Room 121 [Thursday Night]

[bridge_carson]

Even though he hadn't been the one saying goodbye to everyone, the day had still been kind of tiring, from an emotional point of view. The fashion show in the fifth floor common room had provided an... interesting change of pace, at least.

But now it was much later, and the door was closed and it was just the two of them.

[ooc: for... well. i should hope that's obvious. also nws omg.]

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander shifts back on his elbows and scoots up the bed a bit. He glances over towards the nightstand for... well, there are Things which are occasionally useful for This among Other Things, not that he's really had the need to use them for This in quite a while due to an abundance of Other Things. Which is a hell of a long drawn-out euphemistic way to not just think lube, he reflects as he reaches for it.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And Bridge absolutely does not snicker at that train of thought. For one thing, it's not like he's much better with the whole euphemism thing. For another, it'd kind of ruin the mood and all.

[soldtoarmenians]

Funny how now there's more oxygen in his brain than Xander especially needs. Which is to say that because the idea of doing this is kind of hot and awkward at the same time, the this in question seems to be a little confused as to whether it's supposed to be bogarting most of the available blood supply in his body or not.

That's what hands are for, though. Or, well, hand.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge fidgets slightly, for the briefest moment wondering just whose idea this whole "watch but don't touch" thing was in the first place.

Oh, right. His.

So he watches.

[soldtoarmenians]

"You do know if you keep looking at me like that, this isn't gonna last very long, don't you?"

He's...prettyreally not kidding. The second he looked up from what he was doing and caught the way Bridge was looking at what he was doing, there was no question of the What in question being remotely confused about what it was supposed to be doing.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Sorry?" Bridge says, blinking and sounding... not really all that apologetic.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yeah, you..." Possibly there's further oxygen issues than just the brain ones. "...sound..." And it's really not going to last very long if Xander doesn't do something about it, so he closes his eyes, and stills his hand for a moment. "Really sorry."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You stopped," Bridge says accusingly. *Possibly* with a bit of a whimper in there.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Nope," Xander contradicts. "Just got really... really... slow."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Clearly an attempt to kill me," Bridge says accusingly.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Oh, clearly." Xander does something with his thumb that's clearly an attempt to completely bely the faint sarcasm in his tone.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah-huh," Bridge replies absently.

[soldtoarmenians]

"You wanted to watch," Xander points out, still decidedly not watching, himself.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Ye-" and his breath hitches a little, "-es. Yes I did."

[soldtoarmenians]

Okay so maybe Xander's hand starts moving a liiiiittle faster, at that.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Fire alarms could be going off in the hallway, for all Bridge is paying attention to anything not in the immediate vicinity.

[soldtoarmenians]

Not looking seemed like a good plan a few million seconds ago when he thought of it, but now it's kind of killing Xander, and making him pay more attention to everything else. In addition to the obvious. Like the sound of Bridge's breathing, or lack thereof.

"Please don't pass out. That would be bad. Flattering, but bad."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...'kay," Bridge blinks.

[soldtoarmenians]

And of course it's that moment when Xander can't take it anymore and opens his eyes, just in time to catch Bridge opening his again.

"........."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Bridge says, a smile spreading slowly across his face.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Hi," Xander says back, except he's really only got breath for the H before, well, yeah.

Which is sort of why he'd closed his eyes in the first place.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Well it's not like Bridge manages to last that much longer, honestly.

[soldtoarmenians]

When Xander can actually breathe again, he looks slightly accusing. "What happened to just watching?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Um," Bridge looks slightly sheepish. "In my defense it was really, really, really hot?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander apparently has at least some blood left in his head because most of it rushes to his face. "Oh. Um. Thanks?"