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[meca]

are you busy?

[chrisisofaith]

not until later. what's up?

[meca]

i miss your hair 😢

[chrisisofaith]

aw! poor dear

do you want me to come put my head in your lap?
i thought you liked it better the other way

[meca]

can't i like both?

[chrisisofaith]

you certainly can.
you could even have both. we could trade.

where

[meca]

my place?
unless you have somewhere you prefer

[chrisisofaith]

your place

did you ever finish that moat?

[meca]

yea
it's got fish and everything

[chrisisofaith]

definitely gonna have to come see that too.
anything dangerous or can i like run my hand through it as i pass overhead?

[meca]

piranhas
but you should be fine

[chrisisofaith]

i'll be sure not to take a dip

i'll see you soon. front door this time, i'm taking the bike

[meca]

kk

( oliver will make himself comfortable in the window, then. one of the front ones has had it's screen pushed out, sill wide enough that oliver can sit on it comfortably with one leg resting on the sill, and one hanging outside the window. the weather's not total shit, which clearly makes this an ideal place to lounge while waiting for someone to show up. )

Sorry for the delay!

[chrisisofaith]

[It's a perfect place and Chris smiles to himself as he pulls up in front of the house (and over the moat which catches a brief if curious glance.) He dismounts a few feet from the window and walks to Oli, a hand bracing just in front of the witch's leg on the sil as he leans in a bit.]

Tell me, fine sir, how much is the witch in the window worth for a bit of time?

no worries!

[meca]

( he still gives that bike a high score of probably one of the coolest things he's ever modded. second to pierce's car, of course, but. still up there. when it approaches, oliver watches it drive over the little bridge keeping the cottage accessible for those on the other side of the moat (when they feel like letting the bridge fall across it at least). watches as chris walks up, too, little smile growing at the corners of his lips.

and when chris leans in closer, oliver raises both hands to thread fingers into the blond curls just behind chris' ears. slouches over so his lips almost touch chris' nose. )

I'm very expensive. But I think you can afford it.

[chrisisofaith]

[It's very easy to just be in Oliver's space again, to lean into his presence and touch and when he's in close like that, it's very easy to angle his face up to meet him and press their lips together.

It's softer than he'd maybe intended, but he doesn't try to change it. The hand not bracing his weight moves up to trail his fingers over his friend's leg.]

Whatever the ticket, I've no doubt you'd be worth the cost. Trouble always is.

[Which he will absolutely follow up with a sharper kiss that leaves a stinging nip on Oli's lower lip. They'd only talked about hair petting, but how could he resist the temptation of at least making out? Impossible, honestly.]

[meca]

( he likes chris in close. likes the feel of his hair between his fingers, chris' lips against his own. everything has felt so--shitty lately. shitty for the last while. it's hard to look at the positive when a good chunk of people he used to hang out with just up and disappeared and the dynamic of everything has shifted.

but chris is still here, and oliver's giving a small smile against his lips, legs spreading to leave plenty of room for him to come right up between them.

gives a soft little sigh when teeth dig into his lower lip, before he's yanking chris' head up, leaning in for a deeper kiss. they can talk about trouble later; making out is clearly more important. )

[chrisisofaith]

[There's a quiet invitation in the spread of his friend's legs and Chris moves between them to better put his hands at Oli's hips. Especially when his hair is suddenly yanked on and it takes everything in him not to suddenly reach for more. Well, more than what he can't help like the moan of pleasure into Oliver's mouth and the slip of tongues against each other as he pulls his companion sharply against him by the hips in a bid for simple friction.

Making out and maybe a little grinding...absolutely not the desperate hello tasting Oliver often brings out in him. It's longing as much as it is simple desire and enjoyment of the feeling of him. Too many memories still float in the background, but he doesn't let them get in the way of the focus Oli deserves.

Kisses to lips switch to kisses down jaw and neck for Chris to suck a mark on the column of skin, one he puts earnest effort into rather than any necrotic magic to make the bruise darker or last longer. He's seen more than enough necrotic magic on this man's neck, Chris' had no business adding to it.]