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Tomorrow we're gonna use your muscles.

[ He has some wood stacks to move and he wouldn't say no to help.

A sideways glance later and he's not sure how much Fabian's got in him tonight for much of anything else. Probably just bed and dealing with whatever hangover shows up tomorrow. ]

Right now you seem like you need to sleep, though.

[ They're just up the road from Alyson's house. Soon enough he's pulling onto the drive and killing the engine, looking across at Fabian in the dark. ]

How quiet are you gonna be?

My muscles... Which muscles would those be?

[A small smile pulls at his lip as he tries half-heartedly for innuendo, but his eyes are closed, and his tone is detached and dreamy. So, correct, it does seem like he needs to sleep.]

Soooo quiet... I told you... Smallest mouse of all time... Ant-sized mouse...

[But leaving this little cocoon of warmth sounds terrible. Five more minutes... (Smack him)]

Shut up.

[ Tyler is laughing though in the quiet, dark warmth of the truck cab. He does poke Fabian's shoulder for good measure and then hops out when he's satisfied Fabian thinks he'll be quiet as a mouse.

Through sheer will of wanting to get back to bed himself, Tyler harasses the other man as quietly as possible through the house, discarding coat, boots and then bundling Fabian towards the bed he's just gotten out of not 15 minutes earlier.

At least the bedroom door is shut now. Though whether he'll have to apologize to Alyson tomorrow for any noise is up in the air. ]

Get your ass into bed.

[ He's already in his PJs - just a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Socks still on. ]

[Fabian groans as he stumbles out of the truck into the cold, frowning the whole way into the house. He does focus hard on being quiet, and he's oddly good at it. Probably because he's had a lot of practice, and his dexterity is so high when he's not drunk that some of it manages to carry over. Getting his boots off is the hardest part, and that's the only time he stumbles a bit, catching himself on the wall.

He follows Tyler closely, closer than is really necessary.

He doesn't need to be told twice to get into bed, and he rather likes being bossed around like that. He discards his own jacket and takes off his belt before collapsing into the bed and wiggling under the covers, exhaling another shiver and seeking out Tyler's body heat.]

I think I'm going to die, Tyler... [He whispers. Melodrama.] Save me.

[ It's not surprising they end up a tangle of limbs, especially since Tyler actually tries to get comfortable and then gives up as Fabian chases every scrap of body heat he can find. The cold seeps though Tyler's pajamas and he shivers briefly before tamping down the edges of his blankets. ]

You're gonna die if you don't stop talking and go to sleep.

[ Not really a sharp statement but Tyler was ready for sleep before the excursion into town to pick up this drunk dummy. ]

Saving you... from yourself.

[Fabian's arms wrap around the smaller man's waist reflexively, drawing him close, his chin curling around his shoulder.]

Are you threatening me?

[Still whispering. He sounds maybe a bit excited at the prospect.]

My hero...

[He sighs dreamily. But then, he gets closer to Tyler's ear, and his tone comes above a whisper, to a low, suggestive murmur.]

Do not act like I forced you... You could have ignored me. I'm a grown man, I'd have found my way.

[Tyler could have told him to fuck off and sent him the address of a hotel. But he didn't. He went out of his way to come get him and bring him here, into his bed.]

[ The low, suggestive murmur against his ear does the opposite of lulling him into a relaxed slumber. Instead a thread of heat works through him right to his core and he shivers again, this time not because he's cold.

Still, he's stubborn enough to pretend like he's not already getting turned on just from the other man's proximity and voice. ]

Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?

I don't have to convince either of us, Tyler.

[It's strange, perhaps scary, how quickly Fabian flips from silly drunk to... Whatever this is. Dark and seductive like a siren. He even surprises himself sometimes.

His hand moves slowly at Tyler's waist, palm sliding across his middle, fingertips slipping just under the hem of his shirt.]

We both know.

What do you think we know?

[ Tyler's skin tingles where Fabian touches, his skin warm beneath his pajamas. The slight bite of those cold fingertips provide enough sensation in this context it's erotic over anything else.

It's the middle of the night but Tyler has a pretty good idea of how much sleep he won't be getting anytime soon. ]

[He huffs a soft laugh. He's still just a lad, naive enough that he wants Fabian to say the quiet part out loud. Maybe he shouldn't be doing this, stealing what remains of Tyler's innocence or what have you, but it's difficult to stop.]

We both know you wanted me here, in your bed.

[ Tyler hums as if he's considering that not as a statement of fact but as an opinion. It's his last shred of trying to be cool about this. As if he's not very aware of every part of his body and where it is in relation to every part of Fabian's body. ]

Interesting theory.

[ As if he's also not already getting wet at the fact Fabian is in his bed. ]

Theory?

[Another laugh.]

I am not a man of theories.

[His hand slips fully under Tyler's shirt, palm flat and sliding over his belly button.]

I dropped out of school when I was thirteen. I only know what I can see with my eyes and touch with my hands.

[ Tyler tries to keep his breathing steady even as Fabian's palm presses against his stomach. Easier said than done when his whole body is on the verge of crying out for more. Keeping the smart comments coming is way more difficult like this. ]

Kinda dark in here, so... guess it's all... on your, um. Hands.

[He cracks a grin as he realizes Tyler is getting a little flustered.]

Would you like me to stop, Tyler?

[His tone doesn't change much, but he does want to give him an out if he needs one.]

No.

[ That answer is sharper an more urgent, Tyler squirming against Fabian like if he stops somebody might die. And Fabian's not wrong at all. Tyler did and does want the man in his bed. ]

Don't stop.

[Fabian's brows lift at that response, and his grin opens, unnaturally white canine teeth gleaming in the dark.]

Well, that was a quick change of tune.

[The urge to take him aggressively is there, but he thinks Tyler deserves a little more teasing, for his stubbornness. He moves in a little closer, taking Tyler's earlobe between his teeth, flicking at it with his tongue as he nips it. At the same time, his hand travels up toward the smaller man's sternum.]

[ Despite his body aching for more, Tyler does manage to huff out a laugh and Fabian's commentary. He's stubborn but when it suits him he can get with the program.

Fabian's hands are warming up enough at least that they're not so cold against his skin. And he's resting the urge to push himself into those touches desperately. ]

If you're gonna keep me up, better make it good.

Oh, a challenge... I'm ever so intimidated.

[Make it good? Don't make him laugh...

But Fabian cannot shy away from a challenge, which is likely exactly what his bedmate wanted; to goad him so as not to have to admit how much he wants this. His hand wanders back down to Tyler's waist, his hip. He grips there, sudden and strong, pulling him onto his side to face Fabian. He leans into the crook of his neck and kisses there, open-mouthed and skillful, using suction and teeth to tease at his skin.]

[ Unable to hold back the sharp breath out as Fabian's mouth presses hot against his neck, Tyler commits enough that he lifts his chin, jaw and neck more exposed.

For somebody who has very little experience in this area, he's decided that he wants to have this type of connection with Fabian. So for all the teasing and feisty demands, he really is putting himself in the man's hands in a way that makes him feel vulnerable. ]

Counting on you to rise to the challenge.

[ His own fingers, having woven into Fabian's shirt, then hook gently onto one of his gold chains. ]

[He's in good hands. Fabian is well aware that Tyler is younger and less experienced, and as slutty as he may be, he values consent and personal autonomy above all else.

He doesn't respond to the banter, because he's in the zone now. It's him and Tyler's body, and he's only paying attention to the sounds his partner is making, the cues he's giving. He continues to work at Tyler's neck hungrily, his hand travelling up his back under his shirt, pressing their bodies closer together. He kisses up to his ear, biting the lobe of it again.

He then pulls back enough to look Tyler in the eyes, his own pupils blown wide. Checking in.]

How is it so far?

[ It takes a second for Tyler's eyes to crack open again from where they'd fluttered shut. His touch senses doing far more for him than his sight is, he figured not trying to stare at Fabian in the dark was probably the right choice, and his brain capacity is diminishing by the second.

He looks slightly surprised at the question. As if not expecting to be asked. And he can feel a level of care in the question that doesn't feel like it can be faked. ]

Making me glad I came and got you. It feels good. But... I might explode...

[He left his tone open enough that Tyler could use it as an opportunity to give early feedback on his performance, if he'd rather be cheeky than sincere, but in truth he does just want to know that he's okay and enjoying himself.]

Oh no, not an explosion!

[He laughs with surprise. That is not what he was expecting Tyler to say, but he supposes it makes sense.]

Don't worry. I think I can handle it.

[With that he kisses Tyler's lips, gently, cradling his face with one hand.]

[ Tyler's kisses are soft at first, and at least he knows how to do this much. But they soon turn hungry, a yearning heat and desire fueling him. He could deny it until he's blue in the face but it's clear he wants Fabian.

He slides his leg up the outside of Fabian's, knee settling at his hip as he drapes a leg over and rocks against the other man almost imperceptibly. This he has less firm ideas about but he feels like if he doesn't find some friction for his clit soon he will die, and that's not at all dramatic. ]

[He knew that desire was there, despite Tyler's attempts to hide it, but as it becomes more obvious, it's drawn out of Fabian in kind. His own drunken, numbed body is waking up, and he makes a soft, deep moan into Tyler's mouth, like he's just tasted something delicious.

He shifts to slide his thigh between Tyler's legs, grinding his hips up against him to provide him some pressure. He groans as his own cock presses up against Tyler at the same time. His hand moves to the back of Tyler's head, clasping it, digging his fingertips in to deepen their kiss impossibly more.]

[ Hips rocking against Fabian's thigh, the fabric of his pajamas and boxers is just thin enough that even the first taste of delightful friction forces a gasp from Tyler. As if the surge of pleasure has caught him way off-guard.

He grins a little bashfully at that, eyes dropping to look at Fabian's mouth blurrily before diving back in for another kiss, tasting the remnants of alcohol on those lips. ]

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YESSS tell him tyler

Tyler is feisty sometimes and this is one of those times

good for him

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cw: nsfw

stares at every thread on this post... closes my eyes... yes that

lmao Fabian getting very lucky is tonight's topic

he does not deserve it

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