![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
"I don't know, I feel like the medieval torture chambers would have been kinda short on aftercare."
He shifts to get a better look, wrist clinking in it's chain,
"You used one before?"
He shifts to get a better look, wrist clinking in it's chain,
"You used one before?"
"Yes."
Said without hesitation. In fact, he's lifting his hand to begin unfastening his shirt.
"Should I be facing you for this? Facing away? Actually, do you wanna--?"
He leaves his shirt half unbuttoned, lifting his hand to hook his fingers through another of the shackles on the wall. How shackled should he be for this?
Said without hesitation. In fact, he's lifting his hand to begin unfastening his shirt.
"Should I be facing you for this? Facing away? Actually, do you wanna--?"
He leaves his shirt half unbuttoned, lifting his hand to hook his fingers through another of the shackles on the wall. How shackled should he be for this?
He watches, taking in Rhys' whole self, his head tilted at an angle to get the whole picture.
"Wow. Yeah, totally."
He makes his way over and chains up Rhys' other arm, giving him a smack on Rhys' butt as he does so.
"You have no idea what this is doing for me, Rhys."
"Wow. Yeah, totally."
He makes his way over and chains up Rhys' other arm, giving him a smack on Rhys' butt as he does so.
"You have no idea what this is doing for me, Rhys."
Rhys shifts his hips a little in response to the smack on his butt, trying to bump against Betelgeuse lightly,
"This is what you're into, huh? I mean-- even in a no-lifelong-trauma context."
He gives a warm, pleased little shiver, shamelessly delighted by the fullness of the other man's attention.
"Shit, I should have taken my pants off--"
Before he nagged you to chain his second hand up for him. Just for the sake of all around better access.
"This is what you're into, huh? I mean-- even in a no-lifelong-trauma context."
He gives a warm, pleased little shiver, shamelessly delighted by the fullness of the other man's attention.
"Shit, I should have taken my pants off--"
Before he nagged you to chain his second hand up for him. Just for the sake of all around better access.
Hange allows some hours after their arrival to figure out what’s going on and get settled in, but soon after that she’s knocking on Betelgeuse’s door.
“Hey, it’s me! Let’s go explore.”
“Hey, it’s me! Let’s go explore.”
The fuck? Unusual that Betelgeuse should turn down a chance to have some individual attention paid. A thinking pause resounds outside his door, and then. Hange continues banging on it.
"What's going on? Let me in!"
"What's going on? Let me in!"
Hange tries the door again. Locked? Locked.
"Alright. You've left me with no choice. I'm scaling the outside of this hotel."
"Alright. You've left me with no choice. I'm scaling the outside of this hotel."
He has about fifteen minutes of solitude. Then pounding echoes from the sliding glass windows on his balcony.
"Betelgeuse! Betelgeuse! I was gonna take you out to lunch! I have money to buy you things! Open up!"
"Betelgeuse! Betelgeuse! I was gonna take you out to lunch! I have money to buy you things! Open up!"
"You sure? Because you should know that leaves you with a pretty long yes list." Rhys purrs, leaning forward so that the shackles tug a little at his wrists, "And does that mean you might take your shirt off for me one of these days?"
Betelgeuse is in full mope mode, lying under the bed on his back picking at the bits in the mattress while grieving to himself, alternating between wiping at his eyes and chewing on some beef jerky he stole from a vending machine.
Hange's banging on the door surprises him, making him sit up with a yelp and smack his head on the bedframe.
"Rrrgh! WHAT part of fuck off is so hard for you to GET? If I come out there it'll be to shove you off that railing, Hange! You'll be spending Christmas in a BODY CAST."
Hange's banging on the door surprises him, making him sit up with a yelp and smack his head on the bedframe.
"Rrrgh! WHAT part of fuck off is so hard for you to GET? If I come out there it'll be to shove you off that railing, Hange! You'll be spending Christmas in a BODY CAST."
There is a pause, another moment of peace for him. And then Hange loudly talking to nobody outside. She's making an aside.
"Wow, I wonder what's gotten into Betelgeuse? Just a couple days ago he was fine. It's too bad he can't tell me what it is, because then we could work together to figure out a solution, or if it's really unsolvable, I could leave him alone to work it out."
"Wow, I wonder what's gotten into Betelgeuse? Just a couple days ago he was fine. It's too bad he can't tell me what it is, because then we could work together to figure out a solution, or if it's really unsolvable, I could leave him alone to work it out."
"Yes, and no, in that order." He says, pushing a hand to Rhys' back to guide him back to the wall.
"You don't wanna see that crap, Rhys, it's just death bullshit. I'm sensitive. Now hold still, I wanna see if I can do a perfect nine tail scratch out of your back here."
"You don't wanna see that crap, Rhys, it's just death bullshit. I'm sensitive. Now hold still, I wanna see if I can do a perfect nine tail scratch out of your back here."
Rhys wants to argue that it can't be that bad, but then his chest is to the wall again and he knows, absently, that they could probably argue right the way through this flogging session and he'd be distracted from all the good bits.
So instead he shivers and wraps his hands around the chains on his wrists to brace a little,
"Okay, gimmie your best shot."
So instead he shivers and wraps his hands around the chains on his wrists to brace a little,
"Okay, gimmie your best shot."
Ah, nuts.
"Look. Just tell me what's eating at you here. If I can't help, I will actually leave you alone."
"Look. Just tell me what's eating at you here. If I can't help, I will actually leave you alone."
Frustrated, he rolls out from under the bed to walk over to Hange. BJ shoves both balcony doors open in the hopes of Hange catching one to the face.
"What's EATING AT ME is that no one here can SEE me, Hange!" He rages. The room's lights behind him all turn red; a vase of flowers shakes, and is knocked to the floor.
"It's like I'm back in freaking Connecticut! This vacation was supposed to be FOR ME and instead I go to check in and people look right through me!"
"What's EATING AT ME is that no one here can SEE me, Hange!" He rages. The room's lights behind him all turn red; a vase of flowers shakes, and is knocked to the floor.
"It's like I'm back in freaking Connecticut! This vacation was supposed to be FOR ME and instead I go to check in and people look right through me!"
Hange blows right by him, making for the hotel room door to throw the deadbolt open. She has no desire to get shoved off a balcony, and spend their entire vacation time here in a bodycast.
"All right. Fuck. Let me put in an admiral request. Let's see if he can't fix that. Why couldn't you just say that?"
"All right. Fuck. Let me put in an admiral request. Let's see if he can't fix that. Why couldn't you just say that?"
Edited 2019-12-24 03:07 (UTC)
Hange rolls her eyes, pulls out her communicator, and sends a text.
She will hang around til she gets some kind of reply unless Betelgeuse boots her out.
She will hang around til she gets some kind of reply unless Betelgeuse boots her out.
Page 23 of 89