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 Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 6:58 pm
"No?" Reed pushed at Jon with his fingertips, rocking him testily. "No?" he gave a slower, firmer shove. It was more of a provoking move than a hard threat. "You sure, huh? This won't do anything?"
He reached around and wrapped his arm to grab Jon into a headlock, laughing like an idiot all the while.
Reed would spend hours watching Max and Jacob fight like this. Even when it got serious, it was never serious with each other. It was the "Hey! Only I can beat up my brother!" mentality that kept Max and Jacob pretty much inseparable, even though they were of two different fathers. They were more brothers than Reed and Teddy ever were. Together, Max and Jacob were unbreakable. That was what partially made them such a menace.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 7:22 pm
Each inquiry was met with a 'mm-mm' or a soft 'nope.' Jon didn't even bother brushing Reed's testing hands away, though the hissing feline in his subconscious was none too pleased. He was good at shrugging it off-- until he was smashed against Reed's side in an incredibly uncomfortable position.
"Ow-- ********! What the hell?" he half-shouted, shoving hard against Reed's stomach. His ears flattened more in irritation than anger, tail lashing back and forth; the more he twisted, the more it hurt. And the b*****d just laughed! "Do you mind?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 9:56 pm
"No, not really, I don't mind one bit," Reed gave a little squeeze as he let the realization that he wasn't going to let go anytime soon hit Jon's head. "Oh, what lovely lady locks... let's curl 'em, huh? Want me to curl them?"
Reed laughed again, knuckling the top of Jon's head roughly, though not as hard as Max would have. Max once rubbed so hard he had a bruise on his scalp for weeks. Reed swore the only thing that kept it from showing was his naturally cherry red hair.
"Did your therapist do this? How much did you have to pay, because I can do this free every night if you want," Reed leaned in momentarily to look at Jon's face. "For free, even!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 10:25 pm
Jon let out a hellacious string of curses that damned Reed, his brothers, and his mother, throwing in some physically impossible (but creative!) things he could do with curling iron if he so pleased. He didn't want to give in and just start pounding on Reed, that would mean he had won, but God damn did his knuckles hurt his already throbbing head! He began wondering - being careful not to break his neck as he twisted - how much leeway he could get in to bite Reed. But Jon liked biting and he supposed, being the leather-wearing freak he was, Reed did too.
"Get out of my face and let go, you psycho!" he hissed. No, really, he hissed. He planted his hand against Reed's face and shoved it back with a growl. And despite his earlier reservations, he gave into the redhead's heckling, curled a fist, and jabbed him in the stomach. Repeatedly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 9:12 am
Reed coughed, sputtered, and even choked once or twice, but he refused to let go of Jon. He decided more taunting was in order, this catman had some serious bad juju to get out and the liquor didn't seem to let out anything other than the contents of Jon's stomach.
He decided Max's therapy lessons might actually be of good use after all. Reed did re-enacted one of this favorites...
"Not until you say 'Reed is God,'" Reed said in a slow, meaningful voice. As though it were perfectly normal to do this to anyone. "C'mon, say it. And mean it, I can tell when you're lying. I'll help you, here we go... Reed is..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 9:55 am
"Then I guess we'll be stuck like this all night," he growled. Which would be just fine for Reed, healthier too, because Jon was going over the many ways he could strangle him the moment he got free. He continued to struggle; pushing, shoving, punching, everything short of pulling and biting. <******** pretentious a*****e, he thought angrily. Reed is God my a**.
Jon cooled his jets for a second, tired by his fighting. He tugged once or twice before stopping altogether.
"Okay, okay," he conceded with a sigh. "What was it again? Reed is-- Reed isss... ?"
He gave up kidding himself, shifted just enough, and sank his teeth into Reed's side.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 10:10 am
Reed almost didn't let go as a massive "OOooooooooooWWW!" came from his mouth, but he let go to not only assess the damage but to bust out laughing. "Oh, my God! Ah ha ha ha ha!"
He rolled back, legs curling under him as laughter tumbled out of his chest. Reed sat up and gestured with his finger and thumb.
"I was THIS close! THIS close!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 10:46 am
Jon didn't bother wiping his mouth. He smacked Reed's hands out of the air and pounced, planting his knee into Reed's gut.
"This close to what?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 10:52 am
"Oo-oof!" Reed huffed out air, a look of delight in his eye that he'd actually gotten a response other than what he had been getting out of Jon. "This close to-!"
He stopped to cough a bit, wiping tears of pain and laughter from his face with the palm of his hand.
"This close to getting you to say it! You know you like me, admit it," Reed didn't so much try to remove Jon's knee as to resituate it so it wasn't pressing down vital organ. "Besides, now you owe me!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 11:09 am
"Buuulls**t!" he said with a condescending air. Jon shifted for him, but only to grind his knee down against Reed's stomach. His tail continued to flag his irritation, but at a considerably slower rate.
"I wasn't going to say a thing and like or not, God damn you're an annoying little ********." For all of his posturing, Jon suddenly felt like laughing. He smacked Reed in the head.
"Owe you? I don't owe you anything except death by strangulation!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 11:18 am
"You- ow! -You owe me," Reed reached for Jon's tail and gave it a hard tug. "Well, you're just a ******** who won't get over himself! You owe me! What if I brought this out in public, eh? Eh, hmm!? What if I went out and said 'Blaine's publicist bit me!'? Wouldn't that be a riot!? The scandal would be sensational, wouldn't it? Hmm!?"
He never would, of course, but the threat was fun to try. Reed made to attempt to roll on his side, though the bed didn't offer much by way of grip or traction.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 11:37 am
"No I-- agh! s**t! Shitshitshit!" He relented his pin and twisted around, whacking Reed's hand away from his now-aching tail. And he had worried about honor? He may not have had brothers to tussle with, but Alex had been quite enough; he grabbed Reed's ear and twisted it with a laugh and a sinister growl of 'where the hell do you think you're going?'
"Oh, it would!" he agreed. "******** hysterical! But why stop at a bite? You had me thinking your pea brain was capable of something a little more creative for the papers!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 11:49 am
"Oh, ow! Augh!" Reed squirmed, laughing between pinches and twists. "Is that all you got!? Is THIS what you want to do to me!?"
Reed grabbed the tip of Jon's tail and with all the horrendous assholery he could muster he used his other hand to completely bend all the hairs the wrong way as though he were shucking a cob of corn.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 12:06 pm
"I thought alley cats were supposed to be a little more savoir-f--AAIR!" Jon yowled and amid his flailing (because flailing, according to his logic, helped him deal with the discomfort), slammed his palm into Reed's jaw. As though shoving at his face would get him to leave his tail the hell alone. This time he really did start biting and scratching, reduced to a pile of spitting-mad feline as he tried prying Reed's hands from his tail by any means necessary.
"No one is going to find your body, Reed, swear to GOD!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 12:25 pm
Reed saw a few little stars and he could almost swear they flew from the side of his face. He didn't even notice that his own teeth had cut into the corner of his lip and began bleeding freely. Too caught up in the moment, the adrenaline had numbed some of it for the time being, but no doubt he'd be feeling it in the morning.
Reed sat up as hard as he could to fling Jon's knee off of his stomach.
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