If I Lay Here
who ; Barricade and Bonecrusher
what ; Barricade muses on the situation he's gotten into with Bonecrusher
where ; Axiom Nexus, Bonecrusher's place
when ; Human Event, post-"First time" as humans
warning(s) ; n/a
This… had not quite gone the way Barricade has expected. Then again, should he really have expected it to, with everything having gone so crossways lately?
Okay, so he had expected Bonecrusher - as human as the Saleen was - to eventually storm in (knocking over Barricade’s broken door. Again.), naked and demand to know what exactly that was and what it did. And Barricade had the answers but the conversation went instantaneously awkward.
And then he tried to demonstrate, with Bonecrusher’s that.
And then Bonecrusher decided to try it on Barricade’s that.
And somehow Barricade had ended up naked too. On the mattress he’d gotten for ‘Crusher.
Splayed on top of the other man in question, sweaty and trying to get control of his overly-rapid breathing. Trying to process what just happened was not getting far, aside from ‘that was absolutely nothing like those videos on the internet. Those liars.’
It didn’t help that Bonecrusher was distracting him by alternately rubbing his shoulder blades - which tingled deliciously - and running a hand through his hair, which had been freed from the severe slicked-back approach Barricade had been taking with it. Hairspray just doesn’t hold up to… what they had done.
’Having sex’ was too bland and ‘making love’ was too sappy and ‘interfacing’… doesn’t exactly sound right with organics.
He eventually dared a look at the larger mech - man - who was looking right back at him and whose brows were furrowed, much to Barricade’s confusion. “Something up?” he inquires with a low rasp in his voice. Sometimes it doesn’t pay to be the vocal one. There’s a pause before he grimaces a little. Bad wording. Very bad. “Something wrong?” he corrects.
Crusher seems startled by the accusations and immediately fixes his face into a frown, before grousing, “No.” He still hasn’t stop rubbing Barricade’s shoulders - in fact he thinks the MPV might have started doing it more - which is starting to make him squirm a little, embarrassingly enough. If the idea was to shut him up or to make him start rocking his hips against Bonecrusher’s thigh, it’s working.
That fragger.
He leans up and bites the skin on Bonecrusher’s collarbone, earning a grunt and a low growl. “Cut that out, Skater Boy,” he mutters low in warning. Barricade wriggles to settle up against him again, nudging his head in against the other’s neck eventually. At least Crusher does as he asked, feeling his big arms wrap around Barricade’s waist.
With anyone else, Barricade would have kicked them out by now. Even human he should stick to his guns with that, he thinks. But… he likes Bonecrusher. He’d talked sense when Barricade had been losing it over Frenzy, and he’d seen Barricade’s nastier half and hadn’t shied from it. He’d kept him from having a complete break down over this. And that is worth. Everything. To him.
And he likes being held like this by him. Surrounded, instead of trapped like he usually feels. Safe for a little while.
His lips press lightly to the other’s neck, and Bonecrusher lets out a low, sleepy rumble. He shifts his head a little, ear pressed lightly to the other’s neck to listen for his pulse, eyes closing. Maybe if he listens close enough he’ll hear it. Or at least shut out everything else so the world’s just them, together, for a little while.
what ; Barricade muses on the situation he's gotten into with Bonecrusher
where ; Axiom Nexus, Bonecrusher's place
when ; Human Event, post-"First time" as humans
warning(s) ; n/a
This… had not quite gone the way Barricade has expected. Then again, should he really have expected it to, with everything having gone so crossways lately?
Okay, so he had expected Bonecrusher - as human as the Saleen was - to eventually storm in (knocking over Barricade’s broken door. Again.), naked and demand to know what exactly that was and what it did. And Barricade had the answers but the conversation went instantaneously awkward.
And then he tried to demonstrate, with Bonecrusher’s that.
And then Bonecrusher decided to try it on Barricade’s that.
And somehow Barricade had ended up naked too. On the mattress he’d gotten for ‘Crusher.
Splayed on top of the other man in question, sweaty and trying to get control of his overly-rapid breathing. Trying to process what just happened was not getting far, aside from ‘that was absolutely nothing like those videos on the internet. Those liars.’
It didn’t help that Bonecrusher was distracting him by alternately rubbing his shoulder blades - which tingled deliciously - and running a hand through his hair, which had been freed from the severe slicked-back approach Barricade had been taking with it. Hairspray just doesn’t hold up to… what they had done.
’Having sex’ was too bland and ‘making love’ was too sappy and ‘interfacing’… doesn’t exactly sound right with organics.
He eventually dared a look at the larger mech - man - who was looking right back at him and whose brows were furrowed, much to Barricade’s confusion. “Something up?” he inquires with a low rasp in his voice. Sometimes it doesn’t pay to be the vocal one. There’s a pause before he grimaces a little. Bad wording. Very bad. “Something wrong?” he corrects.
Crusher seems startled by the accusations and immediately fixes his face into a frown, before grousing, “No.” He still hasn’t stop rubbing Barricade’s shoulders - in fact he thinks the MPV might have started doing it more - which is starting to make him squirm a little, embarrassingly enough. If the idea was to shut him up or to make him start rocking his hips against Bonecrusher’s thigh, it’s working.
That fragger.
He leans up and bites the skin on Bonecrusher’s collarbone, earning a grunt and a low growl. “Cut that out, Skater Boy,” he mutters low in warning. Barricade wriggles to settle up against him again, nudging his head in against the other’s neck eventually. At least Crusher does as he asked, feeling his big arms wrap around Barricade’s waist.
With anyone else, Barricade would have kicked them out by now. Even human he should stick to his guns with that, he thinks. But… he likes Bonecrusher. He’d talked sense when Barricade had been losing it over Frenzy, and he’d seen Barricade’s nastier half and hadn’t shied from it. He’d kept him from having a complete break down over this. And that is worth. Everything. To him.
And he likes being held like this by him. Surrounded, instead of trapped like he usually feels. Safe for a little while.
His lips press lightly to the other’s neck, and Bonecrusher lets out a low, sleepy rumble. He shifts his head a little, ear pressed lightly to the other’s neck to listen for his pulse, eyes closing. Maybe if he listens close enough he’ll hear it. Or at least shut out everything else so the world’s just them, together, for a little while.