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Twenty-fifth Lotus

[The writing has odd pauses in it, it doesn't flow at the normal rhythm. But it's definitely Youth's.]

Ice cream truck has special ice cream! The. The ice cream truck does! It tastes funny, but now everything is very good.

I do not know why everyone was upset. I wrote so that if something was happening it would not make them upset. I do not know what to do if the elevator does not behave again but it finally started behaving and now I have seen the ice cream truck and I think that I prefer other types of ice cream over the special ice cream but now everything sparkles so I thought my journal should sparkle too. At least I did not try the apple ice cream.

I need to stop missing work and important people. I am sorry, Handmaiden. And Stoneface, if Stoneface is back yet.

The lelevator is a very strange thing. Elelvator. Ls look funny.

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~~Nothing. It was just a misunderstanding.~~

It's fine. You're back.
I'll find you something in the fridge.

~~Okay.~~

Do not close up on me please.

[A long pause.]

Do you want food or not? I'll make you some of that stuff Genius likes.

I am starving, though I am not exactly starving because then I would be in a great deal of pain, but I want to find out what is going on with you first.

Well, I'm starving, so I'm making food.

[Youth came into the kitchen after being checked out. Sure, he'd been told that he should probably rest, but that was what doctors always said. And Bell was more important anyway. Leaning his chin on Bell's shoulder from behind, Youth wrapped his arms around his partner.]

It is not snuggling so there is no reason to protest it. What are you making us?

[He tenses initially at the touch, but then relaxes back against Youth's chest. Stirring the pot in front of him slowly, he turns down the heat.]

Who said anything about protesting? When you go a week without, you'll take what you get too.

Just...food.

[Gently he brushes his cheek against Bell's.]

I thought you might. I was not sure. It seemed like a modern thing to do. I did not know a whole week had passed, though. Time was different there.

[There's a bit of silence as he thinks about how the days had blended together.]

It smells very good.

[His stomach grumbles in agreement as he reaches up and gently toys with the hair at the back of Bell's head.]

I missed you.

Not your fault. I could protest if you'd like. [Except he was enjoying it, so unless protesting meant more snuggles...which knowing Youth maybe it did...Bell was not protesting. He was going to just accept his snuggles and enjoy them, thankyouverymuch!]

[He sets the spoon down on a saucer on the counter.]

Mm...well, it's not as spicy as you like, but...

[Bell's quiet for a second, recalling the argument with Genius earlier in the week, the day Youth was elevator-kidnapped.]

...Yeah, same.

I think I like it when you are honest about what you want and do not want. But I would not listen if you protested against this right now. [He kisses Bell's jaw, drawing the two of them as close as possible.]

I will trust your cooking. [A trust that is not returned, alas, but Youth would work on it. The admission gets a tightening of Youth's arms around Bell.]

Somehow I will find a way to stay and not disappear like this. It is not right to anyone. The place I was trapped in was important, but I do not want to talk about that right now. I want to be you and me and us right now.

[Bell closes his eye. If Youth wasn't high, if he wasn't in a stupid turtle outfit, it would be ...easier, maybe, to attempt to not be a distant, emotionless robot and welcome Youth back properly. As it was, Bell is reminded of how easy the Sphere can manipulate them--changes of wardrobe, altered states of mind, disappearances... He should be using Youth's high to his advantage, but Bell's heart just isn't in it. He kind of just wants standard Youth. But he tries to make his tone appropriately teasing.] Mm, then no use protesting just for show.

At least we know mine doesn't kill...

[He wishes there was a way to make people stay and not disappear, but...Bell doubts they can find it. He'll ask about the place later.]

Hard to be us when you're a giant turtle and I'm ...something else.

[Youth didn't think Bell was upset with him, but the reaction on the journal hadn't been encouraging. Had his disappearance this time caused problems? He would try to fix it. Somehow it had to be possible to fix things. It would just be challenging.] Really? I am glad.

[That was a good point, and Youth was pretty ravenous. With a nod he tore off a chunk of bread and dipped it in what Bell had been making. He was a little shocked; that was a rushed and not very polite thing to do, but he'd been hungry for a while, and grabbing a sandwich on the way home hadn't helped much at all.] I am sorry. I... [He eyed the piece of bread in his hand and did his best to practice self-control long enough for Bell to have a chance to eat too.]

Is that what I am? I could not see what was on my back other than the staff. [Youth looked Bell over, trying to figure out who or what he was.] It looks... good. Not silly.

[It was always challenging with Bell.]

[Bell shook his head and moved the food to a more accessible space for Youth.] Go ahead. You need it more than I do right now. [Still, he took a piece of bread for himself to break off and eat slowly. Despite the earlier claim, he was really not starving--he had only been trying to find a diversion.]

Yeah. A bandit turtle or something. [It was stupid looking, whatever kind of turtle it was. Bell tugged at his own sleeves--the frills were annoying, and he did think the costume was ridiculous, regardless of Youth's statement.] You just like it because the pants are tight.

[And that was the point of things. Challenges. Challenges and partners.]

Thank you. [It took all of his self control to eat at a decent pace instead of as fast as he wanted too. Youth could not remember ever being this hungry, even in the rather empty village that the elevator had taken him to. He ate at a pace that was not polite. At least Youth managed to make sure to not drip anything on Bell's shoulder.]

A bandit turtle. That does not make sense. But I have read of worse. [Youth thought the frills were fun, actually. Partly against his will Youth looked down at the tightness of the pants.] It also... also looks good on you. [His free hand slid down Bell's side, to his partner's waist.]

[As long as Youth is up for the challenge, then the latter can remain true, yes.]

[Bell tries to ignore the bad eating habits there. If Youth is indeed high like Derrick implied, which it seems is true, Bell can't really hold this against him.]

[Bandit turtle makes more sense than some of the costumes Bell has seen around. Some are...odd cardboard configurations. Others are straight out of that Spencer's shop from the mall, or worse. Bell is pretty sure his own costume is from a bad porno. Youth's just looks like a kid's attempt at dress-up.]

...Well, it would look better off me.

[Youth is always up for a challenge. And for Bell.]

[He really does feel off, and he's a little embarrassed that he'd done something not very smart, again, but it's distant. In fact, even though he's got a few worries on his mind they're distant. Youth is feeling rather relaxed, and still amused by the word 'elevator.']

[Off. Youth eyed Bell before dipping a finger in the slightly spicy sauce and drawing a line of it down Bell's neck. Leaning in he licked it off. There. That was off. And that inspired a snort of laughter from Youth. For some reason it was funny.] And that is off you now.

[He reached up and undid the top vest button of Bell's outfit.]

[Oh, I bet.]

[This relaxed, high Youth (sans costume) would be amusing to keep around or revisit once in a while, if it didn't mean he was on a trip, really. Next time, Bell decided, he wanted to be high too, just to be in on the jokes and experience the trip during sex, even if he hated the idea of not being in control of himself anymore.]

[Bell chuckled a little, more at Youth finding it funny than at any actual humor, and then dipped a gloved finger into the sauce and drew it down his cheek to his neck again. ]

I think you missed some.

[If Bell said he liked a relaxed Youth, he could potentially get a relaxed Youth in a future. Or someone who was attempting to be relaxed.]

[The normal fluster wasn't there as Youth pressed close to Bell's back, against the very tight pants. The seduction of it was slightly lost in him snickering as he leaned in to clean up the sauce from Bell again.]

Even I am not getting that much on you, and I am eating over you. You are messy.

[It was obvious it was on purpose. That didn't change how amusing it was to be eating the sauce off of Bell. Starting to get a bit into it, Youth sucked the sauce off of Bell's chin.]

[Attempting to be and being were somewhat different things, but Bell might ask. A very chill time might be an interesting change in pace.]

[He was pretty sure the already tight pants became tighter.. The seduction of Youth's body against his backside and Youth's voice in his ear was not lost on Bell.]

Oops. Maybe you should teach me some manners, hm?

[If it sated Youth's ravenous appetite, Bell would be happy to wear more of the sauce and let Youth clean it off him however the other man wished. He scooped some sauce up again and let it slide down the open front of his shirt.]

[Knowing that it was something Bell wanted could be the difference between trying and being. Youth trusted Bell and Bell's experience. It wouldn't be too hard.]

[He could see the change in Bell's body and he rocked against his partner, encouraging it.]

I think that would be hard. But I would start with being on time. Except that I have now been late because of the elevator! Elevator. It elevates!

[Youth shifted around to Bell's front to get at the sauce, leaning down and licking at it as slowly as he could before adding a bit of teeth to it.]

But you can be rude now. If you would like.

[Maybe he would ask then. He just didn't want to suggest to Youth that he'd prefer the man was anything but the enthusiastic person he truly was. Enthusiasm had its good points, too.]

[Bell braced a hand against the countertop as Youth rocked against him from behind. His hips rocked back, grinding once or twice, just a little teasingly, enjoying now just how tight the pants were, and that he could feel Youth's body through them.]

On-time is overrated...

[Bell groaned at the touch of Youth's teeth against his skin. He smeared the sauce over his lower lip and then licked it off his gloved fingertips, sucking on the ends thoughtfully.]

It'd be easier if there was more of me exposed to be rude with. [He swatted Youth gently in the chest with the end of the riding crop--another reason to think this costume was from a porno.] And more of you to be rude to.

[Being different and acting different for a night to try out something new were not the same thing. Youth would never stop being enthusiastic about life and everything, but he could role play just a little.]

[The grind back got a grunt out of Youth. He didn't miss that he had Bell bracing on the counter. It was fun to have Bell pinned.]

Time is important! It is courtesy! And it is... important!

[Bell's groan had even Youth's strange and stretchy pants starting to feel tight. He pulled Bell's head closer, sucking on the covered lip before sliding a tongue in. He let the kiss last for a very nice, long time as he finished undoing Bell's vest in accordance with the comment. The swat got the kiss broken as he looked at what Bell was holding.]

What is that?

[Youth started trying to cooperate, but he couldn't get the thing on his back off on his own. It was snapped in some way he couldn't see.]

I think I will need help with that.

[Alright. Roleplaying was fine, just so Youth understood it was a game.]

I like my time, though...

[Bell got lost in the shared kiss for a good while, barely even noticing the vest was now undone until Youth pulled away. His pants were unbelievably tight now, and he could feel Youth's reaction against his own. This was the kind of "high" he enjoyed.]

Just...[He swung the crop down against Youth's thigh.] A prop.

Hm...well, let's see... [He walked slowly around Youth, inspecting the outfit, and Youth, slowly. It looked like it was attached at the shoulders...and maybe something to affix it lower, too, so it didn't flap around. Bell gave a tug and the shell detached from one shoulder of the costume, and another tug freed it from the other. After removing the shell entirely from the back of the turtle costume, he gave Youth's ass a nice swat with the crop, and then slid the end of the crop down along the cleft.] Need help with anything else?

[Youth wasn't about to take 'living life' advice from someone who was aloof and modern and unconcerned about being on time or getting up early. But he'd definitely try things in the bedroom with Bell.]

That is the point. Everyone likes their time.

[The small sting felt strange but good. His eyes followed the item as Bell moved, turning his head to see him until the shell was in the way. It was strange to have the shell off; the weight hadn't been bothersome and it had added drag while running, making the workout more intensive.]

[His breathing sped up at the second swat, and he looked back at Bell over his shoulder with half-lidded eyes when the item rubbed against him. That felt good, and Youth was starting to figure out what sort of a prop it was. He felt surprisingly at ease. Chill, almost.]

Yes. [Youth turned, challenge in his dark eyes, as he rubbed his groin against Bell's. He should be stammering, but everything seemed fluid and fitting.] With this. I need a lot of help. You can keep using that.

[All of those were overrated! But bedroom experiments, yeah, Bell could be ok only teaching those things to Youth, and not teaching tardiness, etc.]

I like mine more.

[The costume was a million times more tolerable without the shell. Now at least he could get his hands on Youth properly, and not feel like he was about to screw a turtle or something equally kinky and not his thing. He smiled slyly at Youth, surprised to find no blush and awkwardness in Youth's expression. It was as much a turn-on as the handsome blush could be, but because of the lack of blush, it didn't feel as much like Bell was commanding or guiding him with the crop as just playing as Youth played back. Chill and confident was interesting on Youth. Very interesting.]

If you insist. [He leaned in over Youth and against the man's back as he pulled on the zipper at the back of the costume. The crop meanwhile hung loosely from his hold, swishing back and forth like a horse's tail as the tress brushed against the fabric of the costume over Youth's groin. Once Bell was done with the zipper, he playfully rubbed it along over Youth's package, admiring his handiwork from over Youth's shoulder, and then smacked the crop on Youth's stomach.]

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