bakerstreet | calling all silver foxes♥♥

[ not quite 50, he's in his 40s, but that's ancient where he comes from. ]

[WELP OKAY THEN the foxiness is debatable but he's most def silver]

"You sort of are though. Despite the married to your work bit."

"Some might argue that being married to my work makes me count even more. That's a kind of older put-together gentleman thing to do, right?" May or may not be a genuine question. What are other older gentlemen like when they aren't jumping around time or dealing with temporal bureaucracy?

"What do you think, does full grey compete with the distinguished silver temples of your ex? Because I might be a little jealous of that look."

"I guess, yeah. I prefer men who are solid in their careers, that way they keep up." They tend to have any free time at all.

"I'll have to tell him his hair has fans. I like both, obviously."

"The thing about working at a time agency is that there's always time to make time. Just...doesn't always mean I bother to do that."

"Why not? No interesting people in all of time to get tangled up with?"

"It's more...making time for me, I think. Not a concept I ever really took to heart. So." He laughs, a self-depricating chuckle. "Yeah, okay, guess I am married to the job. Guilty as charged."

"Are you not allowed to? Are you happy being so committed to work? I know I get lonely." Because she does something quite similar.

"There are rules, sure, but...I mean, me time happens within the confines of the TVA, and I've been pretty happy with that. I'm not gonna hop into the late 1980's and ride a jet ski in Tahiti or something."

"Why not? Granted I'm not fully aware of the rules of time travel, but there must be some little cheats to have a bit of fun. And to not always be alone."

There's a little flicker of a frown, there and gone again. "I wouldn't say I'm alone."

"But do you mean coworkers? Friends you don't work with hold a different sort of spot."

"Oh, that's..." 'Different', he wants to say, but that's literally the point. Give him a moment to figure out how to even respond to that.

"I don't necessarily feel alone."

"If you don't feel alone then that's good." She shrugs.

"Guess I don't need to invite you out for drinks."

"Let's not be hasty!" Did he say that a little too fast? "If you're inviting, I won't turn it down. If that's a thing you're interested in. Drinks. With friends."

The quick turn around makes her laugh.

"Drinks. With silver-fox, time traveling friends."

"I suppose that yes, you do have those traits of a softly spoken fox, charming a poor, innocent goose back to his den for dinner." The amusement is written all over his face. "It's one of your most appealing qualities, to me."

Does he quite understand what a silver fox is? No. Has he nailed it anyway? Yes?

"Loki." Do you see this face? He's so amused and so fond. "First of all - are any geese truly innocent? And are you really going to compare yourself to one? And second," more importantly!, "while I'm flattered, it's a turn of phrase. An idiom." A metaphor, in a way. Is he going to explain it? Well, Loki does seem to have some idea, sort of, so only if he asks...

It's a fair point; he can't compare himself to a goose and then say that they are innocent in the same breath. That said...

"I don't recall comparing myself to a noisy, honking goose. Is that what you're doing, Mobius? Are you tricking me into following you home, so you can gobble me up?"

It's not very subtle, but that's also part of the fun of flirting with Mobius. Loki doesn't actually have to scheme and try to keep ahead of the game because they're both playing the same one.

"Hmm, I see. The fox part is because you're cunning, yes? And the silver is," he looks at the analyst's hair, "because of your pelt."

Edited 2021-10-30 21:07 (UTC)

The entertainment turns into a full blown grin, chuckling through his words. His pelt, that's clever. "It's more to do with being foxy, as in, attractive, sexy. But I'll take cunning. That's just as good. Sexy older fella. Who may or may not want to gobble up some hapless prey fallen for my charms."

So, he should let this silly Midgard saying go, shouldn't he? It's clear that he's getting exactly what he's in the mood for, what Mobius is in the mood for... He's even willing to play at being helpless prey for a short while...

"Not that I'm in any position to cast judgement at all, but why are foxes sexy?"

Mobius blinks, a little confused, and then actually considering the question. "That's...a good question. I guess we could take a dive into the etymology of the slang, if you wanted." He's pretty sure that's not what either of them want. "Slinky, clever, cunning, not as large and intimidating as wolves but still dangerous, but also fluffy and able to be domesticated?"

"Huh." Honestly? Loki's glad to not go a more literal route to answer his question. Especially given how everybody loves to throw the stallion back in his face at the first opportunity. But of course Mobius was better than that.

"Dangerous, but also fluffy and domesticated?" He reaches to fuss with Mobius' tie, not to tighten, but to loosen it this time. He keeps hold of the end, maybe lightly pulling on it. "Yes, that fits you quite well, also."

"You think I'm fluffy?" Is that a good thing or bad in this case? If Loki likes it, it can't be all bad. His tie is lightly pulled, and he leans forward into it easily. "Cunning and fluffy and dangerous and soft-spoken. Maybe I could stand to take a page out of your book and chase after compliments."

"I think you must be, a little bit, to be ready to forgive me when I act like, well, me." But not naive, nor wet, nor foolhardy. Mobius could be stern and even scary when needed. Just like a clever, tough, fox.

"Are you enjoying this? Me telling you what I like about you?" The corners of his mouth turn up in approval as Mobius leans in. His gaze flicks down to his lips. "I could stroke your ego further..."

Or, he could close the gap and kiss him. Which he does.

[ ota for gen, m/f for shipping or smut. ]

[It's technically a very pale, bioluminescent blue, but I figured it's close enough, and he's in his 40s anyway so why not. (Please don't mind the rust I have playing him.) If older, it can be silver or white, so why not. Please mind that he's very TALL and does not have human genitals in regards to smut. 18+ characters preferred, but age-ups acceptable.]

((YES he is a silver fox, I will fight you on this.

OTA gen, M/F + vaguely age appropriate (30-ish or older?) for shippy stuff.

I can cannibalize whatever other memes happen to be around for prompts if you want/need them.))

((

48-year-old POTUS. (I haven't played him in a while, so please excuse the rust.) Okay so his hair is black with silver streaks instead of being completely silver, but I think he's close enough to count.

OTA gen, M/F + vaguely age appropriate (30-ish or older?) for shippy stuff.

I can cannibalize whatever other memes happen to be around for prompts if you want/need them.))

Edited (accidentally hit post instead of preview) 2021-10-30 03:23 (UTC)

[ Not quite 50 yet, she's in her 40s. Still counts, right? ]

[Erik making breakfast in bed for his silver fox followed by a leg massage.]

Robert finally wandered into the hotel room at nearly dawn. The concert, dinner, and then they literally lost Joe and Aarne... or rather they were drunk and thought citywide hide and seek paired with panic inducing texts to their bandmates was the way to spend several extra hours, well into the night. He's exhausted and strung out from the stress, and to be honest, the anger. It was like your kid hiding in the mall and imagining someone kidnapped them for hours... except this was the middle of the night, in a strange city, with two people so drunk and high they couldn't be trusted to have any judgement at all.

He heard Erik moving around when he came in and hoped the ordeal hadn't kept him up all night too. Hopefully, this was just a manifest of Erik getting used to Robert's usual schedule of waking up rather early.

"Erik?" He calls while he questions whether he wants, a drink, food, a shower, or just to fall into bed and not move for hours on end.

Erik was lighting himself a cigarette and popping into his mouth when he heard Robert's voice from the bedroom. The Swede was in the bathroom having just used the toilet after needing it after so many boozy cocktails he'd drank with his brother and Gilly. Fuck, what was the time even? Was it morning? Coming out of the bathroom the young guitarist pushed a hand through his scruffy black hair and smiled warmly to his Brit.

"Morning, sötnos. Or is it night? I don't know. You look very tired, Robert. Why don't you sit down and I can make us some tea?"

The Swede didn't want any more booze because he might throw up otherwise and he was tired. Tea sounded like a good option and poor Robert looked done in. No doubt Joe and Aarne were the cause of this because Erik had heard about the Trash Twins going around the city drunk and high as kites. Fuck knows what they were doing with one another now or where they were.

"Shall we eat food together too? I have only eaten some snacks at the last bar I went to since the punks had a fight on the bar top and smashed everything off."

The bowl of nuts included.

Robert was already heading for the couch to lay down. He's beat from hours of insanity. He doesn't even bother to kick off his shoes when he makes his way on to the couch, too tired to bother.

"I've spent all night chasing crazy Scandis through the city with my brother panicking thanks to Aarne." The Brit put his hands over his face and gave it a gentle rub. He's exhausted but at least everyone is home safe.

"I can't remember when I ate." Maybe around 11 the previous night? He knew Tom had a hell of a night too with the punks and the others causing generalized chaos. As they moved closer to winter it felt like the Scandinavians were getting more and more crazy, dragging the others right along. Or maybe it was his growing tired and desire to be off the road that made it feel that way?

The guitarist drew on his cigarette and blew out the thin trail of smoke above his head before plopping down onto the couch next to Robert. The poor man. He looked exhausted and Erik knew he deserved some down time, some time to relax and stay off his feet. Time to give his driving muscles a rest.

"How about I order us some pizzas? They are open 24 hours a day here. Do you like pizza?"

Erik felt too tired to cook anything himself and he knew he wasn't as good in the kitchen as his older brother. Pizza or take away of something sounded good right now. This sounded like something couples did with each other and it caused the Swede to smile warmly.

"After we've eaten I could rub your feet and legs. I used to be good at massage back in my village, helping some of the older villagers when they walked to frozen fishing holes for hours."

"I can get up and cook." Robert wasn't one to eat out too much but he shifted to look at the Swede. "Room service? There's a menu in the drawer beside the bed."

It would be better than a pizza and then they wouldn't have to move at all. The people would just wheel the food in and set it out where ever they wanted.

"Did you just compare me to the old me in your village?" Robert laughed, tucking his hands behind his head as he laid there, stretch slightly. He needed a vacation from all these crazy Scandinavians, though the Brits were no better.

"I do not mind, sötnos. If you would like to cook then I want to help you because I want this evening to be relaxing for you."

The eager young Swede wanted to comfort his older lover and spent a quiet evening in with Robert, not having to dive out of his room to yell at people going crazy down the corridors. That might still happen but Erik wanted to be the one doing all the work this evening and not Robert. Shouting included.

"Perhaps. You would make a cute hermit though, Fluffig. But I want to be your hermit boyfriend too."

Erik giggling and then latching onto Robert, hugging him tightly before letting go finally. Goodness, he loved the man. As for food? Well, room service was one option as the guitarist walked to the phone picking it up and then winking to the Brit.

"Cooking is relaxing."

Robert wondered how long it was going to take the Swede to understand that the Brit didn't seen cooking, or the cleaning associated with it, as work. It was calm and relaxing.

"Tom already calls me a hermit." Robert laughed and shook his head. "Hermits live alone, not with boyfriends." He's teasing the younger man and slips an arm around the guitarist's waist before letting him slip away to the phone. "Why don't you get something we can share, like a fruit, cheese and bread tray with a bottle of wine?"

"Relaxing? Some people think of it as a chore but I am guessing you don't, Fluffig. Then, I will cook with you next time we are in the kitchen together. It could be fun and romantic."

Erik liked that idea very much as he was soon connected to the room service number, putting through the order for a cheese, fruit and bread sharing tray to be brought up to their room. There was also a bottle of red wine on order to go along with it. It would be fun sharing food together and the Swede had ideas. He wanted to feed Robert with little bites of food because that's what lovers did.

"They said about five minutes for our food and wine."

The guitarist putting the phone back down and walking back towards Robert, sliding two arms around the fluffy Brit, kissing his lips softly.

"I enjoy it and it feels like taking care of people or giving them a gift." Robert did like the idea of cooking with Erik sometimes, not all the time, but he could see romanticism in making it sort of a date night with a bottle of wine and spending time together. Robert, at least, would find it very relaxing.

Robert smiled into that kiss, sliding his arms around Erik's waist and tugging him into a deeper kiss. "Should we eat on the balcony?"

There were a lot of things that Robert didn't like about L.A. but the constant mild weather that allowed for a lot of time outside was one of the things he did like.

"I'd love to eat on the balcony with you, Fluffig. We can feed each other on the balcony while watching the world below."

That sounded romantic to Erik who just wanted to be close to his sexy driver and spend some intimate times with him. Sharing food with one another sounded perfect right now as the young Swede groaned into the deeper kiss. Robert's lips always felt so good against his own and it often reduced the guitarist to a blushing puddle of happiness. His palm coming up to stroke the Brit's cheek and pull at a few of those curls which were so tantalising.

"You smell nice this evening too. Your aftershave?"

Or possibly cologne.

"We could make plans for tomorrow night." Robert offered. There wasn't a show so the bands wouldn't, or shouldn't, need him in the evening. Especially, since Hexed all had cars and a few had brought their bikes along.

Gently, the Brit pulled is lover in to lay Erik's head on his chest so he could hold the younger man.

"I haven't showered since this morning." He wasn't sure what it was that Erik liked but he's glad for it. "What would you like to cook together tomorrow?"

He asked the question with a lazy pace while bringing a hand up to stroke the back of Erik's hair. It felt intimate to even talk about planning a date night for the two of them.

"I'd like that."

Erik nodded and then laid his head on Robert's chest just enjoying the warm fuzzy feeling of being close to his Brit. The man felt safe and the Swede never tired of laying on that soft fuzz on Robert's chest. He was so in love.

"No shower? Oh but you still smell nice though. All musky and---you."

The guitarist smiled boyishly as he looked up at the Brit, kissing Robert on the chest softly. The stroking to the back of his hair got a soft sigh from the Swede who loved it when Robert touched him like this. A date night sounded perfect and cooking!

"Cooking with you sounds like fun, sötnos."

Robert grinned and kissed Erik's forehead.

"What if we turn in early? Get up early for a shower and breakfast, grocery shopping and then I teach you to cook something over a bottle or two of wine?"

Robert hadn't had a day to himself and tomorrow felt like he had a good chance to get free of his obligations for awhile. Erik deserved his undivided attention for a day as much as he deserved a day off.

"That sounds good, Fluffig. I'd like that."

Erik just nuzzling up onto Robert's chest, enjoying the warm soft feeling against his ear as he close his eyes feeling sleep begin to take him. Cooking with the Brit was all the Swede wanted because it meant spending more time with Robert.

[Continued over here.]

calling all silver foxes♥♥

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