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Are you jealous? You can join us.

I am not jealous of a chunk of metal. I just don't want you to get motor oil in my bed or someting.

There's no motor oil in this model Asch, please.

Edited 2009-11-13 04:29 (UTC)

How the hell am I supposed to know that?

[Imitating Asch's cranky voice.] "I'm Asch and Jade said I was good with fontech, blah blah blah and I know how to do everything. Ha ha ha Guy, you stand there while I mess around with this thing."

I never said I could do everything! Especially not with fontech! And I don't sound that stupid.

Asch you have two options. [Guy crosses his ankles, laying on his back and tinkering with his fontech.] You can kick me off the bed and I can refuse to satisfy you until I feel less slighted, or you can take the initiative and distract me from my new toy.

[There is a long pause as Asch gives him a look that's a mixture of exasperation and "oh, right". Finally he steps over and sits heavily down on the bed beside Guy, lifting a brow.] Is distraction even possible at this rate? [You look pretty far gone. D|]

It becomes less plausible as time passes. [OH MY GOD THIS PART IS REMOVABLE.]

Makes me wonder if it's worth trying. [He leans over, resting his chin over Guy's shoulder to watch what he's doing.]

[He's rearranging the tubing.] Well, if it's not worth it then it might be best to refrain.

It's awfully tempting, though. [Is that a hand wandering? It might be, it just might be.] Though I might be spoiling your fun. What if I can't compete with fontech?

Then we might need to revise this relationship. [Even Guy can't hold back the grin at that one, though he keeps reattaching hoses instead of turning to pay attention to Asch.]

It's not me, it's you. Obviously. [Asch slides a hand down a bit experimentally, hand drifting over Guy's stomach. What the hell are you doing, Guy.]

Ha! So eager to place the blame. It's clearly your fault. [Guy does pause as Asch's hand drifts over his stomach. That feels nice.]

I give you an amazing gift and you don't even thank me, and you're blaming our relationship issues on me? [Asch notices that hesitation, smirking slightly, and slips a few fingers in to graze over actual skin this time.]

Mmm...I told you that it was an even exchange, not a gift. [Guy closes his eyes, head lolling to the side. His hands clutching the fontech rest on his chest, as well as the fontech itself.]

Are you saying that a little thing like naming a drink has the same value as fontech? [Good, you pay attention to him, dammit. The hand is going lower now, grazing the edge of Guy's pants.]

Well, obviously for you it does. [Hmmm. Sex or fontech.

Choices.]

It was the only incentive I had to offer. [Guy if you hesitate again he's leaving and you won't get any for a month.]

No, but I'll agree that it was probably the wisest one. [Hmmm. MMMMAYBE he can set it aside for a little while.]

Maybe I should've saved it for something really big. [Oh, good. Asch shifts to lie beside Guy instead, giving the fontech a little nudge. Get that out of the way already, he wants to indulge a bit.]

Nah, I think you made the right decision. [Oh all right, it can go on the nightstand. For now.

Guy even rolls onto his side and gives it his back as he slides an arm over Asch's waist.]

[Asch smirks at the small victory and leans in to press his lips to Guy's neck.] So what kind of fontech would it take for you to choose it instead?

What...over you? [Guy lifts his chin to give Asch a little more room. It's not often he takes the initiative like this -though he's gotten much better at it- so Guy intends to savor it.]

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