emptynesters | tis the season

[ yeah? how's that working for you? because he's definitely going to act like he's absolutely not stuck because that's just how he works. ]

You wound me.

[ he clutches a bit of fabric over his chest like he's DYING, dying and winking at the same time. how's that trying to walk away yet? ]

[ it's going great, by which he means terribly, because he's definitely also stuck. for the first moment, he tries to fight against whatever invisible compulsion is keeping him in place, in typical Juno Steel fashion — and once that gets him nowhere, he just turns to glare at Nureyev. ]

Did you know this was happening?

[ was this a fucking TRAP?? ]

[ FLATLY: ]

Would I have walked straight into it if I had?

[ ~~yes~~ he glances up just a bit, as if maybe he can squint enough to see whatever's keeping them there like some sort of field forcibly keeping them in place. he's about as much of a fan of this as juno is, he's just handling it with much more aplomb. ]

No, but apparently you'd invite me to walk into it. You really had to share the misery, Black?

[ he's careful to only ever use Nureyev's real name in absolute privacy. he won't be responsible for it getting out, not after Engstrom. not even when he kind of wants to sock Nureyev somewhere damaging but non-vital, i.e. right now. ]

There's gotta be something. The doorframe, or the walls, or... that thing.

[ plant thing. ]

That's what the holiday is supposedly all about, isn't it? Sharing?

[ sigh! he glances up when juno mentions it, a hand settled on his hip as he tilts his head just a little, humming. ]

Mistletoe. [ he gestures upwards a little, maybe reaching for it and barely getting to glance off it to grab it. annoying, normally being tall gets him everything but this is just shy of his reach. ] Though I've never heard of it actually holding people hostage where it's hung.

Maybe not, but why would anything ever be normal around here.

[ sci-fi bullshit around every corner; Rita should trade places with him, she'd love this stream crap. he mirrors Nureyev's pose, hand on his hip. ] Want me to shoot it down?

Are you really sure it's wise to fire off your gun here?

[ seriously juno. ]

I'd rather you didn't. You'll shoot your other eye out.

[ a la a christmas story. but seriously. juno. also what the fuck you two, you are made of sci-fi bullshit stop this. ]

I never knew you had so much faith in me. Well, there's gotta be some way out of this.

[ he's glaring up at the mistletoe like it's personally betrayed him. he could ask the Theia to run a check, but he has a feeling it won't know much. ]

... And it can't be the obvious one. [ except why else would it be mistletoe. ] That's ridiculous even for this place.

[ it's not so much faith as the natural course of physics and shiny surfaces and lasers ~~and a weirdly sentient station that probably won't let your gun fire off a single round anyways~~. ]

Perhaps that's exactly what it wants you to think. [ annnnnnd a wink ] The price of possibly being freed from the doorway doesn't seem all that high if that's the case. And if it doesn't work we'll try something else.

[ this is all proposed innocently! of course! all hadrian black is is innocent!!! he's never done anything wrong! ever! in his entire life!!!!! ]

[ SIGH!!!! he can't believe they're doing this, it's stupid!!! ]

God— alright. Fine, just. Come here—

[ grabbing a fistful of his shirt collar, because if Peter wants to play along with this then he's coming down to Juno's level. ]

[ it's totally stupid, that's why you're going along with it. much to peter's barely detectable delight as juno grabs him by the shirt and yanks him down, a little off balance because despite being able to feel that impulse coming, it's juno. and maybe he just happens to like being thrown off by him still. ]

Well, now, that's the spirit, [ does he ever shut up? rarely, but he will now, letting his hands trail along the collar of juno's shirt, fingers skimming up to cup the bottom of his jaw tenderly before he kisses him.

and it starts off soft, a very light brush of lips against lips before maybe he presses a little further into it. you know. just to make sure he absolutely makes a mess on juno's mouth for his own self-satisfaction like a smug cat that goes around shedding its hair on everything it brushes up against. except this is lipstick and not cat hair. ]

Edited 2017-12-14 13:52 (UTC)

[ every time Peter kisses him, it's the same little match-strike spark in his head, not burning but still enough to keep warm by. he's absolutely hopeless for him, he knows that; sighing into the first soft press of his mouth, and utterly content to let Peter smear lipstick on him as if everyone in the Nest needs a neon sign to let them know what Juno's been up to.

when the kiss is done and they separate to draw breath, he doesn't let go of Peter's shirt. ]

Hm. [ he's thinking. ] Still not sure I can move yet.

[ look, he doesn't need an excuse to be kissed, but he HAS one. ]

[ the enthusiasm doesn't go unnoticed, peter eats up every noise with a hum of his own, pressing in close just towards the tail end of it, feeling juno pull away just enough to keep them eye to eye. there's a very much detectable swell of thrill that washes through him as he lets his hands find purchase down by juno's waist. he holds them there softly, thumbing just against his ribs as he steps even closer. ]

My apologies, [ leaning in, the soft brush of the tip of his nose sending his entire brain keening from such a simple little gesture. ] I believe that was entirely my fault. Let me try once more, hm?

[ this time a little deeper, not so much testing as primed and ready to go, the touch of juno's mouth to his like key to ignition, fuel to hungry flame that he doesn't waste time dancing around but kissing like he wants to offer himself up for immolation. if a car's engine rev is a sign of just how eager it is to get out on the road, peter nureyev is a sleek cherry red thing that just needs a lovetap to the accelerator before it kicks off. ]

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