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 Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 3:10 pm
Shiloh was in the same mind frame as Ian, mud happened, and he wasn’t so concerned for his close as he was just generally wet and soggy and ready for a warm shower and dry clothes. He’d gotten a few paces ahead, but it wasn’t far enough that Ian couldn’t catch up to him easily, and he did, passing him and turning around to stop him. Shiloh stared. “I’m pretty sure you can allow it. In fact, I’m definitely sure - Ian, put me down! Dammit Ian!” But through his protests, and his kicking and squirming, he was laughing. He hadn’t really thought Ian would do it, and Shiloh felt a little like the spoils of a mud war, but at least Ian wasn’t carrying him princess style. He could forgive him for this. Maybe.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 3:19 pm
"Nope," said Ian, in a very matter-of-fact tone of voice. He was holding Shiloh's legs tightly with one arm wrapped around them, and the other he used to unlock the door, nudging it open with his foot. He ducked into the long hallway and kept walking, unable to keep the grin off of his face as he said, "You were the one who said I couldn't, I'm just showing you that I definitely can."
He liked the sound of Shiloh's laughter, which reverberated down his back and reassured Ian that he was, in fact, not upset that Ian was carrying him. Ian made his way carefully down the hall towards Shiloh's room, and it wasn't until he was right in front of it that he loosened his hold a little.
"So for future reference," he said with amusement, as he fiddled with the doorknob briefly. "The next time you say I can't do something, just be prepared to know that I probably will at least try."
He was laughing a lot now, unable to contain it. Ian pushed through into Shiloh's room and his grip slackened, letting Shiloh slide down until his feet hit the floor. The sudden switch in weight made Ian stumble backwards, hitting the door and making it slam shut behind him. His arms were still looped around Shiloh's waist, and he unintentionally pulled him with him as his back hit the closed door, leaning against it.
Ian was slightly breathless with laughter, grinning down at Shiloh.
"I think I've proved my point well enough, hmm?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:01 pm
"I believe you, I believe you," Shiloh said, playfully knocking at Ian's backside with his fists. They were in the building now, the door closing shut behind them and the floor underfoot privy to Ian's muddy footprints. Shiloh's own feet were hoisted in the air, and he didn't mind, not really, and he wasn't worried about anyone seeing. It was fun, and silly, but it wasn't embarrassing. He'd had siblings growing up, and being the short guy that he was, his friends were usually taller. Teasing was to be expected, and he could dish it out just as well as he could take it. He'd figure out a way to get Ian back, but for now he'd just laugh and accept his fate. "Duly noted," Shiloh grinned as Ian pushed the door open to his room. Ian's hold on him loosened, and Shiloh slid to the floor, his mucky boots squished onto the floor. It seemed that the footing indoors was no improvement over outside so long as they were covered in mud, and Shiloh found himself tugged against Ian as the Mist hunter fell back against the door, Ian's arms still wrapped around his waist. He laughed again, leaning his forehead against Ian's shoulder. They were alone in his room now, and there was no scramble or worry in his demeanor. Shiloh took a moment to catch his breath, before glancing up at Ian with a smile. "Yeah, yeah," he said, "You're just lucky I let you."
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 6:40 pm
He felt gritty, the mud beginning to dry both over and under his clothes. It made for a very itchy and uncomfortable feeling overall, especially with the streaks on his face, thanks to Shiloh, but he was still amused, breathless with laughter, and he linked his fingers together against the small of Shiloh's back as the other leaned against him.
"Who said you let me do anything?" Ian said with a snort, and lifted his hand, cupping Shiloh's face with one grimy hand. He brushed his thumb idly over his cheek. "I am," Ian said airily. "an entire entity of my own that answers to no one."
This, of course, was an absolute lie, and Ian was trying very hard not to smile, the corners of his lips twitching.
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 4:18 pm
Shiloh made no effort to draw away, which was about the best signal of his comfort that Ian was going to get. There was a certain ease about him, relaxed as he tilted his face upwards to glance at Ian. It didn't matter that his hand was dirty, Shiloh's face was just as much a mess. The both of them desperately needed a shower, but spending a few moments tangled together before they did wasn't going to hurt anything. "I just said it," Shiloh grinned as Ian's thumb brushed over his cheek. "And you definitely just answered me."
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 4:29 pm
Ian opened his mouth to fire off a quick retort to that -
- and then promptly shut his mouth again, realizing the trap he'd just dug himself into. He gave a small groan, rolling his eyes. "That was terribly unfair," he said, in a mock disgruntled tone, but there was still a smile on his face, albeit a mildly exasperated one.
Shiloh's cheek was warm beneath his fingers. "You're unbelievable," he grumbled, but his expression softened a little.
Alone now, without the worry of other people around to watch, Ian wanted to kiss him again, uncaring that they were both filthy dirty and were probably tracking mud onto the floor of Shiloh's room. But he didn't want to seem as though that was all he thought about, so he settled for pulling Shiloh a little closer and brushing his lips lightly against a little patch of clean skin just below his left ear.
Then he drew back, smiling. "Let's hit the showers and then we can find something to eat."
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 5:30 pm
"It's not unfair if it's true," Shiloh argued, chuckling a little at Ian's expression. He smiled back as he looked at him, trying to guess what he was thinking, and if it had anything to do with the butterflies stirring in his stomach. Suddenly closer to Ian, he surmised that it was entirely the reason behind them, the somersaults in his midsection only intensifying as Ian leaned in, and pressed his lips gently below his ear. His breath was warm, and his kiss even warmer on his skin, the temperature spreading to his cheeks Caught off guard, his smile had faded into a look of surprise, but a hint of it remained, the corners of his mouth upturned as he dipped his face against Ian's before he could pull it back, nodding his head. "'Kay," he softly agreed. Then he let go of him, still with his little smile, and headed over to his closet to collect towels, soap, and a fresh change of clothes. When he was ready, he turned back to Ian. "Your room next?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 6:30 pm
The little gesture, the way Shiloh's face brushed against his briefly before he pulled back, it was all just so damn adorable. Ian smiled, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of dirt streaked hair behind Shiloh's ear, sliding a finger down his jawline and poking his chin teasingly.
Then he reluctantly let go and waited at the door, arms folded across his chest and waited until Shiloh was finished. Once he had everything he needed, Ian pulled the door open again, gesturing for him to go first.
"My room, yes," he said, and grinned, slinging a muddy arm across Shiloh's shoulders as he steered him towards the right way. He stretched out a hand, grimacing slightly at the mud caked on it, and then nudged the door open with the toe of his shoe.
Once inside, he immediately set to gathering his own things, not wanting to linger too long. He was done within a moment, arms laden with the proper supplies, and he nodded towards the door.
"So. Think there's anything to eat other than MREs?" he asked, once they were in the hall again.
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 1:15 am
Ian's arm wrapped around his shoulder as Shiloh made his way through the opened door, politely thanking him with a smile. The smile stayed as Ian guided him down the hallway, Shiloh enjoying the pleasant heaviness of Ian's arm slung over him, muddy though it was. He trailed after Ian into his room, though the Mist hunter had his things gathered in a quick minute, already turned back towards him. "Probably not," Shiloh said a little glumly as Ian nudge him back out the door. He didn't miss much from home, but he certainly missed the meals. MREs just didn't cut it. "And the farming crops aren't nearly ready for harvest yet. It's too bad, I'd kill for an ear of fresh corn right now." He stepped in line with Ian, walking beside him. Occasionally he drifted closer, his arm gently bumping into the other man's.
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 9:19 am
Ian gave a snort.
"Maybe if we look hard, we can find another candy bar," he said, and gave Shiloh's shoulder a light tap with his own, passing a smirk to him. "There's gotta be something edible on this island that isn't shrink wrapped and tastes like cardboard."
He could feel Shiloh's arm brushing against his every few steps. Ian slid his fingers along the inside of Shiloh's wrist, sliding them down until his fingers laced through the other's. He lifted a brow, as though this were normal, and gave him a slightly surprised look.
"I didn't know you could farm," he said, lightly teasing. "I was never really good at all that gardening stuff myself; I tried to grow beans once, for a school project, and it didn't work out so well."
They were at the showers now. Ian tightened his hold around Shiloh's hand, just a little, squeezing, and then he let go before they were inside and there were others around. He made his way to the nearest unoccupied shower cubicle, tossing a smile over his shoulder at Shiloh.
"Now, go get ungross-ified."
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 11:30 am
"Candy would be nice," Shiloh mused, definitely agreeing with Ian on his opinion of island food. He was glad they had food at all, but it would be nice to have something tasty rather than tasteless for once. As Ian's hand slipped into his, Shiloh glanced at Ian, mirroring his surprised look. It was an innocent enough gesture, but it filled Shiloh with butterflies again, and he quickly settled his gaze ahead. Ian's hand was warm in his, and he didn't mind it, pressing his fingers gently against Ian's, testing the waters. He felt a little silly, it wasn't like it was the first he'd held someone's hand. It was the first time it had been with someone with whom things could lead farther than hand-holding, the first time it had been with someone he might like like. It was nice, even if he felt like a big dumb kid. "Yeah," he said, grinning as he looked up. "I grew up on one." Ian squeezed his hand, and Shiloh forgot what he was about to say as they made it to the showers. He was grateful that Ian had let go before they'd entered, as the showers were not unoccupied. Walking down the hall, their hands casually held between them was one thing, walking into the communal showers holding hands was entirely another. He flexed his hand though, missing the touch a little. He turned to Ian before heading towards his own cubicle, giving him a mock salute. "Will do," he laughed before stepping into his cubicle, quite ready to get rid of all the mud.
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 11:43 am
Inside the shower cubicle, the curtain drawn across the entrance, Ian leaned his forehead against the wall, exhaling a long breath that was drowned out by the sound of the showers around him. The tiles felt cool against his skin, and Ian reached out without looking, fumbling to turn on the water, still fully dressed.
Apparently Deus showers had two levels: Antarctica and Hellfire.
He wasn't sure what he wanted. It was one thing to flirt casually here and there, but Shiloh didn't make him want to just kiss and leave, like he normally would have. He wanted to stay near him, stay just a little longer each time they were together. Considering he'd spent most of his adult life doing exactly what he wanted, this was the first time he didn't know what that was.
And, more importantly, he didn't know what Shiloh wanted.
The water on the ground was now a gross, muddy brown. Ian frowned at it, and sighed, finally peeling off his teeshirt and dropping it in a sodden mess on the ground, followed by the rest of his clothes. He spent the next several moments scrubbing furiously at the mud and the nastiness crusted onto his skin until it was almost rubbed red.
Approximately fifteen minutes later, Ian stepped out of the cubicle, a towel around his waist, his disgusting, dirt streaked clothes in one hand and running his other through his damp hair. He'd left his clean clothes sitting on the bench in the communal area, and Ian dumped his dirty things into a plastic bag.
"Shyduck? You almost done?" he called, idly sorting through his things.
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 1:57 pm
Shiloh had removed his clothes prior to getting wet, tossing them in a small heap near his towel outside of the shower. He was going to have to run another load of blue laundry through, so his muddy clothes could wait until then. He did pick up his jacket however, and held it under the steaming water, scrubbing at the bits of mud with his soap. His clothes from home could get stained, they were replaceable. His jacket, on the other hand, he was sure was not, and it was important to him, so he didn't want it wrecked. Satisfied that it wasn't going to be covered in brown smudges for the rest of his life, Shiloh hung it carefully next to his towel and stepped into the water. Getting himself clean was much easier, save for his hair, which he was still rinsing out when Ian called to him. Shiloh had no idea what he wanted. He knew he wasn't the type for casual flings, or relationships without meaning, but at the same time, he'd never been in a relationship. He'd thought about it, a little, about what it would be like to have someone to care for and to dote on, someone to go places with, someone to watch terrible movies with, someone to curl up with at night. He hadn't ever thought it would be a possibility, but he'd definitely thought about it. The problem was that it was a big step, admitting to liking someone, and he, if honest, was kind of scared. He sighed, giving his hair one last scrub through; at least he knew he was done showering. Stepping out of the shower, he tousled off his hair best he could before wrapping the towel around his waist and emerging from behind the curtain, considerably less covered in mud. "All done," he smiled, setting his things down beside Ian's on the bench. Shiloh carefully shook out his jacket before folding it and setting it beside his clean clothes. Then he looked at his clean clothes, and then back to Ian, a soft flush growing in his cheeks. Was there a polite way to ask someone to turn around?
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 2:27 pm
He heard footsteps behind him and then Shiloh was next to him, face slightly flushed, dressed similarly to Ian with just a towel. Ian's eyes flickered briefly over his bare chest, the damp hair that was now back to its primary shade of pale pink, and a faint smile tugged at his lips, Ian's face tinged a light shade of red.
"Good," he said, and then turned to grab his things, not-so-subtly facing away from Shiloh as he pulled on his own clothes, leaving Shiloh room to change without the added pressure of Ian looking. He slipped on a plain black teeshirt, tugging at it, and then slid the bracelet back around his wrist, idly fiddling with the leather straps.
"Ready to go?" he asked, after a moment, still facing away in case Shiloh hadn't finished dressing yet himself.
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 8:59 pm
Shiloh nodded, quickly turning himself as Ian did the same. He might have been a little curious, but roving eyes definitely weren't polite, and he had no intention of sneaking a peek without permission. Instead he focused on getting dressed, pulling on jeans and a white graphic tee, the picture on front from some movie. His towel now free, he patted his hair with it again, wringing out the last few droplets of water before letting it fall damp over his shoulders. It would air dry quick enough. "Ready," Shiloh answered, daring to turn around. Ian was dressed, and Shiloh bent to scoop up his belongings. "Wait, almost ready!" He had forgotten his dirty clothes, and as he gingerly picked them up, he realized he had forgotten to bring something to carry them. He turned to Ian, his smile too innocent to be anything but suspicious. "Say Ian, how do you feel about joint laundry?"
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