Locked in a Room

[dishevelment]

Who: Everyone stuck in Pride HQ
What: This load of crap.
When: Nov. 1-5
Where Pride HQ
Warnings: Pg-13 minimum because Carnies. Tag if it gets over that.


Everyone got the same call-- and now we're all stuck in HQ with no hint of release in sight.

The reason? No one knows.

How are you coping?

Comments

[notahobby]

[Maxxie shuffles up the bed to prop himself up on the headboard so he can steal some more vodka as he listens. His brows draw together again, but he's smiling. He waits until it's over to comment again, grinning up at Terry with a touch of excitement in his eyes.]

That one I really like.

[traumatizing]

[He steals the bottle back and looks at Maxxie, a little unsure of what to do with his enthusiasm. It's appreciated, but also makes Terry feel weirdly embarrassed. Like it's not good enough to warrant the positivity, but he knows it's good.]

Shame I never found a use for it.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie shrugs one shoulder lazily, turning onto his side to face Terry.]

Maybe it'll fit into something eventually.

[traumatizing]

[He huffs a small laugh, looking down at his lap bashfully.]

You wouldn't believe how much stuff I have around that might "fit into something eventually".

[notahobby]

That just means you're making stuff.

[He looks around the room, fighting off the vodka telling him to close his eyes.]

It's cool.

[traumatizing]

Yeah? [Terry raises an eyebrow and leans back against the headboard.] I think it makes me a step away from being the crazy guy in the creepy house on a hill who plays the organ during storms.

[He has thought long and hard about this, and come to accept it.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie laughs, pushing himself up a little more so that he's sitting again, turned toward Terry. He's drunk and he's always thought Terry was cute, but he didn't really think about getting all in his space until right now, when his face is only right there.]

[He's distracted for a second by Terry's mouth, and then he realizes that he's leaning in. He pulls back an inch, and he'd blush if the alcohol weren't already doing that for him.]

Sorry-- I don't know if you're... or what you...

[He frowns, trying to find a way to put it that makes sense, doesn't feel so brash or open himself up to something bad.]

[traumatizing]

[Terry's generally pretty bad at reading these kinds of cues, but it's kind of hard to miss when someone's going for a kiss. He has to consider it a moment, but he likes Maxxie so far - doesn't know him that well but he's nice, friendly. Infectiously upbeat.]

[He scans Maxxie's face, his head is swimming and he wants to be certain he's reading the situation right, but he's already leaning in to kiss him before he's actually settled on it. Malcoordinated and a little messy thanks to the vodka, but at least Terry's enthusiastic about it.]

[notahobby]

[The vodka means Maxxie doesn't move very quickly, but he picks up on the fact that they are kissing now pretty fast. He shifts his weight onto one hand so the other can find its way to Terry's jaw, drifting from there down to his chest to his hip and then to his thigh.]

[His handle on the situation is lacking; he thinks vaguely about getting Terry's clothes off but it's an overwhelming task right now. He may need to lay down before he tackles that.]

[But then, lying down is another thing completely. He pulls out of the kiss but doesn't pull away. What did he want to do again? Right, he wants to lie down. Can he put that in to words?]

Terry...

[Apparently not.]

[traumatizing]

Yeah?

[He brushes his fingertips lightly over Maxxie's jaw as he tries to figure out what he wants, but whatever it is it's not clear from Maxxie's expression or voice. Terry raises his eyebrows, curious. Wondering a little if he should be worried.]

[notahobby]

[He frowns, trying to concentrate. He's usually much better at this. Then again, this hasn't exactly followed his usual pattern. He's a bit thrown off.]

[He puts his hand up under Terry's shirt with the intention of taking it all the way off. Once it's gone Maxxie takes his own off and then clumsily slides onto Terry's lap, where he goes back to the kissing thing they were doing earlier. Now with bonus shirtlessness.]

[traumatizing]

[Terry hums softly and puts his hands on Maxxie's hips, feeling his way slowly around and up Maxxie's back. Even with the frankly ludicrous amount of alcohol in him, he can still appreciate the muscles there and the way they move under Maxxie's skin.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie kisses his way down to Terry's neck and his hands find his way to Terry's waistband. His fingers are a bit clumsy as he tries to figure out out the button and fly and get them undone. Meanwhile he starts explaining himself in between kissing.]

I really did come up here to listen to music. I didn't think we were gonna-- you know, people think I'm--

[There is almost definitely going to be a mark on this patch of Terry's neck that Maxxie's rambling against.]

[traumatizing]

[Terry tilts his head when Maxxie starts kissing his neck, but then he's talking and... Terry furrows his brow, listening to him ramble, and puts a hand on Maxxie's chest to push him back a little so he can look at him.]

Do you want to stop?

[He tries to make sure his voice is soft so Maxxie knows it's fine if he does, and judging by the way Terry's head is moving as he talks, he's probably not up to much except passing out cold within the next half an hour anyway.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie blinks as he realizes that his mouth is not on Terry's neck anymore. He considers the question carefully, but then he smiles.]

No.

[He takes his hands away from Terry's waistband, resting them on his chest instead.]

I think we're too drunk though.

[traumatizing]

[Terry leans forward, pressing his forehead against Maxxie's chest with a sigh.]

Probably.

[He murmurs a question, probably about whether or not Maxxie wants to leave or not, but this is actually surprisingly comfortable. He could fall asleep here.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie laughs softly and pets Terry's hair.]

You wanna lie down?

[traumatizing]

No.

[Yes.]

[He sighs and forces himself into a semi-horizontal position, though he's careful not to displace Maxxie when he does. Terry looks up at him and puts a hand on Maxxie's thigh with an apologetic smile.]

Sorry about this.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie gets off Terry's lap and lays down next to him with a sigh. He tucks a pillow under his head and smiles at Terry affectionately.]

For what, drinking too much? Think we all need a bit of that from time to time.

[traumatizing]

[Terry shifts to get a little more comfortable and closes his eyes with a small smile on his face. He wants to keep talking for a bit, but it's hard to think of anything except sleeping now he's laying down.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie closes his eyes for a bit, and a little while later he determines that Terry has fallen asleep. He rolls out of the bed, picking up his shirt and looking blearily around the room. He finds a pen and a scrap of paper and leaves a note on Terry's desk with his phone number and a short note:]

in case you want to pick things up where we left off