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 Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 12:28 am
Again, they had no idea how similar they were - Hitch had desperately tried to brighten his mother's spirits no matter how miserable and angry she'd gotten. After she died, everything had slowed to a grind of bills, debt, and paperwork. Ever have the feeling of walking against the grain of a blizzard? - that had been his life for the greater part of a year, struggling to make ends meet and dealing quietly with his grief.
Now, the blizzard wasn't really gone. But he could turn his back to the wind and appreciate the beauty of the landscape behind him because Tolliver was there with him, slinging an arm around him to support him against the relentlessly biting cold. - it was sort of stupidly dramatic to put it that way, but - the idea wasn't that far off.
By the way, Tolliver's reaction was so totally worth it. He laughed maniacally as he deliberately rubbed each cheek against him. He finally falling back onto his knees and not ever bothering to try and mask his snickering.
"Pale huh? Oh - " He yelped and then laughed even harder, tears pricking the corners of his eyes and his sides aching as he squirmed. "This s**t's ********' cold as ******** y'know!" he choked out, then dragged a hand across his stomach to rub the mess in. "Y'know, like, someone should tell the spray tan guys about this - new and improved system you can use are home! You, too, " and he pointed at Tolliver for dramatic effect, "can look as hot as me! Literally! Only 19.95 per month! Call now! Also comes in canary yellow!" and he was coming at Tolliver hard with the mustard, because there was a s**t ton of canvas left to fill.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 7:16 am
The giggles were still spilling embarrassingly out of him, and although he had fun with Fritz, he had not had this sort of silly, ridiculous fun in a long, long time. He couldn't recall the last time he'd let himself go - certainly not in the past year and a half, because he'd been trapped within his own head, sinking into a depression, thick and cloying.
Now it felt like he could breathe again - like there was air above him around him.
Tolliver put the back of his hands to his lips, concealing his smile, and he had ketchup and mustard all down his front, and his fingers, and probably all down Hitch's shirt as well. It wasn't necessarily the sexiest of things to be doing, but he didn't care; he was enjoying himself too much.
"No, no - !" Tolliver squeaked through his laughter, tears - for once, not sad ones - dotting the corners of his eyes. He scrambled (slowly) away, scuttling across the bed and probably smearing mustard everywhere in the process as he tried to get away from Hitch.
"I don't need a canary yellow tan, thank you," he giggled.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 7:29 am
This mess was going to be fun to clean up later - but see, that was future Hitch's problem. "Oh? No canary yellow?" The smile on his face inched a little wider, almost eerily so as he set down the jar of mustard. "I thought it'd go great with your hair, but..." His fingers hovered over it for a second or two before twitching and snatching up the ketchup bottle.
"Lobster red it is!" he bellowed with a playful roar as he flung himself onto the bed (lightly, but messily, more aware of Tolliver's back and leg than he was of anything else), crawling forward and brandishing the bottle menacingly, shaking it at him. "C'mere y'tiny little lobster ********! There's no escape!"
(Seriously, he couldn't have been laughing any harder - seriously, he was kind of wheezing a little, ******** traitorous goddamn cigarettes biting him in the ******** a**!)
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 7:39 am
Tolliver gave a shriek of laughter, and they would desperately need a shower and a good cleaning later, but that was beside the point. He scuttled sideways, almost falling off the bed in the process, and tried to get back up, ignoring his leg and his back.
"What the ******** is a tiny lobster ********> Tolliver wheezed, barely able to breathe, and he giggled uproariously, skidding to the kitchen and throwing open the fridge.
A second later, Hitch would find a bottle of honey mustard brandished at him, Tolliver grinning.
"Now who's the one who needs to escape?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 8:04 am
The scuttling was so ******** ironic, by the way, it just made him crack up that much harder. It took a lot of effort not to just curl on his side in the bed and not wait for the sweet embrace of death to come. RIP Logan Hitchcock, cause of death, stupidly cute condiment battle with his boyfriend.
"UHM, a tiny lobster ********> is nothing, " he snarled playfully, still brandishing the ketchup like it was a true weapon of mass destruction to something other than white carpets everywhere. "I said tiny little lobster ********>! Without the little it means ********' jack s**t!" God what was he even talking about anymore, he thought to himself with a fresh peal of laughter.
Which was exactly how Tolliver managed to get the drop on him. Hitch shot him a wide-eyed look as he was terrified, except he clearly wasn't because he was <******** crying from laughing too damn hard and he couldn't ******** breathe. "Not, not honey mustard! Anything but that! But - " Oh god, he actually had to press his other hand to his face to try and keep the snickers at bay. But he was failing, miserably, and kept having to choke out the words between snickers and gasps, "I don't - I don't - " He brandished the ketchup again, more just waving it around blindly than anything else, "RELISH the thought of defeat!"
Then he just promptly fell down onto his side on the bed, laughing probably the hardest at his own stupid a** joke, pounding his fist on the mattress. "Relish... RELISH..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 8:15 am
He gave a snort of laughter. "I'm sorry," giggled Tolliver, "I meant tiny little lobster ********, whatever the ******** that is."
He didn't know what they were talking about either, but they were laughing and unable to stop now, the both of them covered in ketchup and mustard and silliness, and Hitch was laughing so hard he was crying, and everything was just absolutely, incredibly perfect, even if it was ridiculous.
"You," said Tolliver, as Hitch fell over, and he was trying to sound serious, but he was failing. "are outrageous, don't even - " He broke off into laughter. " - that was a terrible joke, just awful, you should be ashamed of yourself, Logan Hitchcock!"
He dropped the bottle of honey mustard and knelt on the bed beside Hitch, reaching for the corner of the blanket - which he promptly smushed into his boyfriend's face, trying to wipe away some of the condiments.
"It's a good thing you're lovely, otherwise I'd have to rethink things because of that ridiculous joke."
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 8:45 am
"THANK YOU for listenin' the first time, " Hitch teased roughly, and his words probably would have just rolled right into each other if he hadn't been snickering so hard in the first place.
He was still laying there snickering madly, his shoulders shaking and sides aching and coughing and sputtering and - basically a mess in every sense of the word, seriously. There was ketchup and mustard all over him, even his boxers, and he probably reeked of the ******** stuff. "I - I am, " he choked out, laughing even harder when that blanket was in his face and doing his best to playfully bat it away. "Oh, c'mon!! It was totally so bad it was ********' great!! You gotta admit it, right?!"
He tried in vain to wipe his eyes, his shoulders still shaking and his face all together red; it'd spread far enough as his chest and shoulders, even, at least under all the brightly colored condiments. "The ******** am I kidding, I'm rethinking me after that, " and his snickering was dying down, a little, but - <********> if that wasn't the hardest he'd laughed in who knew how long.
"Honey mustard. You sly sexy b*****d."
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 9:01 am
Everything was essentially all over the place; but Tolliver was too euphoric and giggly to really care. He was laughing as he dabbed at Hitch's face, and his back still throbbed and his leg would probably ache in a while, but he still loved every second of it.
"It was terrible," Tolliver insisted, pushing Hitch's arms away, and once Hitch's face was kind of clean - or at least, devoid of the gloppy mess everywhere else - he leaned forward and pecked a quick kiss to his lips before drawing away, wrinkling his noise.
"I'm nothing if not resourceful," Tolliver declared dramatically, but he was grinning bashfully now, tugging at a sticky strand of Hitch's hair. His eyes flickered all across the bed and the floor and Hitch and Tolliver themselves, at every sticky red and yellow line.
"We made a mess," he said, sounding guilty. "Whoops."
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 9:40 am
Hitch made a nice long series of exaggerated grumbling noises as his lover batted his hands away and went ahead and cleaned his face anyway - even if he was still snickering and really didn't mind at all. The kiss was entirely too short for him, no matter how much he reeked of ketchup, and he leaned in to sneak another, and another, just to try and make him do that nose wrinkling trick again.
His brow arched, and he gave a lopsided smile. Resourceful, hah. "Don't I know it babe."
As for the mess, well, "You mean you made, you ********' troublemaker, " Hitch teased in that rolling way, although his grin gave away that he was just teasing. He laughed again, more softly this time, and reached out to squeeze Tolliver's hand. "Here. Why don't you go hop in the shower first, " considering how much pain he was probably in; he didn't feel like he needed to say that. "An' I'll start cleanin' up? - maybe we can trade off if I take too long, y'know? - we can totally get this done."
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 8:28 pm
The two extra kisses made him giggle, and yes, wrinkle his nose playfully. Tolliver reached out and poked a finger against Hitch's own, smiling affectionately at him because he felt stupidly happy and the rest of the world didn't matter right now.
"Definitely you," he said loftily, and gave Hitch's hand a little squeeze in return, eyes soft, because in spite of the fact that he hadn't said how much everything hurt, Hitch had noticed anyway. His back could be uncovered now, but the water would soothe it, as long as he was careful to use the right soap; not to mention the ease it usually put on his leg.
"You're wonderful," Tolliver murmured, and he leaned to kiss Hitch just once more, briefly, before pulling away and standing, rubbing at his thigh.
"I'll just be a quick minute in the shower."
(He wouldn't, not really, because he was possibly the slowest showerer on the planet.)
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 8:03 am
A playful growl rumbled in Hitch's throat, a smirk on his lips as he took a playful n** (fruitless) n** at the poking finger. It was all so silly, so simple, and like always, much more than he ever would have asked for.
Wonderful was an exaggeration, but Hitch didn't bother to argue with him, instead smiling brightly at him once the kiss had ended. "Take your time babe. Don't rush, " and he knew Tolliver wouldn't, or hoped he wouldn't, but... it never hurt to say it, anyway.
Really, he meant to go ahead and strip the bed when his lover vanished into the bathroom. The other set of sheets were fresh and clean and tucked away near the laundry basket, and once he got all that done he could do the dishes, shower, and probably go to bed, maybe.
This was all the intention. But Hitch was already laying on his side, and then he got to thinking about his schedule for the next day, and what he'd make for Tolliver in the morning, and one thought led to another, spiraling out of control until there were none left at all.
The exhaustion had finally gotten to him. By the time Tolliver got back, Hitch would've hardly moved; he was just half-lying on his back instead of his side, one arm thrown over his stomach and the other sprawled at his side. In spite of being covered in mustard and ketchup alike, his hair half-tied back and half of it having fallen from the ponytail holder as he shifted, he'd fallen into a dead sleep in about five seconds flat.
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 3:03 pm
He took his time in the shower, out of both necessity and just a general love for showers. There was just something incredibly relaxing and comforting about standing beneath the hot spray of water, and most of the time he took a good twenty minutes to actually shower. This time he took even longer, due to his back and trying to get all of the grime off.
Tolliver stepped out almost thirty minutes later, toweling his hair dry and dressed in a clean shirt of Hitch's - only to find that, in spite of his attempts, it was quite clear that Hitch had not actually managed the cleaning. He was sprawled in the middle of the mess on the mattress, completely asleep, chest rising and falling slowly.
He should have been annoyed, but instead, Tolliver found himself amused. He stifled a smile, padded over, and bent to press a single kiss to Hitch's forehead - one of the only places devoid of condiments. He leaned back, just to look at that face of his, and then went over to the couch and snuggled down facing him, wincing a little as he shifted to lie on his stomach.
It had been a very silly evening. But on the other hand, he got to see Hitch asleep, which, even covered in mustard and ketchup, was endearing.
He fell asleep a few minutes later, tired and happy, to the sound of his boyfriend's gentle breathing.
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