falkeditupagain | IC/OFFLINE: I want to take you far, from the cynics in this town

IC/OFFLINE: I want to take you far, from the cynics in this town

Time: Sometime after the Pitch fiasco.
Place: House on the Rock
Back in the usual house, Hanna's had enough of laying low. No one had come after him just yet, and if they hadn't, he assumed they were at least going to wait a little longer. Let it stew for a few months before something happens and when they think he's off guard. At least that's the strategy that people usually employ in books and movies. He'd assume the same could be applied here. Still, being in his own room again, back at the house is comforting. And he's just undressing for a much needed change of clothes after wearing the same thing the last few days while hiding, pausing in front of a ruddy mirror in the room leaning against the wall. It's odd, to see his chest now, without the staples and in place, just a simple line, lighter than the one he'd had before. His hand raises up to trace the line, stomach sucking in a moment before he lets his breath go.

It was like a weight had lifted, even if he has much more things to worry about now, but its one less thing, he thinks, unbuttoning his pants and slipping off his boxers to route through one of his drawers to find more worn clothing. And, locating some boxers and a pair of shorts, he considers a top, eyeing the long sleeve shirts that he'd gathered, but in the current weather it was much too hot for that.

Alternatively, he grabbed a tanktop that was usually reserved for undershirt status and pulled it on, considering the lack of sleeves and how, if he moved a certain way, the upper line of his scar was visible, but...not ugly like it had been. Managing an encouraging smile for himself to chase away any sort of insecurity, he kicked his dirty laundry away and went to open the door in search of some conversation. Maybe see if he could get a reaction out of his 'daring' and different shirt choice.

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It's hot, all right. Lea's stretched out on the couch in a threadbare orange T-shirt, one arm behind his head and the other trailing on the floor. He is fairly sure that at any moment now he's going to melt.

"Hanna?" he calls as he hears a light footstep in the hallway, curious, but slightly too melty to sit up and look over the back of the couch. "Is that you?"

And here Hanna thought Lea liked the warmth. He supposes that in this case being too cold is better than being too hot. He's already starting to sweat a little too, he can feel it rolling down his back. Sticking his head into the living room, having heard the voice though? He smiles a little more, slipping into the room and discovering Lea on the couch.

"Hey...You look like you're going dissolve into a puddle of goo."

"It's hot even for me," Lea mourns, and looks up at Hanna with his eyebrows soaring. "Hey, that shirt looks nice on you. Have you ever worn it before?"

"You could go beg Demyx for some water. Did you have an ice-guy on your team? Maybe he could show up and spread some mercy around?"

He pulls at the shirt a little to get more airflow in, swallowing a little self-consciously because okay, that kind of exposes him more but. It feels pretty good, anyways. "Just under things. I look pretty scrawny, huh?"

"Ice? Yeah, we used to. He probably wouldn't be in the mood for doing me any favors if he showed up, though, trust me..."

He has to admit he's enjoying the view, especially as Hanna tugs at his shirt. The scar looks much better than it used to -- healing, even, which is a big step up.

He leans over, aiming for a kiss.

"You look great."

"Oh, yeah? did he have an icicle shoved up his ass?"

And Hanna doesn't even mind when he can feel Lea's eyes on him. Now that he doesn't look like someone out of a horror film, he can feel much better about it. A more natural look, rather. "If you say so. My next goal is to try and gain some weight, but...it's kind of hard in a place like this."

When some days its hard to even get enough to go around, it's a pretty lofty goal to be honest. But, he'll lean over the couch to return the favor with a soft kiss. "What I wouldn't give for a cool bath, though."

"I killed him." It's a casual admission; of all the things he regrets, killing Vexen isn't even in the top five. Lea pulls away after a moment, reluctantly, and pats the couch next to him. "Come on, sit down! The couch isn't too warm."

To be honest, the feeling in the pit of his stomach almost has Hanna take a step back. The way he says it so casually makes Hanna wonder how many people he really has killed, and...from his recent activities, well. It makes him a little uncomfortable.

He sits though, thankful for a subject change and drapes himself on the couch, sprawled out with his legs on top of Lea, arms over the arm rest. "This reminds me of that heat wave we had in town once. No AC, going to work was the best. I spent my breaks in the freezer section."

Lea settles back into the cushions, watching Hanna's face. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten into details about Vexen after all. Well -- it's too late now, isn't it?

Absently, he brushes his fingers over the top of Hanna's nearest ankle, and grins. "It reminds me of Agrabah. Only they didn't have refrigerators there! I should've introduced one or two. Imagine all the munny I could've made on the side."

"That sounds pretty gross...no air conditioning in what, India? Sounds about right..." god, he couldn't imagine it, though living through this heatwave made him think that maybe he actually could imagine it. He sighs heavily, letting his head fall back on the armrest and lifts his foot a little when Lea touches it, smiling just a little.

...In weather like this it was hard to even want to do anything, but Hanna wasn't really one for lazing around all day long. He got bored too easy, lifting his head again to toss a glance at Lea. " you want to do anything? I'm bored out of my mind over here..."

"India? No, Agrabah. That's what we called the world, anyway," he adds with a shrug, turning his head to the side against the couch cushions and settling in a little more securely. "Anyway, the point is, it was hot.

"And I don't know. Do I have to get up for this? I was looking forward to a nice afternoon nap...."

"Well, that sounds like it'd be a city in India or something. How big are these worlds you're always talking about anyways? I can't imagine just...going to a whole new world with only one name. I guess here, but. When I think world I think billions of people living there."

He settles a little more, tilting his head way back so he can see him more clearly and shrugs, unable to help smiling. "Your solution to everything is a nap. And, I guess we don't have to get up to do something...We could play a game? My mind's just busy, that's all."

"They're pretty big." Lea walks his fingers over Hanna's ankle again, returning the smile. "We just only ever had the time to see little chunks of them... so who knows what the rest is like?"

Thoughtfully, he adds, "And I can think of a few things we could do lying down."

"If you ever find out, you should tell me. Sounds pretty interesting." His head lifts though, giving Lea a raised eyebrow and a look at his next comment, trying to fight a smile. "Yeah? Right here on the couch? Or would there be some relocating involved?"

It isn't like anyone is home at the moment, but they live with a bunch of teenagers. Well. They look like teenagers, anyways.

"No one's home," Lea points out, and grins with just a tiny touch of evil. "Besides, it's even hotter in the bedroom... and not in a good way."

"You're naughty. And you get to answer any awkward questions of someone comes home, got it?" That and couch cleaning detail. But he's going to actually put some effort into sitting up this time, leaning back against the arm of the chair.

"And one last thing." He'll just steal a quick kiss as he settles, pulling back a little. "You get to be on top, cause I'd rather not have anyone walk in and see my pale ass from the doorway. It could probably blind someone."

"Whatever," Lea says, with a roll of his eyes, and sits back up, leaning toward Hanna. "Like I'm any less pale, huh?"

-- and he suspects he'd be stuck answering awkward questions anyway, so they'll just have to move fast. He leans in further to steal another kiss, and adds, "Besides, yours? Definitely a nice view."

"You've got some color. More than me anyways." Hanna can only ever get a patchy light tan anyways if he tries hard enough. And lots of freckles to go with the sunburn alternating with soft tan. Like a freckled burn victim or something. But that isn't exactly important when Lea leans closer and kisses him, a hand bracing itself on his shoulder before he breaks the kiss and sits up on his knees.

"I could disagree but I think i'll take the compliment this time." His smile is softer when he speaks, glancing down to start on the button of his shorts. He's thinking this shouldn't be done at a slow, casual pace anyways seeing as they're in the main living room of the house. Some sort of speed should be added if they want to go unnoticed. But even this much movement is making it feel hotter, Hanna wiggling a little bit to get his pants down. "Fuck is it hot..."

"Should I take that as a compliment?" Lea grins, unrepentant, and reaches out to help Hanna shimmy out of his shorts. "Or are you just being literal?"

He's in his usual clothes -- half-ruined T-shirt, Organization pants, boots off by the side of the couch because at least it's a little more comfortable without those to contend with. The shirt's easy to shimmy out of, but the pants, well. He'll take care of those in a minute. It'll take longer.

"Well, it can go both ways." He returns, glancing up with a smile and a shake of his head. How did he know he was going to say something like that? But even if Lea can be sometimes predictable, he loves him all the same. He sits up more on his knees, gets his shorts past his thighs before standing up completely, feeling a little awkward that his crotch is practically in Lea's face a moment before he pulls his pants past his knees and then settles down again to kick them off. That was a little better, but all the movement just made it feel more hot.

"You know, with it being like this, I would half suggest like, screwing in the lake, but I have no idea how sanitary that shit is, and don't even get me started on that fucking squid." But perhaps a soak afterwards would be nice. It would cool him down in any case, just...not now.

But, by the looks of it Lea is wearing too much still, Hanna in boxers and his tank top, and obviously lea should lose the pants. Just, not right now. He'll idly start at the button and zip with one hand, but the other is finding Lea's shoulder and leaning in for another kiss.

"The squid," Lea says, absently shoving his pants down with one hand in an attempt to help Hanna out, "isn't invited."

He kisses back, eyelids drooping, and basks for a long moment. Yeah, it's hot out, but that just makes Hanna's body cool by comparison where their skin presses together.

Besides, he likes it hot.

He runs his hand up Hanna's side under the tank top, fingers telling over each rib.

"No lake," he concludes. "Maybe we could swim later..."

"Well good. I'd hope not." Its nice, lazy, and he breathes in slow when Lea runs his hands along his sides. It feels good and the skin is still sensitive. Especially the front, which he is debating on fixing in the near future. He sucks in a slow breath, glancing down at Lea's fingers and then presses his fingers to them, pausing their movement for a minute.

"Hey, um...you could probably take this off...its not as bad as it was." He smiles, just a little and settles on Lea's lap, "not as gross as it used to be."

"You just want to cool off," Lea mutters, and reaches for the hem of Hanna's tank, top. He stops with his fingers hooked in the cloth, a little seriousness sneaking into his expression as he meets Hanna's eyes again.

"You're sure it's okay?"

Hanna's healing, he knows, but he's not sure how much difference that makes. They're not in their room, and it might not be the best time to try pulling his shirt off...

... although, Lea has to admit, he'd like it.

Hanna nods again, swallowing. There's a little courage and self consciousness that's mixed in with it, but when he opens his mouth he's downplaying the feelings, shrugging. "Yeah...it's just a scar. I'll be okay."

Like ripping off a bandaid, he settles both hands on Lea's, thumbs rubbing at them before he takes the shirt between his own fingers and pulls it off, dropping it next to his shorts. Unlike before, with the staples, there is a very thin scar line left, healed with a little bit of what ever Urahara's brand of magic is, and Hanna can say that he was very impressed with the clean up. It's not so ugly any more, just scar tissue, and a telling line of what he'd been through. The runes are gone as well, Though the array on his side stayed, and he takes in a deep breath, filling his lungs before exhaling slowly.

"Much better."

"Looking good," Lea agrees, and runs his hands over Hanna's sides as he leans in to share a kiss.

He shifts and frees a hand to shove his own pants down a few inches until they catch on the edge of his hip.

"Think you could give me a hand?"

There is that self conscious smile that goes with the compliment and Hanna just shrugs, returning the kiss before he sits up on his knees again and helps Lea pull his pants down a little more. "I can give you two, actually..."

And to make it all easier, his thumbs hook on the hem of his underwear, dragging them down as well. He gets to about his mid thighs before reaching is awkward and Hanna decides that just getting up would be easier on both of them. It's really weird to be in the living room and pulling his boxers down though, and so he tosses a cautionary look at direction of the front entry before finishing pulling them down, gently kicking them off to the side. At least it's cooler without any clothes on.

"You have to tell me if you hear anyone, because I doubt I'd notice before it was too late, alright?"

"I'll try," Lea grins, and casts a glance of his own at the front hallway. This had just been an impulse, but now that they're actually pulling clothes off in the middle of the living room, he has to admit... it's more fun than he'd expected.

Boy, he hopes Roxas and Xion don't walk in.

He kicks his pants off the rest of the way, glad not to have boots to worry about, and reaches out to catch Hanna's waist and pull him back toward the couch.

"Guess we'll have to hurry," he adds, with a snicker.

"oh!" he breathes out in surprise, having still been looking down the hall when Lea pulls him into his lap. He settles easily, straddling his waist, and manages to keep himself from giving one last cautionary glance back towards the front entry, kissing Lea instead.

And he can feel himself shaking, just a little, nerves and excitement building up with the thrill, and okay, this is such a bad idea, but Hanna thinks that he'd probably do it again with how his heart is already racing.

"This is kind of exciting, huh?" He murmurs against Lea's mouth, hands pressed to his chest, slipping down and playing along thin lines.

A quick shiver ripples over the skin under Hanna's hands, and Lea laughs again, breathless. He slides his own hands down along Hanna's thighs, sweat making skin catch against skin. This is a terrible idea. He loves it.

"Yeah," he mutters, and nips at Hanna's lower lip, walking one hand finger by finger back up his thigh toward his dick. They haven't got anything out here -- well, okay, he doesn't, at least -- but hands should be enough....

Hanna bites Lea's lip, gently before he tugs back, taking short and uneven breaths between kisses. His stomach clenches when he feels the fingers at his thigh, every single drop of sweat making itself completely known as it slides down his bare skin. And Lea is touching him in the living room. With his shirt off, and he isn't freaking out. Hanna has to say that s damn good progress.

Taking in another few breaths, he lets his fingers slip down a little further, rubbing at his stomach, inching down to his waist.

It's damned good, in Lea's opinion... and not just because it's progress.

His breath hitches as Hanna bites at his lip, and he turns his head to deepen the kiss, cupping his hand over Hanna's crotch, rubbing gently with the heel of his hand.

His breath is heavy through his nose, trying to keep up even if it's been a while since they've done this, and his heart is still racing. Between kisses there are a few pathetic sounds that leak out, Lea's massage gentle and all too good and his own hand is slipping down, tickling down his stomach and across his thighs. A moment more of purposeful and teasing hesitation, fingers rubbing circles on his inner thigh, his hand turns at the wrist, catching the length of him his palm, squeezing gently.

His rhythm is off, like usual, because his movements are jerky. Brain too overwhelmed between remembering how to breathe, not being loud and that easy repetitive motion of jerking Lea off. While it should be a tried and true formula, it's still hard to focus and his eyes blink open to try and look down to see what he's doing, smooth it up a little.

And they could get caught, but hell, if he isn't going to stop, and that's way more exciting to him than it should be. And he wonders if that means he's some kind of closet exhibitionist, but at the moment he doesn't think it really matters all that much.

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