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 Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 8:21 am
Prompt The power’s out! On a cold day like today this is the absolute last thing you needed. But, despite how beautiful that ice on the wires is, it does not make for a friendly day filled with warmth and electronics! But, there should be trucks coming out soon to fix the issues, how do you cope with the slowly creeping chill? Are you the type to snuggle up with someone you care about and huddle down to keep warm? Or are you the type to get the heck out until it’s warm enough to once more inhabit your dwelling?
He'd finished his morning run (which ended up being more of a jog than anything else, seriously ******** all this ice plaguing everything in the city) and was in the middle of taking a shower when the world went dark. Paul's body went rigid when the bathroom's lights flickered and then plunged into a world of black. There were no windows, no gloomy, cloudy days to shed even the dreariest of light into the room and he immediately flipped the water off and listened.
It was growing easier for him to find himself on edge, these days, after that run in with the snake b***h. There wasn't any clamoring and it had just started snowing when he'd gotten home... maybe it was just a normal, everyday inconvenience and not something actually suspect.
Either way, <******** made his opinion known by a series of curses, not that it did anyone any good. The shower door squealed open and the large man, both naked and soaking, blindly felt around for the towel on the nearby rack. Terry fabric was located and soon wrapped around his waist while hands outstretched themselves as he shuffled his way towards what he hoped was the bathroom door.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 9:17 am
Luckily, Noah had been finishing breakfast when the power cut out, flickering across once the kitchen before it blipped out completely. The knobs on the stove were switched over regardless, the gas-lit flame flickering out immediately as he removed the eggs and piled them onto one of the plates he'd previously grabbed before returning the pan back to the stove.
He didn't bother putting anything on the table, because he could hardly see it despite the light filtering in through the windows. A waste of time, especially when he could hear loud cursing above him from his spouse.
Fishing his phone from his back pocket he turned the flashlight app on and used it to illuminate his pathway as he climbed the stairs two at a time.
"Paul?" He called, shining the light towards their bedroom and the master bath within it.
Socked feet padded across the carpeted floor when he paused in the doorway. "You know where we put the candles and s**t?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 9:36 am
He saw the light bouncing in the distance, the bright white light bobbing with every step the lanky redhead made up the staircase. So at least he was accounted for, seemingly not having been too put out from the sudden loss of power.
"Yeah, I'm here." His eyes naturally squinted as the bright phone app flashed across his face, one hand rising to shield from the beam. "Knock that s**t off, you're gonna blin---wait, we have candles?"
Paul: ever the helpful husband.
As the light departed from his face, his frown turned into a scowl as beads of shower water continued to stream down from his hair and down his chest, back, ********, where wasn't it trying to get to? It wouldn't have been all that bad, if the house wasn't quickly growing really goddamn cold with the low temperatures outside and the lack of heat inside.
"Bring that light back," he grunted, "I need a ******** shirt or something, it's goddamn freezing in here."
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 9:56 am
As per usual, there was a scowl on his face when Paul snapped at him. Red brows knitted together and stormy eyes narrowed before he shook his head and diverted the light away from the general direction of the brunette. "Of course we have candles," he hissed, his amicable mood quickly shifting into irritated as his husband displayed the fact that despite being in charge of most of the household chores he had no idea where their in case of power outage things were.
"Whatever, I'll go find them," he declared briskly, turning on his heel and heading back the way he came and stilling at the top of the stairs. "No, figure it out yourself." Purposefully, he flashed the light Paul's way before turning back towards the stairs and descending them with caution.
It took some rummaging through the office room they'd kept on the main floor before he found the drawers with the emergency 3-wick candles and a pair of flashlights, which he tested to make sure the batteries were still good. Collecting three of the candles and the two flashlights in his arms, he brought one into the living room and set it upon the coffee table, lit it, then moved on to the kitchen, where it went atop the kitchen table.
Finally, back up the stairs he went, phone flashlight illuminating his way before he entered the room and cast his gaze towards his husband. "Hurry up, breakfast is going to freeze over with the rate this temperature is dropping and how long it's taking you to get dressed. Christ."
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 10:46 am
The intentional blinding was met with a middle finger and what sounded like a half-growl, half-grunt before Paul was plunged back into the darkness of the bedroom. While this room at least had a window, the bleak winter day provided little more than nothing when it came to lighting up the room. No colors were apparent, as Paul discovered, when he began rummaging through his side of the dresser.
Shirt after shirt got yanked out, along with what he assumed were jeans, from the feel of it. The jeans were tossed back after a second though, fingers searching for any sort of flannel, which of course he couldn't find when he needed it. Sweatpants were located and tossed to the bed, then he rifled through the shirts in a desperate attempt at finding anything that felt reasonably warm, but to no avail.
Huffing to no one in particular, he'd managed to tug the shirt over his damp hair and then start to tug on the sweats when the light returned and, with it, the ginger ******** flashlight illuminated the horrid mess of clothes and towels left in the wake of Paul's blind hunt, but he didn't seem to give two shits either way. The pants were pulled up and he snorted, using the opportunity of the flashlight's presence to make his way towards the doorway before Noah might seize the chance to let him resume stumbling around in the dark.
The temptation to take another pot shot was there, but he swallowed the thought as he made his way towards the younger man. Instead, he shook his head, spraying droplets in all directions as a dog might once wet.
"Surprised you were able to make anything, considering the goddamn timing of it all."
One hand tightening around the banister railing, Paul took his time making his way down the stairs.... partially because he was blind as a bat, partially because he wanted to prolong the journey just to piss Noah off a little bit more.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 11:10 am
The mess of clothing was met with a scowl from the younger Jones who pushed past Paul to set the last candle atop the dresser and lit the wicks. They wouldn't be spending much time in the room, at least until after breakfast had been eaten, but it was the principle of the matter.
"Power went out right after I finished the eggs, besides it's a gas stove." They cooked enough at home that he insisted on gas burners instead of electric for more control over the way meals cooked. He was back out of the room and standing almost directly behind his husband with the two flashlights in his hands. "For ******** sake Paul, take a goddamn flashlight."
One was thrust against his back insistently when Noah shivered. <******** the house was getting colder much faster than he expected. "Christ, of course the god damned power would go out on one of the coldest days of the year." It gave him flashbacks to the incident with the bat and how he couldn't get warm no matter how hard they tried. "Better eat quick, or it's all gonna taste like s**t."
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 11:27 am
Having his back turned to the other man prevented Noah from seeing the incredulous look Paul offered at the implication that he really knew the difference between a gas stove and... well, whatever other kinds of stoves were out there. When he cooked, it came down to whether or not it could be microwaved or not, save for the rare occasion he threw a frozen meal in the oven, instead.
Being knocked at with the flashlight had him grunting (apparently it was going to be a very grunt-filled day), one burly hand reaching back to snatch away the flashlight before it could be used as a thumping weapon again.
Paul didn't bother turning it on, out of sheer spite.
"You're cold? How do you think I feel?"
Heavy, sockless feet made it to the base of the stairs before he finally flicked the flashlight on, guiding him in the direction of the kitchen and the wafting scent of breakfast in the distance. It was getting so goddamn cold that he could have sworn he saw his own breath appear when he exhaled... nah, he was just being a little wet b***h about things, that was impossibly fast for even the cold to do.
In a rare moment of appreciation, though, upon arrival to the dark kitchen he made a point to comment, "Cold or not, your cooking's still pretty good."
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 11:35 am
Of ******** course his a*****e of a spouse would refuse to use the flashlight after bitching about being unable to see. He should have ******** known better. <******** off," he snapped, his mood growing more and more irritable as the time ticked forward. "You wanna be a baby about it fine but you're not getting sympathy from me." Noah went far enough to shove his way past Paul so he was in the kitchen first, moving the plates to the dimly lit table.
Then his dumbass husband had to say something idiotic and one of the plates clattered to the table when his sharp gaze shot Paul's way.
"Pretty good?" He sounded irate. "Fine, ******** cook for yourself from now on." Plates were picked back up and he was en route towards the garbage can to dumb the contents into it.
"Don't worry about it being cold because breakfast has been canceled."
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 11:47 am
He had his flashlight trained in the general direction of the table when Noah'd let one of the plates drop, the sound echoing throughout the silent house. The look he turned and gave Paul almost made the large man turn his flashlight away - ********' scary looking s**t, especially with the shadows, god damn.
Paul Jones knew he'd ******** up when Noah's tone revealed itself. The fact he picked up the food from the table he'd just placed them on was a Bad Sign and the comment about breakfast being cancelled had his larger form immediately moving forward as his stomach growled defiantly.
"What the ******** - kiddo, I said your s**t was good."
Thick fingers wrapped themselves around the slender wrist of his partner in an attempt to get him to stop in his tracks... and save the quickly cooling breakfast from a horrible, trash-related fate.
"Don't be like this. You know I eat the crap outta whatever you make, why are you fussing?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 11:53 am
The second fingers wrapped around his wrist he jerked back, one of the plates flying out of Noah's hand and shattering on the tiles of the kitchen. Eggs spilled all over the floor but the plate of bacon and pancakes somehow managed to stay within his grip even thought he was strongly debating dropping that plate too.
"Pretty good," Noah corrected, giving his husband a dark look before jerking his now empty hand out of his grip. "You can't even cook ramen to save your ******** life, but the s**t I spend time making for you is pretty good." He shook his head, stepping back only to hiss in pain when he stepped on a piece of broken plate.
Down the remaining one went, slamming against the counter as he grabbed a hold of beefy muscular shoulder and lifted his foot to pick out a piece of broken ceramic.
"Just ******** off. I'm going back to bed."
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 12:07 pm
The plate shattered and Paul's stomach let off a crying wail at the loss of their eggs, cold or not. He didn't flinch, not until he watched the redhead stupidly manage to step on the debris he himself had made all over the tile flooring.
“Jesus ******** Christ.”
The rest of their breakfast was abandoned on the countertop but Paul had little opportunity to react as he was currently being used as a goddamn counter himself or some s**t for Noah to grip hold of as he ******** with his hurt foot. Not only that, but bitching about returning to bed on top of everything else.
What a ********’ brat.
Letting out a very heavy sigh, he shoved his flashlight into the other man's hand and then used his free one to lean down and collect the lanky b*****d into his arms.
“If I'm not allowed to eat in the goddamn bed, you're not allowed to bleed in it. We're getting you patched up first and then you can throw your hissyfit.”
With that, he turned on his naked heels and made his way back towards the staircase.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 1:48 pm
He wasn't expecting to be swept off his feet, though he should have. Fingers grasped at the flashlight while grey eyes flicked over irritably to meet violet ones. "Wasn't going to ******** bleed in bed, I'm not an idiot." Something in his tone implied an unspoken like you.
Still, being carried by his muscular husband was doing wonders for his shitty mood as he curled into the man's chest, savoring his warmth despite the dampness of his shirt.
"You need to change," he mumbled, nose pressing against the line of Paul's throat as he inhaled, taking in the scent of the soap the man used. "Gonna get sick wearing this when it's cold."
Why hadn't he fished for a towel or prepped one when he got in the shower?
"M'wearing socks Paulie, don't think it cut me," he mumbled, voice much softer than it was before as he clung to the man's damp shirt.
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 1:36 am
He'd expected the younger man to put up a fuss, maybe kick out or squirm in defiance, at least for the first moment or two. When he didn't, Paul found himself pleasantly surprised, his attitude disarmed by the sudden change in Noah's.
“Let's get you checked out first before we worry about me.”
It took more time than usual to climb the stairs, the older man trying to be more aware of his surroundings to prevent bumping either himself or his spouse against walls while he walked. The head that pressed against his chest pushed the cold fabric of his shirt into his skin even more, causing him to grimace. He felt clammy and miserable enough as it was but there wasn't any sense in worrying the already volatile ginger.
“Little cold ain't gonna hurt your Paulie, baby.”
Tilting his head down, he pressed his lips against the other man's temple as they reached the landing. Another hesitant turn and he was making his way into the bedroom, doing his best to ignore the growing chill threatening to make his teeth chatter.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2017 8:17 am
It was hard to say what cause the switch and change in Noah's mood once he was cradled in Paul's arms. Maybe it was the tender and protective way the man insisted on caring for him because the ginger was usually the one tending to wounds, not the other way around. Or maybe it was the fact that he realized how miserable his spouse had to be in damp clothing that was sticking to him uncomfortably. Then again, maybe it was the fact that they were going up to the bedroom and he hadn't had to stomp off angry and alone.
Once they'd crossed through the doorway, Noah insisted on being set down and his hands were already pushing and tugging at wet fabric to pull it off.
"S'gonna hurt me if you get me all damp too," he huffed, using his own comfort as an excuse to handle Paul's discomfort. "Change first Paulie, then we can worry about me and my foot, okay?" His hands stopped and he leaned in to steal a kiss from his favorite person.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2017 1:17 pm
The hold was relinquished as Noah squirmed his way free, Paul setting the taller man down at his insistence. It only took seconds before slender fingers were going after his shirt, pulling and yanking at the soggy fabric as Noah chided him.
Hands moved to assist him and soon the shirt was tossed off entirely, just in time for Paul to find himself caught off guard by the swift kiss he suddenly received. Instinctively, he reached out to pull the man closer, lengthening the kiss's duration before giving Noah's bottom lip a quick bite.
"If you wanted me out of my clothes, kiddo, all you had to do was ask," he teased, eyebrows arching playfully.
Pants were disposed of in the same manner as the shirt, a naked Paul taking his time wandering back over to the dresser in search of another pair of sweatpants. They weren't the nicest pair by a long shot, but when one was practically blind in their clothing hunt... well, beggars couldn't be choosers.
Tying the strings of his pants together, he let off a visible shudder at how the cold air of the house bothered his still-clammy skin. But priorities were still priorities and Paul could be as equally stubborn as his counterpart.
Ignoring the bathroom door only feet away, he nudged the younger man towards the side of the bed, more or less forcing him to take a seat while Paul knelt at his feet on the ground. Thick fingers wrapped around the socked ankle in question, tugging the limb up for better inspection as he reached up to request the flashlight from its holder.
"Let me at least look," he prodded as fingers hooked around the edge of the sock. "Then we can work on ways to get warm again."
Whatever ways he was inferring to went unspoken as the large, burly man gently slid the sock down his husband's foot.
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