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[Tommy laughs, twitching foot running up David's calf briefly.]
I am prettymuch the best delivery service there is.
[And Tommy tips his head up to kiss David, brief and soft, since David mentioned it, ducking his head down again to tuck against David's chest afterward, so he wasn't in the way of the game David's glued to.]
I'm not supposed to, and if I slow down enough for anyone to see me, I get looks. Plus it's just ... I wanna help. And can'treallydo anything. It's nuts.
[Tommy drags his nails a little again, toeing off his shoes absently and then tucking his feet between David's.]
The world is sorta.. broken in ways even I can't help with right now.
[David. A genius in so many ways. And he can't solve this problem. But that's not something that's easy to think about when he's shivering under Tommy's continued attention.]
[It's the kind of problem David's brain is more help with than Tommy would be, anyway. But Tommy's a creature of doing, and inaction makes him crazy. It's easier for him if he can move or at least have the illusion of doing. For the moment at least he can make David shiver like that. He tilted his chin up to kiss at David's jaw.]
[David's little break there? Definitely because of those kisses down his throat. No one could say he was not completely losing the hockey here, in favor of the heat Tommy was offering him. But with the reminder he tries to turn his attention to the screen.]
Guess you better pay more attention then. You can call it out to me as it goes. Just don't look away.
[No matter what Tommy did. Which, at the moment, was sit up long enough to shimmy out of his shirt and then slide down further to push David's up, start kissing his way up David's belly a bit at a time, jersey pushing up as he went.]
[Don't look away? Cruel. Very cruel. He'll try. Especially difficult with Tommy moving and stripping himself, and then rucking up David's jersey. Fuck, this was a thing that was happening and it was unbelievably hot. He was already starting to harden just from this.]
I... I think they're, uh... I'm not good at hockey commentary. One guy passes to another. And another. And yeah. That's about it.
Dunno. I don't understand hockey, plus it's a video game, baby. Better be a little more descriptive or I won't get it.
[Tommy talks between presses of his lips and darts of his tongue, finally latching on to suck lightly at David's nipple when he finished talking, fingers picking up a hint of vibration and stroking along David's stomach lightly.]
[Tommy hums a sort of acknowledgement, teeth worrying at David's nipple, then tongue working it over to soothe it before switching to the other side, vibrating fingers slipping lower, teasing just below the waist of David's underwear. But he stops to prompt David talking again.]
[David is pretty close to keening over the attention, but mostly he's just lifting his hips to try and get attention further down. And he absolutely whines at the stopped hand.]
Yes, The best. Everything he wants he gets. If someone just works with him.
[Tommy is at least happily distracted teasing David. He loves it when David whines and strains for him. David's just so damned hot like this. Tommy's fingers dip just a little lower, but not low enough.]
Yeah? Everything he wants, huh? What's a goalie want? You'd better just go ahead and explain the rules to me, babe. I don'tknowanything about hockey. Go ahead. Tell me. While you watch the game.
[Meaning still don't look at Tommy while he was playing this little game. It was his tongue that vibrated this time as it circled David's nipple.]
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25/4/20 06:09 (UTC)I am prettymuch the best delivery service there is.
[And Tommy tips his head up to kiss David, brief and soft, since David mentioned it, ducking his head down again to tuck against David's chest afterward, so he wasn't in the way of the game David's glued to.]
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25/4/20 06:22 (UTC)[The game can wait. He doesn't care.]
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25/4/20 06:41 (UTC)[Tommy pauses and then brushes another kiss against his jaw.]
And maybebecause you like me.
[Tommy fidgets again, nails scratching against David's belly gently.]
Sorry. It's just ... can't stand doing nothing and can't run enough and everything gives me a headache. Driving mekindofcrazy.
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25/4/20 17:23 (UTC)[David's breath catches because of that hand scratching against his belly. Dammit That's definitely a provoking touch.]
there's no reason you can't be out there exploring, Tommy
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26/4/20 00:13 (UTC)I'm not supposed to, and if I slow down enough for anyone to see me, I get looks. Plus it's just ... I wanna help. And can'treallydo anything. It's nuts.
[Tommy drags his nails a little again, toeing off his shoes absently and then tucking his feet between David's.]
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26/4/20 01:54 (UTC)[David. A genius in so many ways. And he can't solve this problem. But that's not something that's easy to think about when he's shivering under Tommy's continued attention.]
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26/4/20 02:06 (UTC)[It's the kind of problem David's brain is more help with than Tommy would be, anyway. But Tommy's a creature of doing, and inaction makes him crazy. It's easier for him if he can move or at least have the illusion of doing. For the moment at least he can make David shiver like that. He tilted his chin up to kiss at David's jaw.]
So who's winning your game thing?
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26/4/20 02:29 (UTC)[Because David's not paying attention to the game, therefore, Tommy's clearly won, because David feels like he's holding his breath.]
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26/4/20 02:41 (UTC)Yeah I am. Already got the best prize too.
[He squeezes David's leg between his to demonstrate that David's his prize, even if it didn't need clarifying.]
When all this is over and we can do whatever again, we should go away somewhere. Just us.
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26/4/20 03:03 (UTC)Just us?
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26/4/20 03:11 (UTC)[Tommy's voice is deadpan, and David can feel his eyeroll more than see it. But then he just kisses David's jaw again.]
Yeah. Just us. Somewhere nice where I can run and you can read and we can have sex outside if we feel like it with no one busting in.
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26/4/20 03:17 (UTC)[but damn if he doesn't paint a beautiful picture.]
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26/4/20 03:34 (UTC)[Or maybe they'd go somewhere more sensible. But the idea was nice.]
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26/4/20 03:47 (UTC)Somewhere in the carribean, if you like running on water.
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26/4/20 03:56 (UTC)[Tommy lifts his head to kiss David, still soft, but on the lips this time.]
Later. When all this shit's worked out.
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26/4/20 04:06 (UTC)[yeah, they'll go somewhere, together. David can pull strings. And melt into that kiss first.]
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26/4/20 04:39 (UTC)[Tommy stole a second kiss and smiled into it, then caught David's chin and tipped it back up.]
Watch your game. You can tell me the score as it goes. Unless they'replayinglike Mario Kart, then just tell me who crashes.
[And in the meantime, he can kiss his way down David's throat.]
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26/4/20 04:55 (UTC)[David's little break there? Definitely because of those kisses down his throat. No one could say he was not completely losing the hockey here, in favor of the heat Tommy was offering him. But with the reminder he tries to turn his attention to the screen.]
I, uh, seem to have missed two points somewhere.
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26/4/20 05:05 (UTC)Guess you better pay more attention then. You can call it out to me as it goes. Just don't look away.
[No matter what Tommy did. Which, at the moment, was sit up long enough to shimmy out of his shirt and then slide down further to push David's up, start kissing his way up David's belly a bit at a time, jersey pushing up as he went.]
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26/4/20 05:19 (UTC)I... I think they're, uh... I'm not good at hockey commentary. One guy passes to another. And another. And yeah. That's about it.
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26/4/20 05:39 (UTC)[Tommy talks between presses of his lips and darts of his tongue, finally latching on to suck lightly at David's nipple when he finished talking, fingers picking up a hint of vibration and stroking along David's stomach lightly.]
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26/4/20 23:08 (UTC)Fuck, so good.
[Oh yeah, this felt great, the way the man is kissing and teasing.]
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26/4/20 23:32 (UTC)The goalie's so good?
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27/4/20 01:31 (UTC)Yes, The best. Everything he wants he gets. If someone just works with him.
[Totally talking about Tommy.]
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27/4/20 01:45 (UTC)Yeah? Everything he wants, huh? What's a goalie want? You'd better just go ahead and explain the rules to me, babe. I don'tknowanything about hockey. Go ahead. Tell me. While you watch the game.
[Meaning still don't look at Tommy while he was playing this little game. It was his tongue that vibrated this time as it circled David's nipple.]
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