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3ofswords ([personal profile] 3ofswords) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2017-08-03 07:54 pm

[closed] hear the engine revving all the demons they survive it

WHO: Kira Akiyama
WHERE: Tim's house, general places in the canyon
WHEN: After Kira and Sonny pick peaches, August 14
OPEN TO: Tim Gutterson
WARNINGS: NSFW content is always possible, nothing immediately planned though.


It's been a couple of days since he put himself in Tim's path, or let himself be at the house to answer any calls.  The orientation house provides a distraction, a place most people wouldn't know him to be, but much as he's avoided the village at large before, he's never avoided Tim.  They'd spent entire days together after the quake, caginess washed away in light of Kira's cold, and after that week--well, he wasn't about to get kicked out of bed to walk home in the dark.

But now his power is back in pieces.  But now Margaery had picked up one of them, and given him a vision to worry about.  

The house felt easier to deal with.  It was down to just him, putting it together, and if something was going to happen to him, he'd need to get it as far along as possible for the next person.  Infrastructure is important, beds for new people, maps, a dedicated face and voice to deliver the most current information available.  Far too important to set aside for visiting some guy he's been having a good time with, so long as everything stays neatly in its lines.

He's as guilty of blurring them as anyone, but even that would be fine, no way of knowing how Tim feels about it unless he says something, and they'd all get home to hell frozen over before that happened.  But walking with Sonny had reminded him--connections are important.  Routines, projects, but also the little things.  A person to share a bed, a face you like the day better for having seen.  If Sonny is starting to slip in a place like this, there's no telling how much better Tim might fare.

As if to press the point about everyone's sanity, the box he'd taken to fill with rumored peaches had shown up that morning, another bottle of Grey Goose and a box of tea.  Knocking on Tim's door in the waning afternoon, he has the cardboard box looped under one arm, the bottle peeking over the edge, the space around it piled with his half of the haul.

It's a beat before Kira stops waiting for Tim to break the days of silence he himself created, remembers who he is, and shoves the door open without waiting for an answer.  "Come on," he calls to the house at large, "I brought you something."
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[personal profile] comfortablyerect 2017-08-21 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Truthfully, Tim wouldn't mind standing here and kissing Kira indefinitely. Maybe it's kind of childish, a teenager-esque thing to want to back a pretty boy against the kitchen table and kiss his face off, but Tim would be content with that. And for now, he is, because Kira's kissing him back and Tim can still taste peaches and something else that's unique to Kira's mouth.

They kiss a second time after the break apart, Tim drawing in half a breath before their lips meet again. He even leans in to steal a third, but Kira's slipping past him, walking towards the back door. Tim blinks, staring at the spot that Kira once occupied, and he smiles.

It's a little thing, but it's genuine. His smiles, few and far between as they are, are always real, and frequently hidden. Like this one -- it's gone by the time he turns around to follow Kira, snagging a peach from the box on his way past it.

"Where're we headin'?" he asks, clearly content to be along for whatever ride Kira's operating.
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[personal profile] comfortablyerect 2017-08-27 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
It's a nice day to be outside. Not that it matters, since there's hardly ever things to do inside. All of Tim's days are spent outside, weather be damned. But the sun is high in the sky, the temperature mild enough, and the slightest breeze blows through to ruffle their hair. It's probably better that they take a walk and enjoy it rather than spend it upstairs tangling in the sheets.

Maybe he can talk Kira into fucking in the grass, anyway.

"Cold," he answers, falling into step on Kira's left. The hot spring is nice, but it's more preferable when there's a chill in the air. Right now, he prefers the idea of wading into crisp, cool water. He reaches for the bottle of vodka, slipping it from Kira's fingers without asking and tipping it back for a drink. It's not what he prefers, of course, but the alcohol burns his throat in a familiar, comforting way.
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[personal profile] comfortablyerect 2017-08-29 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Tim would much rather be fucking Kira on his kitchen table right now, but that's probably the case at any given time. This isn't bad either, truthfully. This is very reminiscent of his teenage years, when he and his friends spent long summer days walking the fields of their little Kentucky town, sharing whatever liquor they could get away with stealing from their daddies. It was never vodka, but some amber-colored whiskey, burning their throats on the way down.

This is better, of course, because he's walking with a guy he gets to nail regularly, and he doesn't have to worry about going home to find out his father realized he stole the last of the bourbon. It's the little differences.

He sighs, taking a bite of the peach a little neater than he had earlier. He catches the juice with his tongue, reaching for the bottle to wash it down.

"Bourbon," he answers, handing the bottle back before Kira can grab it himself. "Kentucky makes the best."