Twenty-fifth Lotus

[spandexisyouth]

[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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[spandexisyouth]

[Youth hadn't picked up on Bell hesitating at all, so the implication that he wasn't there enough was lost on him. He wanted this too. Somehow Bell managed to always excite him.]

[More like stupid relaxed sexy Youth. All the normal trip-ups would be back when he was done tripping. But for now he was just going with the flow of things and had no reasons not to.] I like that.

[He liked the other too, just as much, but this way was probably better for Bell's sake. This way Bell wouldn't be getting increasingly frustrated as Youth did everything slowly instead of hard and fast.]

[Youth wasn't helping the situation, keeping up the pace on them both even as Bell teased him with touch. He pushed against the fingers, just a little. The question took thought, something that wasn't all that easy. Leaning would be interesting, though it was the other that sounded the hottest. Especially if Bell played a bit more with the crop.] We have never done the bending over. Let us change that.

[His eyes scanned the kitchen, considering the same thing Bell was. Unfortunately, they didn't have much that would work in this room. They couldn't do much in the kitchen often. Youth gave Bell's lips a quick kiss before he reluctantly released the both of them and stepped into the living room. The closest was under the couch, actually, tucked back and hidden in case of things getting... interesting, and in the interest of it not being discovered by Lotus or the dogs. Later he'd probably turn beet-red when he realized he'd revealed to Bell that he'd put some there. For now, it was just practical.]

[Returning, he pressed the bottle into Bell's hand and his body against Bell's. Youth took the opportunity to languidly kiss Bell.]

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[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

[Well, you know. That lasted probably all of a couple comments on the journals. Then Youth came home and well, holding off was rather difficult to do EVEN when Youth looked like a moron in a turtle costume.]

[Trip ups could be nice too. Too much relaxation and you fail to feel.] Mmm...me too.

[Slow could be ok, but more so when Youth was in the right frame of mind for slow...slow, steamy, intimate. Where frustration had a purpose.] Alright.

[His body felt cool and a momentary ounce of longing when Youth stepped away, and followed Youth's movements from the doorway of the kitchen. ...Well now. Bell hadn't put that down there. How had lube gotten under the couch? Hm hm. Interesting~]

[His fingers closed around the cool bottle, though, even though the one thing they needed to progress with this had been obtained, it was hard to take his focus from Youth long enough to give instructions for the next step. That kiss was slow and alluring and wonderfully distracting.]

[When he finally broke from the kiss, Bell's body felt like it was on a delicious slow simmer. But simmer wasn't getting them where they intended to be. He drew up the crop between them, the tress brushing the tip of Youth's nose as if it might hit him any second, though Bell had no intention of doing anything of the sort.]

Unfortunately, this isn't going to work if you want to be over the counter. [He gestured wordlessly with the prop towards the countertop nearest them, stepping around and behind Youth before guiding the man closer and, with a hand on the back of his partner's head, pressing him down over the cool, flat surface.]

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[spandexisyouth]

[Since Bell felt that Youth looked like a moron in his beloved green spandex, it was hardly surprising that he still was interested in Youth in a goofy turtle costume. Especially after a week of not getting any, combined with a fight with Genius.]

[This was something Youth would be aware of after the trip. He probably would avoid all 'special' things in the future; too much of the moment was missed. His gaze got distantly curious. He might as well find out if Bell enjoyed things both ways as well.] I like inside you too.

[Right now it was an almost-but-not-quite-detached slowness. Youth was into it, but he wasn't entirely there. He really could stand there for hours kissing Bell. Certain parts of his body would wind up a bit frustrated, but the rest of him would be happy. Frowning, Youth watched the crop near his face. He wasn't sure he was comfortable with the idea of being hit like that. But before he could voice anything, Bell made it clear that wasn't the plan.]

[Youth nodded, getting breathless as he let Bell guide him. The cold counter was a complete opposite to the heat of his body and the heat behind him. Resting on it, bent over, Youth nodded. Part of him was saying that this was a stupid position idea because he could hardly kiss Bell during things now. Another part said that it was pretty hot to not be able to see what Bell was doing. And then there was the smallest part of him that was exercising all the self-control it had at its disposal to keep him from grinding against the counter.]

Bell... [There was a little bit of pleading in his voice. Not a whole lot, but it was there.] Please.