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 Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 12:48 pm
Jon paused at the sight of Reed's blood. Not because oh, s**t, he's bleeding, but to admire his handiwork. He felt a sort of primal triumph that overrode his initial anger and made him drop his guard. Smart move, kitty.
He went tumbling over backwards with a shout.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 12:58 pm
Reed didn't wait for Jon to say a word. Talk would just get in the way, anyway. He wiped at his mouth without thought and jumped with arms out as a tiger would to attack its prey. He even gave a bit of a roar, though since he was from human AND domestic cat stock it was more of a REAAAUGH! Not the most dramatic or even the most impressive, but it was fun to do.
Reed pinned down Jon's lower body with the whole of his legs and pushed hard and down with his arms into Jon's shoulders. His red hair was flying everywhere. Stuck to his forehead, the nape of his neck, his back... All still damp and clinging to his skin. He took the moment to catch his breath and then suddenly...
"Aaaaaaugh..." he flinched. "I think I pulled something..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 1:56 pm
A comical look of frozen surprise fixed itself on Jon's face when Reed lunged. The added weight made his head bounce up and slam back against the mattress without so much as a grunt in response. He made a heroic attempt at freeing himself, realized he couldn't, but refused to admit defeat.
He stared up at Reed, chest heaving, his own hair a tousled mess. He tried to blow some stray silver strands away from his mouth.
"You are the paragon of agility and grace," he said sardonically (breathlessly more like). He began to laugh, soft at first until it built up and though pinned, made his shoulders shake.
"'Reaugh?'" he gasped. "Last time I heard that, a cat was spitting up a hairball, haha!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 2:12 pm
Reed leaned in and have a bit of a slow headbutt on Jon's forehead, he panted like a dog from just shouting and lunging. He was lean but had the endurance of a sheet of tissue. Standing at a bar wasn't that much of physical activity and the most he ever did was go up and down stairs.
"That's the sound you made in the toilet," Reed pressed his forehead to Jon's. "I'd bite you back, but you'd like it too much. And, no, I'm not creative... or smart... how many times are we going to go through that? If I were smart, creative, or even HANDSOME I'd not be selling Paint Remover to tight asses like you."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 2:43 pm
"Touché."
As his adrenaline simmered down, Jon could find no way around pretending he wasn't being pinned down to a bed, or that Reed wasn't somehow fitting himself into every open area of his personal space. Well. s**t. It was a shame he couldn't even pretend to feel a little more scandalized. Wasn't he supposed to experience guilt for breaking his own resolution?
"Technically, you sold me-- what? Two? I found myself another supplier." He turned his face, shifting Reed's, and bit the curve of his jaw.
"Hmm," he said with a solemnity reserved for scientists testing their subjects. "You're quirky enough."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 2:54 pm
"OW!" Reed sputtered. "You son of a-!"
Reed bared his teeth and gave a slap to the side of Jon's face in an attempt to stun him long enough to roll him onto his back and pin him that way. He used his own head as a means to keep Jon pressed into the mattress. It was something like origami with your head pressed on the floor, it was awkward and probably not the most graceful way to wrestle another man into submission. Quite frankly, a professional would have had him floored like a bright red rug. Sweat and blood dripped off in tiny spatters.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 3:05 pm
"Ah, Jesus! What the ******** are you doing?? Yoga?"
It was a bizarre cocktail of anger and amusement; Jon wanted to both punch Reed in the face and laugh until he passed out. Still, he had his pride to protect (or pick up at this point), and so tried to buck Reed off instead. It almost wasn't worth it.
"You're bleeding on me, a*****e!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:33 pm
Reed gave in on trying to pin Jon down on his stomach and just made to hold on for dear life. He latched on to Jon's back like a man trying to catch a greased pig, locking his fingers together around Jon's middle and attempting a crocodile's death roll.
"Could be worse!" he grunted. "You smell like puke, anyway!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 8:59 pm
"Funny, I thought I smelt like cheap shampoo," Jon spat. He tried twisting every which way, winging his arm in attempts to clip Reed in the face. He was getting tired, damnit! He shoved at Reed's fingers, scratched and dug his nails into his wrists. With one last heave, he tried to flip Reed onto his back - if he came down with him, so be it. Serves him right!
"You don't exactly weigh eight pounds soaking wet!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 9:08 pm
Reed refused to let go, no matter how many cuts he'd have on his hands afterward. Burying his head into Jon's back to avoid any more face shots, he held on as Jon flipped them all to where Reed was mashed on his back. A few cries of surprised followed by laughter were squeezed out like a very large squeaky toy. Even his toes spread out upon impact.
From beneath in a muffled voice came the sound of...
"I'm still here."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 9:25 pm
Jon tried to catch his second wind. Even lying still hurt, not to mention if was uncomfortable in every sense of the word. And awkward. Yes, that term seemed to encompass the entire moment. Jon was too breathless to laugh; at least Reed was getting something out of it.
"That's a shame."
He tensed briefly and then fell limp. He really didn't want to be the one to throw in the towel, but his lungs were scrabbling for the white flag, "Good God, I think I'm about to give in."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 9:42 pm
Reed's ears would have perked... were they not being smothered by another man's whole body. He squirmed a bit until his chin was nearly over Jon's right shoulder and he peered up and over, though he wasn't about to let go until he knew it was safe.
"You know you'd miss me..."
He stopped to let out a wheeze. Sis lungs were better than Jon's, but the fact that they were being squashed was making it hard for him to breathe, as well.
"What do you eat, man? Lead shot and asbestos?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 9:59 pm
Jon had an abrupt laugh, "Like a cheap hooker would miss a herpes outbreak? Haaa!"
His ear gave an unintentional flick, swiping across Reed's nose. It continued for a while as he tried desperately to learn to breathe without panting. Maybe his next resolution should be to cut cigarettes from his diet. He laughed and folded his hands behind his head-- successfully smushing Reed's face in the process.
"Have no idea what you're talking about. It's all hard muscle."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 10:08 pm
"The only thing... pfeh!" Reed spit out hair that wasn't his for a moment. "The only thing," he tried again, "that's hard on you is your head."
He gave a few groans... letting go of Jon's middle and attempting to push him off. At this rate he might just take another shower... or sleep on the ground. Parts of him wanted to kick Jon out the door in his skivvies and another part wanted to just lie there and weep into his hands. When he imagined it those many hours ago, it was all a lovely fantasy. Now it's just all downhill... as was the way of most of his attempted romances. He wondered now why he couldn't just find himself a girl and be "normal"...
No, wait, never mind. There were fates worse than a love scenario gone awry.
"I can tell you one thing that's gonna be a hard muscle any time soon..." Reed coughed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 11:00 pm
Jon was about as helpful towards his removal as a sack of potatoes. The dead weight was content with just lying there with the fifty-fifty chance that he was crushing one (or several) of Reed's vital organs. Like, oh, his lungs. Focusing on the level of his pretentious-assholery had been easy at first. Now it was like grasping for straws. How long had it been since he'd last been touched? And not just nice to meet you, handshake, handshake, but skin-to-skin. If he'd had his Blackberry, he would know.
Jon hummed low in his throat. It was all he could do to distract himself. Did he really want to ******** up several years of celibacy?
"Want to know why I see a therapist?"
At this rate, hell yes.
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