"I guess stuff like that comes in handy when you can't just pop," and he snapped his fingers in between box openings, "somewhere else. Don't much have to worry about muggers. Or whatever it is you're worried about miles above the ground in Lucy."
It was Lucy, right? Dudley scratched his head. Yeah, like the song. The blue fluffed under his fingers instead of meeting the absent movement with stiffened peaks. Damn it anyway. Desmond had had a chance to clean up but here he was, about to head on their date smelling like the inside of a coffee bean with his usual spikes looking deflated as a week-old birthday balloon.
"Pigeons toting lasers or some shit," he finished quickly, dropping his hand to the top of the next box.
Because Desmond was right: it was Las Ballenas, after all. Who the fuck knew what would spring up as an experiment out of the college grounds--or city proper?
Slamming the door behind him instead of giving Desmond a yay or nay on the nicknames, Dudley followed him aboard his ship. Trying not to stare, staring anyway. He'd only ever seen the outside--shiny enough--and the back holding area, which was now vacant of boxes. He'd never had an excuse to look closer, and hadn't had the time to needle the delivery guy with questions about fuel usage and how well it handled.
He didn't now either, despite the closer look at dozens of what looked to be *actual* bells and whistles. With work off his shoulders, he had less of a need to sate his curiosity and more of a need to shake off every single fucking ounce of stress. Immediately. Pizza and beer would be a good start, but who knew how long they'd be in the air or how long it took to cook pizza from scratch--not microwaved or ordered in--which was apparently the deal for this date.
Dudley frowned. "You drink beer, right?"
A wish flitted through his head that he'd thought to grab the six-pack which was pretty much the only thing sitting in his languishing fridge. Should still have been cool, even with the power out, as he'd packed it with ice and the thing was airtight. He knew he was supposed to be humoring Desmond for the ride--it was proper for a date, he figured. And since he didn't know where the other man's warehouse was, necessary. It wasn't like he could do it once the ship moved. If he tried to jump home and then back he'd probably wind up in a vacant cloud.
As far as burning energy went, sky diving via an ill-timed 'port wasn't on the list.
Sex could be. He shrugged, trying to ease the stress from his shoulders in small, nonchalant movements and feeling awkward as hell standing next to a guy he'd only started to get to know and thinking about the lube in his bag.
After pizza. Dinner first. Maybe some talking. Desmond's lips against his own, his fingers plundering his hair...
With the recent memory of their steamy kiss flooding to the forefront of his mind, Dudley decided to ask about the ship after all. "Does this thing have an auto-pilot?"
It was Lucy, right? Dudley scratched his head. Yeah, like the song. The blue fluffed under his fingers instead of meeting the absent movement with stiffened peaks. Damn it anyway. Desmond had had a chance to clean up but here he was, about to head on their date smelling like the inside of a coffee bean with his usual spikes looking deflated as a week-old birthday balloon.
"Pigeons toting lasers or some shit," he finished quickly, dropping his hand to the top of the next box.
Because Desmond was right: it was Las Ballenas, after all. Who the fuck knew what would spring up as an experiment out of the college grounds--or city proper?
Slamming the door behind him instead of giving Desmond a yay or nay on the nicknames, Dudley followed him aboard his ship. Trying not to stare, staring anyway. He'd only ever seen the outside--shiny enough--and the back holding area, which was now vacant of boxes. He'd never had an excuse to look closer, and hadn't had the time to needle the delivery guy with questions about fuel usage and how well it handled.
He didn't now either, despite the closer look at dozens of what looked to be *actual* bells and whistles. With work off his shoulders, he had less of a need to sate his curiosity and more of a need to shake off every single fucking ounce of stress. Immediately. Pizza and beer would be a good start, but who knew how long they'd be in the air or how long it took to cook pizza from scratch--not microwaved or ordered in--which was apparently the deal for this date.
Dudley frowned. "You drink beer, right?"
A wish flitted through his head that he'd thought to grab the six-pack which was pretty much the only thing sitting in his languishing fridge. Should still have been cool, even with the power out, as he'd packed it with ice and the thing was airtight. He knew he was supposed to be humoring Desmond for the ride--it was proper for a date, he figured. And since he didn't know where the other man's warehouse was, necessary. It wasn't like he could do it once the ship moved. If he tried to jump home and then back he'd probably wind up in a vacant cloud.
As far as burning energy went, sky diving via an ill-timed 'port wasn't on the list.
Sex could be. He shrugged, trying to ease the stress from his shoulders in small, nonchalant movements and feeling awkward as hell standing next to a guy he'd only started to get to know and thinking about the lube in his bag.
After pizza. Dinner first. Maybe some talking. Desmond's lips against his own, his fingers plundering his hair...
With the recent memory of their steamy kiss flooding to the forefront of his mind, Dudley decided to ask about the ship after all. "Does this thing have an auto-pilot?"
Dreams come in a size too big so we can grow into them.
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