Trust Only You

[atyourservices]

trust ONLY you Intimacy is wonderful, no doubt...but you just can't. For you, you can't let someone in like that, can't let your guard down, or just don't want to. There's also the possibility that you actually cannot be close and candid like that, unless you want to risk their safety and yours. It could, however, be a much more normal case: you were burned in the past by someone, and you don't want that to happen again, or no matter how much of an open book you are in all other aspects of your life, sexuality makes you clam up and retreat. You just can't be with someone - at least not just anyone. Until the right person comes along, then everything changes. Their strength, their kindness, or their trust in you makes you trust them; finally, there's someone you can be honest with and be comfortable enough with to explore a side of you that's had to be locked up. Whenever you have an urge, you can turn to a partner who can give you relief. Whether your tastes be a kink you've always secretly had or just a vanilla, consensual connection, don't be hesitant to let go. Comment with your character, preference, character's role (trusted or the one with trust issues), etc. Reply to others and thread out as you desire.

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[tictacs]

Aww, hell yeah! ( scott doesn't even bother hiding how excited he is; university might've been something his parents decided for him, but time usually gets anyone to love anything. )

Will you let me open it up? Yes? No?

[wingmans]

Go ahead.

[ He hangs back, leaning against the wall. ] You make it sound like it's Christmas.

[tictacs]

I'm not gonna lie, I don't usually flaunt the whole electrical engineering graduate thing around, but there're just some things that stick, and since the last time I jumped into her--

Well. ( a smile. ) It stuck.

Did you want to put 'em on first? I promise I'll be using regular-sized me for this.

[wingmans]

[ Sam pretends to think about it. ]

Tell you what. Why don't you try it on first?

[tictacs]

( a gasp! ) What?

[wingmans]

[ Sam plows onward. ]

Go for it. You know you want to.

[tictacs]

I-- ( yeah, okay. he really does. damn it, sam. )

What if I break it?

[wingmans]

C'mon. You won't break it.

[tictacs]

That's what you say, but...

( there's a significant amount of trust in sam's eyes--something scott didn't really expect, but it makes him warm thinking about it regardless. it's the same comfort he gets from a mug of hot chocolate in winter: easy and simple and good for the soul.

and scott does love his hot chocolate.

walking over to where the falcon's signature wings are, the tips of his fingers gently brush over cool metal. the touch is reminiscent of revenance. )

... how do I put it on?

[wingmans]

[ Sam smiles, easy going before heading to where Scott was and bending down. ]

See the straps? You basically need to buckle them tightly. Like a vest. A really heavy vest.

[tictacs]

Like a really heavy really cool vest, you mean. ( he sees what sam's talking about, though, and while his hands shake a little out of how excited he is, a few slow, careful movements and some buckles later, he's--

well. he's wearing the falcon's wings.

the noise that comes from his mouth is extremely high-pitched. ) Hoooooooly shit!

[wingmans]

How does it feel?

[ It's kind of strange, getting the treatment that would normally go to Steve or Tony. It was nice and not jarring - like they've earned this. They all have. ]

[tictacs]

Honestly? ( he's breathless. ) Pretty damn heavy, Mr. Falcon sir.

I kind of, like, wanna do jumping jacks, but also I can't believe this is on me--can you believe this is on me?

Can this go in my Baby's First album, too?

[wingmans]

Sure. Lemme get my phone and we'll print it out later.

[ A little indulgence goes a long way. Sam fishes out his cell from his pocket and waits for the right moment before snapping a quick photo. ]

[tictacs]

( sam snaps a picture of scott with his hands on his hips and chin tipped high in pride, and by the time it's over he's bounding forward (as gracefully as he can with all the extra bulk) to see it. ) Oh man!

I've never looked this cool before. ( the only sad thing is that the wings are still folded, but scott doesn't wanna do anything brash. ) Hey, how do you turn them on, though?

Is it even okay for me to do all this?

[wingmans]

[ Sam briefly scans the room, gauging the size and width of the room. He does it quickly, used to gauging how well his wings can fit into small spaces. ]

There's a switch on the side. Give it a go. I think this place can handle it.

[tictacs]

Hoooooly shit. ( the falcon just said yes! this is very likely one of the highlights of scott's life after a) his daughter's birth; and b) the day he grew his first armpit hair, among other things. he inhales deeply as he feels for the switch sam's talking about, and once he receives approval for his stance-- ) Holy shit!

( and scott can't resist the breathless exclamations now, not when he's wearing the falcon's freaking wings unfolded, and like an idiot he finds himself turning round and round and looking behind him, reminiscent almost of a dog chasing its tail. )

S-Sam, are you seeing this? ( there's still some awkwardness to saying his first name so casually like that, but scott's caught between talking and laughing. ) Are you seeing this!

[wingmans]

[ Sam grins fondly, though his eyes dart at the wings cautiously. It's always hard to gauge how large they are in proportion to things around you and they can hurt. There were plenty of times Sam and Riley had banged each other up. ]

I'm seeing, I'm seeing. Make sure you're careful. Wouldn't want to get your feathers plucked.

[ See, Sam can make bird jokes too. ]

[tictacs]

Ha-- ( scott actually laughs at that, but to be fair he'd laugh at anything in a state like this. the first piece of news he heard after leaving prison was about the avengers (how could he not?), and like an idiot watching a saturday morning cartoon he'd latched onto the falcon like a favourite character he never expected he'd meet in his lifetime. now he's beaten the falcon up (regrettably), become allies with the falcon (amazingly), had several conversations prior to this one and some coffee (blessedly), and is wearing his wings. and getting bird jokes for wearing his wings. bird jokes!

oh, he wishes cassie were here to see this. )

They're your feathers, man! Yours! I just--oh, jeez, this is amazing-- ( but around his euphoria his mind remembers what sam said: the sensitive wires that could break under folding. the only reason scott stops turning around like a maniac is so he can keep his head turned and look at it properly, canting it to the side a little as he squints. ) But, uh... was this what you were talking about?

( he points with puckered lips to sam's little tech problem. )

[wingmans]

[ Sam purses his lips as he gets a closer look. Scott found it quickly and honestly, Sam is impressed.

He simply hides it better. ]

That's it. See how thin the wires are? The machinery is complex and too compact to last very long.

[tictacs]

Yeah... yeah I definitely see it now.

( scott rolls his shoulders a little, watching how the wires move in reaction to it and the wings are jostled. his lips purse again, then drag to the right side as he considers. )

I mean, I get why they have to be so thin--turning something that does as much as your wings do into what's basically a pocket-sized version of it leaves for some compromises for space, but...

( his head cocks to the side once more, and he flips the switch to fold the wings and then unfold them again. then he repeats it a few more times, a handful of seconds put in-between every repetition.

looking up, he offers a grin. ) I'll think of something.

[wingmans]

[ Sam's eyebrows go up, but the smile never fades. ]

I'm counting on you.

[tictacs]

I won't let you down, sir.

( scott decides that making the falcon smile is a lot better than getting to kick his ass personally. )

But, uh--that tune-up thing. We were going to do that, right?

[wingmans]

You sure? You'll lose a couple of hours of your life. And that could be spent watching movies.

[ Not that he doubts Scott's enthusiasm, but even Sam's would flag after a while. ]

[tictacs]

I spent years of my life in prison. I could go without movies if it means I get to do something good.

( he touches the switch again, folding the wings back in place as he unbuckles everything. ) I mean--if you tell me how it works I could do it on my own.

I kinda miss tinkering to begin with.