I'll sail back to you

[boughtstockinsocks]

ALWAYS COME BACK They may be a rambler, a gambler, always on the run, a wanted criminal, someone with a higher calling, or just not the type to spend time with you (which may be fine by you), yet somehow, they'll always find their way back to your door. And they'll, again and again, find themselves wanting you, for support, for healing, for feeling alive, for venting frustration and anger, for anything and everything at all. You'll welcome them with open arms. Comment: prefs, info, preferred role, etc. Reply: to others. Thread: with them.

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[hound1]

[ Gino watched him a moment longer before he moved to strip off his shirt, and then the black sleeveless undershirt, like the man he craved in life more than anything wasn’t right there risking everything to be here. ]

You have a life out there, and I’m sure you have someone who can give you the same of not more than I can, so I don’t see why you risk coming here every few months.

[ He did leave him, after all. Why risk everything? He clearly wasn’t worth it. ]

[dissimilates]

[ Kogami tracks his every movement, fixated on the way he sheds his clothes. There is an efficiency to him, a grace and sleek economy of movement that he finds that he has missed. He has missed so much about this, and yet has not, at the same time.

The life he lives outside of this draconian bubble of forced happiness is different from this, and despite the violence there is the freedom he covets; freedom that is currently under siege from the ambition of the Sibyl system. He's not sure Gino can ever understand this, if he ever wants to, and he holds his tongue for a few moments, resisting the urge to reach out for him.

He doesn't forget the last time Gino told him to never show his face again, the different paths they now tread, but more importantly, it occurs to him -- ]

Gino, are you jealous?

[hound1]

[ The surprise is so sudden that it even catches Gino off guard. Jealous? He stops, holding his tank in his hands and just stares at the black fabric. Was he jealous? Was he worried? Did he hate the idea of someone else curling up against Kogamis warmth?

His arms relaxed a little and he slowly tossed the shirt aside before turning to look his best friend (because ultimately, he always would be) in the eyes. Except he couldn’t and that was when he knew that was exactly what he was. He was jealous. ]

That’s ridiculous…

[dissimilates]

Is it, really?

[ Kogami knows him intimately enough, long enough to know when Gino is hedging -- the man usually has no patience for this sort of thing, but usual doesn't apply now, not when they're on new ground, testing new limits and boundaries.

He steps forward towards him this time around, his gaze raking over every inch of him. Gino has been working out -- he's more muscular, more lean, and he stops before him, his fingers coming to trace over his shoulder, the scars that separate flesh from machine.

Kogami shifts his touch, a finger under Gino's chin to tip his face to his. Slate gray eyes steady, he remarks. ]

There's no one else. I don't actually have a harem out there.

[hound1]

[ Sometimes it doesn’t pay to have a best friend as a lover. Gino should have known better — or maybe he did, and that’s why he avoided an actual response. He wanted Kogami to tell him one way or the other if he had someone else. If he was at least important enough to be the only one he went to.

When Kogami started towards him, he straightened a little bit, stoning himself for whatever. But it was the touch that made his eyes soften. Those damnable sexy grey eyes staring deeper, deeper beneath his facade...he always saw too much.

Sometimes not enough. The scar made him glance away; bad memories were attached to that scar, reminders of painful things, but to have it touched like that... ]

You must get lonely, then.

[dissimilates]

[ No, it really doesn't pay to have a best friend for a lover. Kogami senses the unspoken question, the uncertainty, and he wonders if Gino's spent nights contemplating this question, if he thinks of some other warm body in Kogami's makeshift bed. It makes him want to laugh -- but he imagines Gino would take that as some sort of insult, and so he refrains. ]

It's been busy. [ Kogami says without letting on to more. Gino doesn't need to know the specifics of what he does, and Kogami can't afford to let him. His eyes linger on the scar, and his lips replace his fingers, brushing over it delicately, easily. These scars are a part of Gino now, for better or worse, and Kogami's fingers drift down his arm, tracking the outline of it, memorising it for his own sake. ]

Were you?

[hound1]

[ Gino slowly looks back, watching lips replace fingers and the exchange makes his insides churn. His good hand slides up and buries itself inside the back of Kogamis hair, and he absently noses against his cheek. No matter how hard he tries to keep a distance between them, to keep Kogami safe, to keep himself safe...this close, he can’t.

He breathes and nips at an ear and rumbles softly. ]

Intensely so.

[dissimilates]

I should remedy that.

[ Smooth, and a lie. This is no panacea -- that they are together here is only temporary before he slips back into the world with the coming of a grey sky morning, another secret Gino will have to keep. Gino will be lonely again.

He feels the gentle nips and kisses, and he shifts his head to capture his mouth more fully, a hand moving to splay over his stomach. ]

[hound1]

[ Instantly he felt a churning, a pleasant roiling in his stomach. He nodded, for what reason he wasn’t sure but he so wanted to agree to whatever it was. And the kiss as it was returned, was more than enough agreement. He pressed forward and then moved his hands to start shoving at the other mans jacket, pushing, pushing, needing to feel skin.

His hands immediately shifted and started on Kogamis belt, button, zipper—]

Okay.