 11:31 am
Al pushed the door open as instructed and sauntered in, looking mighty pleased with himself, but hauling back so as not to appear cocky. He was all too aware that while he felt he was skilled, Rep was always the grand master in everything.
"'Ey man", he lowered his head and smiled sheepishly. "I would no call it a victory so much as taking back what was mine... but it goes really well." There was already a bit of pink creeping across his features. "I just... how do you... um..." He wasn't entirely sure Rep was the best person to ask about these things. "How do you get over fears of hurting them?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 2:51 pm
"Well it's a military victory when you take back lost land. So its still technically a ******** victory." Rep countered, shrugging his shoulders. As usual when not out on the fields he was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch in his room, hunched over the laptop with his glasses perched on his nose.
Al was motioned to sit and Rep gave him a long slow look. "...do you mean emotionally or...?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 3:59 pm
Al smiled to himself as he obediently took a seat. Rep was right, as always, he really couldn't argue with that logic. Not that he wanted to. "Victory is sweet," he admitted.
When Rep gave him that long gauging stare though, Al started to shift a little nervously. Had he broken some unwritten rule already? Shiiit, s**t, s**t sh- oh. He looked relieved but shook his head, "I'm no worried about that. I'm worried about- well. Hunters are strong and s**t, right? How does that translate to... to... um... I mean, they're strong but they're still sensitive enough to feel... shh-s**t. To feel... you know... the physical things." It took all of his willpower not to point.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 9:01 pm
Rep had never really imagined he'd ever find himself in a position like this. Past him had never considered he'd ever be ******** gay let alone be being consulted for sex tips like some sort of elder bear. It made him pretty ******** angry when he thought about it, a deep sense of outrage and indignation that somehow his life had come to this point.
He sighed deeply. "I cannot believe this." he said. "You do know I don't talk about any of this s**t with anybody right? Not a ******** soul. It's no something I like to even like acknowledge as a thing that happens. So let me ******** stress that if even a ******** word of this reaches anyone else, even Noah, then I will be pissed. If he needs to know, it better just ******** be "someone told me". Understand?"
This established, he went on. "Hunters are strong, aye. We can mend from maist s**t." he waved a hand vaguely. "So it's harder to hurt people critically, but that disnae mean you should ******** go in dry." he made a face. "Let me ******** like establish to you like, certain places urnae self lubricating. If you don't want to be red raw, then probably a good idea to use lube." the slow creeping blush spread across his features and he looked away. Why the ******** couldn't he just ******** look up the internet?
He sighed. "The main thing, the absolute main thing is to like. Take yer time and listen to the other person. Listen ******** good. If they want to stop, if you want to stop, say it and stop. There's plenty of s**t you can do that doesn't involve ******** p.......p...ene...tration." he looked at his hands, which he was wringing harshly, before setting his expression grimly and looking back. "Maybe down the line you'll be awright with different s**t, when you get a feeling of one another's limits and shields."
Frowning he looked utterly grim. "Start slow. Learn to walk before you run. Look up other s**t on the internet on leave, I'm ******** serious. Because I am no getting into when to eat, and other s**t like that I'm just ******** no. And condoms. Plenty of them."
Yes, past him would completely lose the plot if he could hear him now.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 6:59 am
Al nodded both agreeably and obediently, "yes boss." Then fell still and silent. He tried not to look too horrified as certain details and aspects were brought up. Some of which were lost on him, "when to eat? There's a time to -" he silenced himself and continued to mutely bob his head. He was writing down so many mental notes, but one small thing may have still niggled at him and in all honesty - he would be too scared to Google most of this s**t in case it came with unexpected pictures and diagrams. "U-um..," he turned even redder than Rep. "are there any kinds of condoms I should avoid f-f-for that... like... d-does... sh-s**t I can't believe I'm asking this." He slumped down slightly and nuzzled his face into a scarf fold before continuing with a muffled voice, "l-like does ribbed for her pleasure still apply?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 11:01 am
Rep would have done anything for a random invasion of Halloween creatures to storm in right then and there and kidnap everyone else on the facility, Al (or even him) included, anything that would have meant he could have avoided this awful, awful conversation. But no invasion arrived, all that remained was the suddenly ******** stifling warmth of the duvet he was wearing. In response to the confusion he added. "There are other things your a** is used for, do the ******** maths."
He took another long steadying breath and tried to maintain his calm front while inside he was absolutely freaking out and all his instincts screamed at him to just jump out the window and run.
"That depends on what the other guy likes. I mean ******** presuming you are topping, if you urnae then whatever you like. Some people are into that ribbed stuff, some people urnae. I'm ******** no. Smooth is just ******** fine when it's me on the ******** receiving end." It was too much information but Al deserved to have his ******** brain seared for ever for asking this stuff. He cleared his throat again. "I don't need to use ribbed, I'm always ribbed, if you get my drift, so its a good ******** thing the people involved never minded."
Putting his hands on his face he realised he felt ridiculously warm. It would have been nicer just to tell Al to ******** them brutally cause they deserved it, to remind him to assert his manliness. That would have been more face saving, but it would be a betrayal of everything he'd defined about himself since coming to the island. He felt ill but pulled through, looking back to the other man.
"What most of it boils down to is find what the other c**t likes and what you like. It's no rocket science if you communicate. But its good you are ******** doing the research in the first place, shows you at least want to like, make it work." He had the urge to pat Al's back amicably but stifled it, he did not want to touch ******** anyone right now.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 2:01 pm
"Oh." Al just stared as his brain was quite effectively seared, fried, and finally burnt to a crisp. He just learned about 50 shades of s**t he never wanted to know. But still, despite feeling like he was about to catch on fire, he learned from it. He was going to be a better.... heh. Better lover for it. At least. But he most undeniably needed to do a condom run after this. Even if he still had that box from, who he confirmed to be Horace, he needed something special. Something that wasn't a gag gift.
At the end of it all, he decided now was the time for a natural shift of the subject. He was very sure he now knew way more about Rep than he ever signed up for, even if part of him - a small tiny little voice deep down went, "wow, way to go boss!" And looked up to him for that sort of prowess. Al, personally, didn't have the balls for it.
"ah-m...," a meek attempt at clearing his voice. "what about you man, what's been goin' on?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 4:20 pm
Rep was glad to change the subject, seizing upon it like a drowning man seizing a lifebelt. "Things have been s**t. Tracey got damaged, have been having to spar to get him back to any ******** semblance of function." he shook his head. "But I'm more or less back to normal again. No out of the water though. Had a....problem on a mission I was on recently. I'm awright but it means they'll probably ******** use me as their gopher for a while."
He returned his attention to the laptop and typed something nimbly. "How's victory treating you? I mean like, other than thinking about ******** the guy."
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2015 6:39 pm
Al looked genuinely shocked by the news and the fact he'd only now heard about any of it. "Nothing left for me to help you with boss?" he sounded almost sad but really he felt guilty. Rep always liked to deal with all his s**t on his own, an admirable trait, but left him feeling surprisingly unneeded.
"An additional problem? What happened?" Sorry Rep, he didn't usually pry but that bit of TMI was one he might be able to help with. Maybe.
Then back on him they went. Al thought about it and then cracked a little lopsided smile. "We're learning more and more about each other. Like flaws and... fighting skills... and things I really like about him. Mostly little stupid stuff that probably doesn't matter to the rest of the world. It's no bad, I'm just a bit of a worrier." His eyebrows lowered just a bit. "I don't think I could handle losing him again." But realizing how weak that might have sounded, he just as quickly buried the feeling under less terrifying thoughts, "like did you know he's not ticklish? At all. Anywhere. It's inhuman I tell you."
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 10:09 am
"Naw, nothing right now, though there might well ******** be s**t down the line." Even in his desperation he had been adamant that he would not turn to Al. Showing weakness in front of the other man was not acceptable. With Al there was a plan, an intention to mould him into the kind of man Rep wished that he was capable of being, a long game that involved a lot of concealing his own humanity and patiently attempting to extract that humanity from Al for his own good.
"I'm apparently immune to zombification?" he said, shrugging. "Or that's what they told me in any case, it might just be a ******** excuse to get me to walk right into ******** danger, but there it is."
The discussion about Noah was getting dangerously sappy and there were way too many unmanly statements flying around for his liking. "Right." he said awkwardly.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 7:10 pm
"Well, I'm at your service sir if you should ever want anything," he thought about it a moment and decided to leave Rep with something slightly less concerning to think about. "Even if it's just biscuits or cake or something."
At the mention of zombification though, Al stopped and his brows furrowed in thought. The right finally snapped him out of it and he dropped the subject of Noah entirely. "Zombification is a ******** thing?!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 8:49 am
"Whenever you make biscuits or cake I want a ******** tithe of it, a cut. I will judge your ******** wee lassie cooking skills. Same if you find some of them." he nodded sagely.
"And erm. Aye. Seems like it. I've been attacked a lot by them lately. And a whole ******** lot of them. People have been bitten too and gone batshit. Dunno what's causing it yet but its ******** crazy."
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 4:34 pm
"That goes without saying sir," Al assured confidently. It really did, well, mostly. The discovered treats came as a bit of a surprise though and was very good to know now. Best to not mention the various apple pie slices - he just can't help himself.
The train of thought plummeted off the delicious apple pie trail and straight into zombies. "....near here?" Al asked uncertainly as he imagined various zombies on boats surrounding the island and biting the s**t out of the many dumbasses who would run at them out of sheer curiosity and imagined personal badassery that didn't exist.
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