is it hot in here or is the floor LAVA

[memeorabilia]

Just share the damn bed with me.


For whatever reason, the floor is an unacceptable place to sleep. It's messy, the dog is there, THE FLOOR IS LAVA, there's flooding, feels weird, or it's too dirty to walk on. Who cares why it's not acceptable, it just isn't! Normally, that's not an issue, but tonight you have a friend over. Maybe it's the safest place, maybe it's hurricane season and your house is the only one out of the path of the storm. Are they mooching off you? Stop trying to figure out the details! Just get over it and share the bed with that person! Sexy times are not required. Intimacy is not required. Just share the damn bed already.


Do you need options? DO YOU? Here! Have some options!

1. It's late. You're tired. Too tired to drive and THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
2. It's late. You're drunk. Too drunk. Honestly, how did you drink that much and not die? Should we take you to the hospital? Here, just stay in this bed with me. No, you can't sleep on the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
3. It's early. You thought you'd just come by and visit but you can barely function. The bed seems inviting. Guess what, you're invited into the bed! Yes. The bed. Not the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
4. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE? CUDDLING IS OKAY. And yes, the floor is lava.
5. WILDCARD. Just figure out a reason why you need to share the bed. But don't forget: the floor is lava!
6. The Crack Fun Insane Option - Actually play the Floor is Lava Game!! Move about the room without touching the floor... because the floor is seriously lava.

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[bigvessel]

"Insult? Please, I am far too charming for that. Teasing you, though, well..."

And he shifts to a sitting position on the bed and reaches over to the night stand to grab a bottle of water-thank god drunk him has a dependable routine- and he takes a long drag before holding it out to Arthur.

His lips twitch about the legal matters comment. He's morally grey enough that it's often easy enough to turn a blind eye to the things Arthur does. So long as stealing secrets from the CIA doesn't become a job.

"So what do you suggest? I'm guessing the drinking competition ended in a wash. Should we go race our cars? Climb a mountain? Fuck eachother and see who comes first?"

[onthepoint]

Stealing from the CIA is about the last thing Arthur wants to do, which is why their friendship has never felt like a conflict of interest. Stealing from the CIA is how you get a much higher bounty on your head. Corporate crime is like literally taking candy from a baby compared to messing with countries on a federal level. Besides, there are records about him from his military days, so it would be supremely stupid of Arthur in particular to think that he'd ever get away with that kind of theft when the government already has his fingerprints and DNA on file.

"No drinking." Pushing himself up on his elbows, he takes the water bottle and downs a good amount himself. "There's no way you can beat me at chess or sex. Something fair."

[bigvessel]

"What?" His nose scrunches and he shoots Arthur an incredulous look. "Forget chess for a moment, we'll come back to it. But do you really think that sex wouldn't be fair game? Seriously?"

[onthepoint]

Arthur shrugs and throws FDR a coy smile. "I guess I could let you win if your ego really needs it."

There's a clear pattern to their interactions. This is exactly how they'd gotten blackout drunk last night. He can't remember, of course, but he just knows.

[bigvessel]

This is the worst approach to sex ever. Or possibly the best. Right now it's still up in the air. And he knows he's being egged into this, but that doesn't make any difference, actually.

"Oh. You're not letting me win anything. Get your clothes off."

[onthepoint]

After a beat, Arthur hesitates, almost comically so. "My mother always said I should make a man romance me first."

He stretches his arms over his head and gives FDR an incredibly cheeky smile. Oh, yes, it's a challenge.

[bigvessel]

"God, you are such a momma's boy if she's having to give you advice on your gay love life." He teases, tugging the blankets firmly off of Arthur.

Fine. He'll strip him. Even if he has to wrestle his clothes off of him. He doesn't really have any qualms with that. And he does love a challenge, loves any game that deals with clothes and the taking off of them. And, Arthur is already missing his shoes, so that makes things even easier.

"Though you'll hardly be a challenge if you lay there like that. Should I give you a three second head start?"

[onthepoint]

Arthur scoffs. "Wow, it sounds like you're a little desperate for me to suck your dick or something."

He can't really help it. Teasing FDR is fun and he knows neither of them have to pull punches with each other. This is what he likes about the guy. On some weird level, they seem to really get each other. Also there's really no way either of them can lose with a challenge like this.

[bigvessel]

"Oh, sweetheart, I know you're eager to do that, but let's take this one step at a time, first huh?" And he's shifting on the bed, crawling over Arthur until he's got knees on either side of his hips, and then with a pointed arch he reaches down to unsnap his pants, to start the tug of them down.

Whether Arthur makes this hard or easy, well, he's right, this game has no losers. Not really, but that doesn't mean he's not still going to try to win.

[onthepoint]

Sure, he could make this hard, but what's the point when he knows he wants to be easy? He wiggles his hips, mostly helping to rid himself of pants and maybe there's a little teasing in there, too, because FDR's got to get pretty close to his dick to take his pants off.

He hums, a little breathy, and reaches for FDR. "You're wearing too much for that, anyway."

[bigvessel]

That's the kind of dance he can appreciate, the one that's horizontal and clothes reducing at the same time. And as much as he appreciates Arthur's sense of fashion, he has to admit that he looks just as good without his clothes.

It's easy work undressing him, especially when he's helping, apparently horniness outweighs their constant drive for competition.

"Well, look at that, something I can't actually argue." He grins, scooting in a little closer so he's properly within Arthur's reach.