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"Eh. We automated all sorts of dumb crap. If it can be done, it can be done better, faster, and with thirty percent higher death rate through a Hyperion interface."
Strangely, Rhys doesn't seem phased by this conversation. He climbed that blood splattered corporate ladder for years . He might be squeamish when the blood and guts gets up close, but he knew their product range.
Strangely, Rhys doesn't seem phased by this conversation. He climbed that blood splattered corporate ladder for years . He might be squeamish when the blood and guts gets up close, but he knew their product range.
Edited 2019-12-02 19:59 (UTC)
"I told you, I worked for like, the biggest asshole in the galaxy. Past tense. But yeah, our company was pretty much a nightmare factory..."
Rhys colours a little at the compliment slash innuendo, and flashes a little smile at Betelgeuse from between his legs.
"Thanks. And your hair looks nice in brown. Very mysterious."
He drops his attention back down to the shampooing, suddenly very interested in not making eye contact.
"And-- yeah. About that... I kinda-- so the headquarters were on this space station called Helios, and it kinda - sort of... lost power and crashed."
Nothing to do with anyone here.
"Thanks. And your hair looks nice in brown. Very mysterious."
He drops his attention back down to the shampooing, suddenly very interested in not making eye contact.
"And-- yeah. About that... I kinda-- so the headquarters were on this space station called Helios, and it kinda - sort of... lost power and crashed."
Nothing to do with anyone here.
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"What, you never heard the phrase tall, dark, and handsome? You look nice. Trust me."
And, the time's up on the shampoo, Rhys glances back up to Betelgeuse,
"Maybe we could visit the crash site. I think there's a cult living in the wreckage now. You ready for me to rinse you off?"
And, the time's up on the shampoo, Rhys glances back up to Betelgeuse,
"Maybe we could visit the crash site. I think there's a cult living in the wreckage now. You ready for me to rinse you off?"
"Hey, I'm not going to tell you that you smell like honey and you have the body of a nineteen year old who had his ribs removed to lose weight. But your hair looks cute, and-- I don't hate the rest of you either."
And here comes the vodka rinse, enjoy a room temperature shower between your legs BJ, as Rhys carefully washes away the soap suds.
And here comes the vodka rinse, enjoy a room temperature shower between your legs BJ, as Rhys carefully washes away the soap suds.
"Pthh, that's an urban legend." Rhys answers absently, still rinsing, "I used to get pamphlets about it, and what you really need is like, between two and six inches more neck, not less rib."
Pause.
"Also, doesn't Jon have a guy for that now?"
Pause.
"Also, doesn't Jon have a guy for that now?"
"You guys are friends, huh?"
Rhys suggests, reaching for the towel again as he sits back on his knees a little,
"Did you gravitate together because you're both spooky?"
And yep, he's gonna carefully dry off the hair between your legs, friend.
Rhys suggests, reaching for the towel again as he sits back on his knees a little,
"Did you gravitate together because you're both spooky?"
And yep, he's gonna carefully dry off the hair between your legs, friend.
"Rhys, I'm friends with anyone who can look at all this and keep coming back to work at the end of the day."
A pause and shudder,
"Speaking of friendly pettings, Rhys, if you don't cut that out I'm going to have to go to Bonertown a little earlier than scheduled."
A pause and shudder,
"Speaking of friendly pettings, Rhys, if you don't cut that out I'm going to have to go to Bonertown a little earlier than scheduled."
Rhys pauses for a moment, as if weighing the advantages of sending Betelgeuse to Bonertown immediately, but... It's probably a good idea for them to at least put a bit of distance between the washing trauma and the orgasms.
"Okay, okay, I'm done." He drops the towel and pulls Betelgeuse's pants up a little, to his knees, "You've been really good. Thanks."
"Okay, okay, I'm done." He drops the towel and pulls Betelgeuse's pants up a little, to his knees, "You've been really good. Thanks."
Rhys pulls a face, but he's the one who pitched this, and in a way, he's pretty sure Betelgeuse just endured a solid fifteen minutes of psychological torture of his own, so he doesn't really have grounds to complain.
"Okay, fine. You earned it."
Just keep your knees there for a moment longer so he can use you to push upright, okay BJ? There's still about half a bottle of vodka left though, which he's going to nab with his free hand, and waggle meaningfully as he makes for the door.
"I am bringing this though, so if you want me to operate any heavy machinery when we're down there, now's your time to stop me."
"Okay, fine. You earned it."
Just keep your knees there for a moment longer so he can use you to push upright, okay BJ? There's still about half a bottle of vodka left though, which he's going to nab with his free hand, and waggle meaningfully as he makes for the door.
"I am bringing this though, so if you want me to operate any heavy machinery when we're down there, now's your time to stop me."
Okay, that earns you a little shudder, and Rhys turning so that he can point meaningfully at Betelgeuse as he walks backwards towards the stairwell, "Okay, but remember what I said: No permanent damage. This is like, fifty percent reward, fifty percent trust exercise."
He is however, going to take a pretty major gulp of that vodka. Just to amp up his own trust a little more.
He is however, going to take a pretty major gulp of that vodka. Just to amp up his own trust a little more.
"You know what I mean!" Rhys insists, still walking backwards as they approach the stairwell down to zero, "Nothing I have to death toll out of!"
He says this, right before one of his feet goes backwards over the top step, and Rhys has to suddenly flail both arms out to keep from plummeting backwards down a flight of stairs.
He is a hazard to himself and requires no assistance.
He says this, right before one of his feet goes backwards over the top step, and Rhys has to suddenly flail both arms out to keep from plummeting backwards down a flight of stairs.
He is a hazard to himself and requires no assistance.
Rhys manages to grab the bannister, one handed, and shoot Betelgeuse a glare, before turning primly to descend the stairs. Face forward. No more plummeting.
"I like your act better when the foreshadowing isn't quite so heavy. And don't call me kid."
At the bottom of the stairs, the entrance to zero, and the hatch. Is this an awful decision? Or is it just kind of a weird kinky game with extremely unclear boundaries?
He has a brief, clear memory of Betelgeuse, wet eyed and visibly distressed as Rhys rinsed off the other man's hair, and he reaches down to unlock the hatch.
It's a treat. A very stupid treat that he's giving to a gross, horrible person who he made cry.
"Okay, let's do this."
And with that, he carefully hauls open the hatch, revealing a set of concrete stairs leading to the room below.
"I like your act better when the foreshadowing isn't quite so heavy. And don't call me kid."
At the bottom of the stairs, the entrance to zero, and the hatch. Is this an awful decision? Or is it just kind of a weird kinky game with extremely unclear boundaries?
He has a brief, clear memory of Betelgeuse, wet eyed and visibly distressed as Rhys rinsed off the other man's hair, and he reaches down to unlock the hatch.
It's a treat. A very stupid treat that he's giving to a gross, horrible person who he made cry.
"Okay, let's do this."
And with that, he carefully hauls open the hatch, revealing a set of concrete stairs leading to the room below.
"But you ARE kind of a kid to me." He explains, visibly annoyed when Rhys doesn't break his neck on the landing. "I mean, you figure age-wise? I'm like. A billion times older than you."
He crosses the threshold into Zero; no teleportation powers on now. BJ looks to Rhys with an intrigued grin and heads down into the darkness first.
Where he greets the dark, foreboding room with an evil chuckle.
"Holy shit."
He crosses the threshold into Zero; no teleportation powers on now. BJ looks to Rhys with an intrigued grin and heads down into the darkness first.
Where he greets the dark, foreboding room with an evil chuckle.
"Holy shit."
"You can't call people kid when you literally never act like a grown up." Rhys points out. Which is not exactly a request that Betelgeuse do that.
He sets off after the larger man, down the stairs, following the sound of that chuckle.
"And-- There should be like, some big cardboard boxes of like, magic 8 balls and rubix cubes down there as well? Just ignore those. That's just some stuff we needed storage space for."
He sets off after the larger man, down the stairs, following the sound of that chuckle.
"And-- There should be like, some big cardboard boxes of like, magic 8 balls and rubix cubes down there as well? Just ignore those. That's just some stuff we needed storage space for."
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