Bridge & Xander's Quarters [Newtech City, 2023]

[bridge_carson]

So, the Carson household (to use the term loosely, since it's definitely not a house and not really even an apartment to be honest) is now officially one with dual-income, no kids. Well, unless the new-and-improved, now-in-more-locations-than-ever-before Fandom weirdness struck again the way it did a couple of days ago.

Part of Bridge is actually kind of disappointed it skipped him. Not that he's gonna admit that.

"I miss having space," he comments randomly. Of course, his dorm room hadn't been bigger than their present quarters... but then, he'd practically moved out of the dorms in all but name only long before he'd actually left Fandom.

[ooc: also open for phone calls/teammates/what have you]

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[needsaparrot]

"Well, it's not like Next Top Re-Model is on tonight..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"So you're saying if it *was*, you'd rather watch that than have sex with me?" Bridge asks with a slight frown.

[needsaparrot]

"No, I'm just saying we can get right down to it 'cause I don't have to set the TiVo."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good," Bridge nods. "Cause if you *would* rather I might have to worry."

[needsaparrot]

"We still haven't explored the 'while' option, granted..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I've told you about the whole not-into-threesomes thing, right?" Bridge asks.

[needsaparrot]

"...I'm not suggesting we have sex with the tv. Unless they come with some new attachments now that you didn't tell me about," Xander replies in an almost accusatory tone.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Well, there *was* that- no. Not going there. "...No?" Bridge squeaks, red-faced.

[needsaparrot]

".........?"

Well, that's a reasonable approximation of the look on Xander's face, anyway.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"What?"

[needsaparrot]

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No! I mean, there could be something. But I can't tell you about it because I don't know what that something is. Or if it is anything at all. It could be nothing. It's just, I've heard that there was maybe something. Only that something isn't, really, you know, *my* kind of thing, so I didn't exactly try and find out if that something was anything at all. So as far as I'm concerned there's nothing," Bridge babbles.

[needsaparrot]

"Right. Glad we got that straight, then," Xander snickers.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Now we can move on to more important things. Things that definitely *do* for sure exist. Like you, and me, and you saying something about getting lucky?"

[needsaparrot]

"I already did that. Did you want me to say it again? Or just get right to the getting?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"How about we just get right to the getting?" Bridge asks.

[needsaparrot]

Xander grins. "I could get into getting got."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"First we might have to get out of the clothes," Bridge points out.

[needsaparrot]

Xander raises an eyebrow and crawls along the couch towards him. "You think?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh. Some people say I'm actually pretty good at it. The thinking, I mean."

[needsaparrot]

"Some people say you're pretty good at the clothes-getting-off too."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Some people, huh?" Bridge says. Oh look, a Xander within groping distance. How convenient. "Like who, hmm? Because I'm pretty sure there's only the one person I've ever done the clothes-getting-off thing with, unless there's something *you're* not telling me..."

[needsaparrot]

Good husbands don't remind people of certain weekends they'd rather not be reminded of and which by group agreement were spent reading really, really fascinating books. Really.

"Well, like me, just for example."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

That totally doesn't count because Bridge wasn't actually Bridge!

The groping continues, now with *underneath*-Xander's-shirt action. "I'm glad you think so."

[needsaparrot]

"You could refresh my memory, maybe." Xander's not so bad at the clothes-getting-off thing himself.