Room 227 [Saturday Night]

[bridge_carson]

The nice thing about a keypad lock? No fumbling for keys while being distracted by something- or, well, someone- else.

[NWS, yo]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Well, yes.

Jeans and boxers out of the way, Bridge kisses Xander, first on the lips, and then trailing down his jaw, collarbone, chest... well, you can guess what direction he's heading, here.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander wonders if whimpers count as talking, then remembers he hasn't actually been told not to do that.

What, he's supposed to be thinking clearly right now?

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, we can fix that," Bridge murmurs thoughtfully- referring, of course, to the no-talking thing, and not the lack of clear thinking. "Shhh," he whispers, pressing a finger to his lips.

[soldtoarmenians]

zomg unfair! Xander thinks, except really it isn't, nor is he exactly hating the fact that now he doesn't have to worry about what stream of nonsense will pour out of his mouth if he lets himself open it.

The wriggling thing hasn't really stopped, but he's trying, dammit.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And Bridge appreciates the effort, really.

[soldtoarmenians]

Apparently, yes. Xander appreciates the ...appreciation. Or at least the directly tangible effects of it.

In the position he's in, there's not much else he can do besides appreciate. Aside from whimper a little more despite the effort to shhh.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Of course, the fact that Bridge's trail of kisses has now reached the intended destination probably isn't helping with the remaining quiet part.

[soldtoarmenians]

No, it's really, really not. Like 'oh hey wow are these walls thin' not.

Biting his tongue helps. A little.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And speaking of tongues? Bridge's is currently very, very busy right now.

[soldtoarmenians]

Yeeeeeeah, the holding still thing? Xander so loses. No cookies for him.