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longestnight_old2015-06-19 02:03 am
atippleoftransparency) wrote in longestnight_old2015-06-19 02:03 am
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Mission: Very Possible
Lyle Norg is very pleased with himself. Sure, he and Brainy are in a crisis situation and trapped away from their team, but it's a crisis situation where they still have the time and space to take breaks to collect themselves and recover from the Hell that was the previous universe they'd been trapped in. And since they are no longer in that universe, he can do things now that he couldn't have earlier.
Things like the thing that he is currently very pleased about.
Invisible, he slips into the area already designated as "Brainy's Lab", cradling a mechanical-and-fluff penguin in his hands (it's quite dapper, for a toy, if he does say so himself). Brainy is naturally hard at work, but Lyle can be patient, drifting silently toward the Coluan and taking advantage of his invisibility and Brainy's preoccupation to admire his boyfriend in his natural and undisturbed element. And ogle him a little. He'd done both these things before, but never when he'd been in a position to do anything about them.
He just needs to wait until Brainy turns away...
When the moment comes, Lyle is as swift and silent as a striking snake, dropping the penguin and its attached note where Brainy can't miss it when he turns back, but not actually in Brainy's experiment since an inevitable explosion is not what he's going for here.
Then, holding his breath in anticipation, he steps back to watch Brainy's reaction.
Things like the thing that he is currently very pleased about.
Invisible, he slips into the area already designated as "Brainy's Lab", cradling a mechanical-and-fluff penguin in his hands (it's quite dapper, for a toy, if he does say so himself). Brainy is naturally hard at work, but Lyle can be patient, drifting silently toward the Coluan and taking advantage of his invisibility and Brainy's preoccupation to admire his boyfriend in his natural and undisturbed element. And ogle him a little. He'd done both these things before, but never when he'd been in a position to do anything about them.
He just needs to wait until Brainy turns away...
When the moment comes, Lyle is as swift and silent as a striking snake, dropping the penguin and its attached note where Brainy can't miss it when he turns back, but not actually in Brainy's experiment since an inevitable explosion is not what he's going for here.
Then, holding his breath in anticipation, he steps back to watch Brainy's reaction.
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What with the oversized safety apron. And the ridiculous safety goggles. And the rubbery safety gloves.
When he saw the doll and the note, he froze, narrowing his eyes, then pulled off the massive rubbery safety gloves, and pushed the goggles to the top of his head.
What was this nonsense doing in his lab and who'd put it there? He didn't see anyone aro - ooooh, he knew what this was. (Or at least who was behind it?) Sure enough, the note appeared to be written in Interlac.
What was his boyfriend up to?
He went over and picked up the note.
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M E
There was a small round speaker below the penguin's natty bow tie, and a control panel beneath that with buttons for 'play', 'record', 'rewind', and 'fast forward. It stared at Brainy with a mostly-neutral but perhaps slightly smug expression on its beak (Lyle had dug through a pile of these things looking for exactly the right one. The fact that they were hand-made made each of them unique, and he'd been sure there was a perfect one for Brainy).
Lyle, standing invisible several feet away, breathed out slowly and quietly so as not to be heard and bit his lip.
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His fondness was getting more and more obvious as well.
There was something novel in this and he was quick to figure out why - it was the first time they were able to extend these sort of gestures to each other without someone else watching, without them having to pretend to be something other than themselves.
He hit play.
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"Greetings, agent," came Lyle's voice from the speaker, slightly tinny but completely neutral in tone (which had taken some doing. He'd had to practice his speech over and over until he'd been able to say it without smiling). "Your assignment, should you choose to accept is, is to meet a debonair and charming stranger for a romantic dinner at 7PM tonight in the glacier-viewing room here at the Pole. I suggest you take the role of a mysterious and ravishing beauty, sharp of eye and keener of wit, with a smile like the onrushing dawn as viewed from space..."
It went on for a bit. It had been fun when he'd been alone in a room making it up, but hearing it now, it was beginning to sound a little corny...
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No, he'd save the laughter for the end.
The fond look still hadn't left his face as he listened, even despite how corny it was.
(Or maybe because of how corny it was).
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"...None of this should be a problem for you, as you are all these things already," the recording concluded. "This message will self-destruct in three...two...one..."
It did not self-destruct. It did emit the recording of Lyle blowing very loudly into a kazoo.
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Lyle was one of the few that could get it out of him quite easily.
Eventually, he stopped laughing, holding onto the silly bird toy and smiling down at it.
"Well, I suppose I should go get ready for dinner. After all, it takes time to make oneself properly ravishing."
He leaned forward over the lab table and looked around.
"'Said Brainiac to no one in particular,'" he said, "Because there certainly aren't any other sentients idling around here watching me. Perish the thought."
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As Brainy leaned over the lab table and looked around, Lyle crept closer until they were almost nose-to-nose. Oh no, nobody in this lab but empty air and scientists playing 'chicken' with their boyfriend's lips.
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Brainy set one of the centrifuges to a timer and cleaned up (most) of his mess, took off his apron, washed his hands in the sink (uuuugh liquid-based dermal scrubs and soaaap, so primitive).
"I'm going to go get changed. Not that anyone who cares at all about what I'm wearing -" he added slyly "- or not wearing, is in the vicinity. That would be ridiculous."
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He was already dressed for dinner, after all.
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Taking his time.
He left the door open just a little bit longer than was absolutely necessary for someone walking through a door alone.
Then he started to look through his wardrobe, slowly, with his usual fastidiousness. Maybe a little slower than he usually would have. He didn't have that many clothes that were good for dressing up but having a versatile wardrobe had seemed a good plan given the shard missions.
"Hmm. I like the cut on this one but I'm not sure the color and my skin tone would convey the attributes that could be properly categorized as 'ravishing.'"
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Well, not just to watch, at least.
Color was...not something Lyle was good at, though. There was a reason his wardrobe consisted entirely of blacks, white, and neutrals, and it wasn't just because whites could be bleached and blacks could be bleached and/or easily re-dyed. Of course, the more pertinent question was what would break the unspoken rules of the little game they were playing here? Lyle had remained silent and invisible thus far, his only noticeable action having been to kick-start things. Would providing further, visible input be against the rules of the game?
Lyle leaned around Brainy, careful not to touch him at this point, and examined the shirt. The cut was certainly flattering, and a light brush of his fingertips (could have been an air current, or Brainy's hand moving very slightly) indicated that it was pleasant to the touch. If Lyle wasn't certain about the color, it's presence in Brainy's closet indicated that at least Brainy liked it on himself. And when it came to ravishing, that was the important part, right?
He reached up and carefully grasped the fabric and tugged it toward Brainy, releasing it quickly enough that, had it not been Brainy who was well-aware of his presence in the room, one could have been forgiven for thinking they'd imagined it.
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"I suppose it'll do."
Brainy got undressed, undoing his belt and slipping out of his boots and socks, slipping the purple jumpsuit off his body. He'd taken to wearing them with the top unzipped and dangling, his belt holding the bottom half up, with his usual tight uniform top covering his upper body instead. He'd found some with many many useful pockets and liked the option of zipping up and having long sleeves whenever he wanted, given the cold of the Pole. It was something of a throwback to the very useful utilitarian ponchos and body wraps he and Lyle had worn when they were back with the Legion, traveling the multiverse.
The top came off next, revealing the muscular arms of an engineer used to lifting heavy machinery and sometimes holding heavy nano-welding tools. Somehow his uniform always seemed to hide his muscle definition despite being skintight, maybe because the black fabric hid any lines and counters.
He knew Lyle liked his arms and shoulders.
If he undressed slow a little more slowly than usual so Lyle could admire them (and everything else), then at the very least he didn't change his usual routine so it almost looked casual.
The underwear went last as he changed out of his boxers and into a pair of boxer briefs. He didn't really need to change those, he just felt like it.
Then he started to get dressed. When he got to the button-up shirt, he smirked slightly as he stared in the mirror, and in an entirely insincere voice said, "Oh no. My normally dexterous fingers can't seem to work these buttons. Unprecedented. What is the cause of this phenomenon? Whatever will I do without someone to to reach around from behind me and button them up for me?"
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He didn't plaster himself against Brainy's back because well, he was a healthy, allosexual twenty-something, there were certain reactions that just happened when watching one's boyfriend strip down and then dress himself in clothes that you were very likely to be invited to remove later. He did however press his chest against Brainy's back and rest his chin on Brainy's shoulder as he slid his arms around to do the buttons up the front of Brainy's shirt. Not all the way up; the collar was left open and the two buttons below that as well. Lyle nuzzled Brainy's neck as he slid his hands down his arm to button the cuff of one arm, then moved to the other side and gently bit his ear as he buttoned the second.
Hey, if he was going to be struggling with certain impulses that would make them late to dinner, he didn't want to be the only one.
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It was hard, you see, to fully accept certain ideas when you'd spent most of your life thinking them impossible, like the idea that you were attractive to someone. Like the idea that said someone would consistently be acting on that attraction by finding ways to make your heart skip a beat or two (or three).
Even when he teased Lyle back (or first) he wasn't always able to guess how he might react or to what extremes he'd take things. But then creativity had never really been Brainy's forte. So in a situation where he'd expected maybe Lyle's hands buttoning up his shirt and touching his chest and sides and arms, and maybe some nuzzling, he got just...a little bit more than he'd expected, with that little bite to the ear.
And that was why he made that little noise that was somewhere between a gasp and a squeak.
"We... we are perilously close to being late for dinner," Brainy gasped out with a shuddering little breath
And also dangerously close to making the fact he was getting dressed completely counterproductive.
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"If neither of us arrive on time, and therefore neither of us are inconvenienced, are either of us really 'late'?" He asked philosophically, helpfully tucking Brainy's shirt into his pants for him. Neatening him up might be the opposite of what he generally wanted to do in this state, but he couldn't knock the novelty of it.
He nuzzled Brainy's neck again, running his palms down over Brainy's hips. "On the other hand, we'll both have a bit more energy to burn after we eat. Not to mention to antici-"
Mid-word, he licked the pulse fluttering in the Coluan's throat. "-Pation," he finished, breathing the syllables over the damp spot, then peeled himself off of Brainy's back and moved away because otherwise they were definitely going to be late.
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"Oh, evil. None of it was ever an act, was it. All this time you've been very, very bad man and I was just blinded by your human wiles."
He briefly closed his eyes, hands at his temples as he tried to concentrate and will his body into calming down before certain...reactions overwhelmed him.
He went through his usual litany, thinking up various unsexy things:
"Powdered wigs. Scientific studies lacking statistical rigor. Wearing sunglasses indoors to look 'cool.' People saying they can't find something because they haven't actually looked. Apostrophes used to make English plurals. People kissing the air next to other people's faces when they meet them instead of just kissing them..."
He waved a hand in the air, flapping it in the direction of the door.
"Go, you exceptionally naughty and exceedingly handsome man, and give me time to calm certain biological responses, or dinner isn't happening."
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It was a good thing he was invisible, because he could actually feel the smug radiating from him (or maybe it was just excessive body heat due to 'certain biological responses'. Or both).
"You know where to find me when you're done calming things down," he said, putting as much leer into his voice as possible. "I'll go see about the food."
And maybe dash outside for a moment and let the cold take care of his side of things.
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When Brainy did arrive a the aforementioned Glacier Viewing Room, the furniture that usually inhabited the main area had been pushed away to form a ring at the edges of the room. Lyle had spread a blanket, picnic style; and arranged the attractively-plated finger-foods so that everything would be in reach of at least one of them. And Lyle faded into visibility a few steps from the door wearing a white button-up shirt, black slacks, and no headband.
"Hey," he said with a smirk. "You look like my date for tonight."
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That, not the picnic, not the invitation, was the true sign of Lyle's commitment to this. He actually took off his silly little headband.
"Extremely flattering. Though, I do admit that I find the prospect of not being up to take it off myself while we're in bed somewhat disappointing. It's usually my favorite part of initiating the festivities; it's something like the concupiscent version of cutting a ceremonial ribbon."
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"Well, there are plenty of ribbons around here. I'm sure I can find something for you to unravel off of me. Drink? I've got a few options depending on if you want something warm or chilled."