[ ’I’d love you here. Can I hold you?’ And Treavor’s struck to daft silence again, because holy shit, those are words he (likes to hear) (has wanted to hear) (has maybe dreamed a little bit of hearing) (words he could exist for) maybe needed, probably needed, someone - this specific someone, who melts Treavor’s spine with a glance - telling him he’s wanted, welcome. Someone asking him close, just for. Just to be held? Someone else looking for a lingering clasp, maybe, not only here and briefly wildly (absently) together and gone.
He’d love to be held.
And doesn’t being held by this man, doesn’t nestling close to this man, change the color of his day? Turns everything from nausea from resentment from disconnected gray into vibrance, into something worth watching, worth living.
And to ask like that, after brushing light against Treavor’s cheek (a caress Treavor feels still, thinks he’ll feel for days to come, careful and unhesitant and right, he feels right and cared for when Alice touches him), after treating Treavor’s hand with such care (settling it down on the soft of Alice’s shirt and stomach and yeah, this guy feels good and that fuckin shirt’s at perfect-shirt stage), after dizzying Treavor with fingers through his hair and after that sound again, that contented purr again…
Of course ‘yes.’ Of course the answer is ‘yes,’ how could he want anything other than to wiggle his way closer? (This man calls him soft and it doesn’t sting. Feels like a blessing, like something Treavor has to offer, far removed from the soft that signals failure, weakness. Alice calls him soft, and Treavor wraps himself around the word, finds he likes it, finds it’s safe here, and of course it’s safe here, and hey wait a second, wait a second, what’s he doing so far from Alice when Alice has just beckoned him on up, when he could be next to and against Alice? Pshh, he’s been sitting here like a sucker!
But not anymore! ]
Yeah!
[ There’s not a lot of grace in the way he spills himself onto the hammock, briefly aware of how far south this could go, of how he’s always had shit for balance and this thing isn’t steady and oh fuck what if he tips it what if he ruins that good stretch Alice has got going, a series of worries he hushes by burrowing up against Alice, as close as he can, because if they’re in the same place and if he follows Alice’s lead, they should be okay, right?
And. Hey. He’s close to Alice now! Danger’s been averted, and now he can look over - he does look over - and see those blue blue eyes so close, can venture to brush back a few strands of auburn hair. And now that Treavor’s here, maybe he can stay here forever. Maybe he’ll have to! Maybe it’ll be just the two of them swaying here with nobody to interrupt them.
It’s a nice thought. It’s not a bad idea, at all.
And Treavor’s smiling at Alice, grinning at Alice. ]
Well now you’ve got me. Your soft guy.
[ Tracing two fingers along Alice’s jaw, through that precisely-kept beard, soft with a little rough, not everyone can pull off a beard, but fuck, this guy owns it. ]
I dunno if you should be a gentleman, though. Think I heard they prefer blondes, and I—
[ He gives a toss his hair lightly, playfully, careful not to knock Alice’s fingers aside. ]
I’ve never been a blonde in my life!
[ There’s a little pout with that, a faux-imploring look, as if asking Alice, oh please, accept this man in all of his non-blondeness! ]
The rabbit thing I can work with. Cause hey, hey, Alice? I’ve got a secret for you. A very lucky secret for you!
[ And, watching the guy very seriously - the stone-calm serious expression of a very serious guy who— Okay, a very serious guy who can’t help loosing a flickered grin; just look at Alice, just shift a little a feel the actuality of Alice against him, Jesus fuck this is good, so whatever, never mind the serious guy ploy, Treavor’s just gonna have to grin with that secret.
Grin and wink because, you know. In for the penny, in for the thousand-dollar dork. ]
I’m a genuine cuddlebunny.
[ And just to prove his point - just to show he knows what he’s talking about! - Treavor buries his head into Alice’s neck, wrapping an arm around Alice and curling in a little, getting a genuine full-body cuddle attack!
(Gentle attack. Heedful attack. An attack that gets Treavor twined around Alice, maybe; that absolutely draws Treavor closer, and fuck, just, fuck, he’s giddy all over.) ]
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He’d love to be held.
And doesn’t being held by this man, doesn’t nestling close to this man, change the color of his day? Turns everything from nausea from resentment from disconnected gray into vibrance, into something worth watching, worth living.
And to ask like that, after brushing light against Treavor’s cheek (a caress Treavor feels still, thinks he’ll feel for days to come, careful and unhesitant and right, he feels right and cared for when Alice touches him), after treating Treavor’s hand with such care (settling it down on the soft of Alice’s shirt and stomach and yeah, this guy feels good and that fuckin shirt’s at perfect-shirt stage), after dizzying Treavor with fingers through his hair and after that sound again, that contented purr again…
Of course ‘yes.’ Of course the answer is ‘yes,’ how could he want anything other than to wiggle his way closer? (This man calls him soft and it doesn’t sting. Feels like a blessing, like something Treavor has to offer, far removed from the soft that signals failure, weakness. Alice calls him soft, and Treavor wraps himself around the word, finds he likes it, finds it’s safe here, and of course it’s safe here, and hey wait a second, wait a second, what’s he doing so far from Alice when Alice has just beckoned him on up, when he could be next to and against Alice? Pshh, he’s been sitting here like a sucker!
But not anymore! ]
Yeah!
[ There’s not a lot of grace in the way he spills himself onto the hammock, briefly aware of how far south this could go, of how he’s always had shit for balance and this thing isn’t steady and oh fuck what if he tips it what if he ruins that good stretch Alice has got going, a series of worries he hushes by burrowing up against Alice, as close as he can, because if they’re in the same place and if he follows Alice’s lead, they should be okay, right?
And. Hey. He’s close to Alice now! Danger’s been averted, and now he can look over - he does look over - and see those blue blue eyes so close, can venture to brush back a few strands of auburn hair. And now that Treavor’s here, maybe he can stay here forever. Maybe he’ll have to! Maybe it’ll be just the two of them swaying here with nobody to interrupt them.
It’s a nice thought. It’s not a bad idea, at all.
And Treavor’s smiling at Alice, grinning at Alice. ]
Well now you’ve got me. Your soft guy.
[ Tracing two fingers along Alice’s jaw, through that precisely-kept beard, soft with a little rough, not everyone can pull off a beard, but fuck, this guy owns it. ]
I dunno if you should be a gentleman, though. Think I heard they prefer blondes, and I—
[ He gives a toss his hair lightly, playfully, careful not to knock Alice’s fingers aside. ]
I’ve never been a blonde in my life!
[ There’s a little pout with that, a faux-imploring look, as if asking Alice, oh please, accept this man in all of his non-blondeness! ]
The rabbit thing I can work with. Cause hey, hey, Alice? I’ve got a secret for you. A very lucky secret for you!
[ And, watching the guy very seriously - the stone-calm serious expression of a very serious guy who— Okay, a very serious guy who can’t help loosing a flickered grin; just look at Alice, just shift a little a feel the actuality of Alice against him, Jesus fuck this is good, so whatever, never mind the serious guy ploy, Treavor’s just gonna have to grin with that secret.
Grin and wink because, you know. In for the penny, in for the thousand-dollar dork. ]
I’m a genuine cuddlebunny.
[ And just to prove his point - just to show he knows what he’s talking about! - Treavor buries his head into Alice’s neck, wrapping an arm around Alice and curling in a little, getting a genuine full-body cuddle attack!
(Gentle attack. Heedful attack. An attack that gets Treavor twined around Alice, maybe; that absolutely draws Treavor closer, and fuck, just, fuck, he’s giddy all over.) ]