The Villa Is Open

[shipwreck_light]

Zephyr had a plan. "We are gonna make you the best electric milkshake that ever was!"

"Or will be!" Pip joined in, clapping her hands over her head as she danced along before him and Roa and generally got in the way of where they were trying to walk.

This gave Zephyr plenty of excuse to pause at the end of the hall and make himself a sweeping gesture. "In the historya... ah..." one that should have ended with him banging his hand on the wall.

Except for the part where the applicable wall had disappeared and not in the usual behold the busted drywall kind of way. It was just gone. Likewise, the hallway and the entirety of Sky Plaza.

Zephyr stood on some low, sweeping stone steps. That happened to be outside, while just a moment before been /inside/ and headed to the kitchen. "OK, what the hell?"

Roa took in the sudden sky all golden up the flanks of the villa before them and held her finger to her lips in curiosity. "I don't know, actually." Then, she attempted to walk down the way they had come. This got her over the steps and almost to the spray from the fountain in the drive before it became quite apparent merely turning around wasn't going to accomplish much besides dampening her shoes. Back up she went. "This *looks* like where they held the last Court of the Manor."

"You dunno?" his next sound was an odd one, not a moan and not a laugh, and awfully feline besides. "Yeah, that's not freakin me out or nothin. Dun you know everythin?"

"Zephyyyr. Same to you."

"You guys," interjected Pip, her bare toes rapping on the stone. "Think this's kinda the same thing happened to Seb."

"Hm?" Zephyr craned himself her way, and their hands tangled together, wires all a-flash.

"Mm!"

"Mnhn."

"Nnn~."

"Well, I like your theory so far," Roa nodded. Mostly, she wasn't being silly right back at their latest ridiculous display. Mostly. "Happened to Siebenkas...?"

"Yeah, he had this dream," the elder of the two evokers almost began to explain, digits working.

Whatever he meant to coax out of the recollections between them, Pip took over, swaying as she did. "He thinks was a dream, but is totally notta dream. I know. I touched him thinkin about it an it was all wrong fora dream. Still didn't make any sense, but not the same kinda way dreams do."

"Also, Seb never dreams he's nekkid. Fun fact."

("So useful, too," Roa remarked, quite to herself.)

"But, he walked outta his bathroom an alla a sudden, he was in this bar in Old New York an there were all these other people an he was almost kinda sorta mebbe flirtin with this mob boss lady over gin an tonic and then there was this real cute muddy guy. Seb didn't think he was so cute, but I did. He got way more distracted by the other lady evoked with her eyes and the booze was good an there were pretty blond polyamourous peeps bonkin in the restroom an... an... an..."

Her not so little description might have gone on another few hours, except that Zephyr reached around with his unoccupied hand and tickled her. The way they'd tangled up together, she must have known it was coming.

Which left Roa to conclude Pip wanted tickled more than she wanted to discuss any washroom adventures. "On one hand, that sounds very much like a dream to me. On the other, if there's some sort of precedent for people in our manor suddenly disobeying all known laws of physics. And you're not playing some sort of elaborate prank."

"Hey! I had my heart set on givin you your first electric milkshake an that's not somethin I'd go back on for any money." Next thing she did know with any certainty, Zephyr had play staggered over, clutching at his shirt, "'m so disappointed it /huuurts/."

"Well, you can make it up to me when the universe goes back to normal."

Grin for the time being, too.

"It is going to go back to normal?"

"Did last time. 's why we still gotta Seb an notta portal to someplace called Dan's," said Pip.

"Alright, so why don't we...?"

"Make the besta it?"

"Yes!" Roa swung from Zephyr's grasp. He only then reached for her, trying to find that place in her moments where the best meant [concrete] he could play after and with her. As it was, he missed her as she skipped the villa steps instead, swirling her skirt in her hands and calling back after: "We're going to get company, right?"

"Woul, that'd be nice, but if not," he shrugged. "We get blitzed an watch the stars come out." A quick little sigh and a pop of his shoulder after, he followed.

Pip watched the space in the sky where the clouds should have been. The end of her nose twitched. "We're so gettin company. Can smell it, almost. Somethin's zactly not right out there." Laughing then, she blew past them both and straight through the doors.



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ETA: This post has not been up thirty-six hours and we officially have more than 500 comments. SO I SUPPOSE THIS ISN'T FUN AT ALL AMMIRITE? XD

ETA II: I am really, really touched that everyone wants to take care of the deceased fellow in the pool. I'm sure he appreciates it (he didn't even have a name in the story where he first appeared ;_;). But, alas, there was only one of him and he's currently being handled. He may be installed in a bedroom shortly, and should that happen, I will give him his own thread for poking purposes.

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[johnny_corlioni]

"Babe, I'm not ever gonna turn down a blowjob from ya." Johnny lifts one hand from the water and uses it to turn Michael's head to one side, enough so it's easy to kiss him deeply. His fingers, under the water, just brush against Michael's balls.

[geena]

"Uh-mmm," Michael groans, hips lifting just the tiniest bit. "If you-- god-- if you want, you can even fuck my mouth." He shudders. "Please, do it."

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny grins and kisses him again. "Fuck yeah." He presses forward against Michael. "Ya feel how much I like that idea, babe? I'm gonna haveta do that. An' then I'll take my time playin' with ya 'fore I fuck ya."

[geena]

"God, yes<" Michael sighs, rotating his hips backward. "You have no idea how much I want just that."

He fidgets, twisting to kiss Johnny harder.

[johnny_corlioni]

"C'mon, babe." Johnny lifts Michael's hips and turns him enough that he's sitting on one of Johnny's legs. "Better." He kisses him deeply, a hand running down his chest and pausing to pinch one of his nipples.

[geena]

Arching against him. Michael groans and dips his mouth toward Johnny's neck. He nips and kisses for a few long minutes.

"God, your fingers," he mutters.

[johnny_corlioni]

"Ya feel so good, babe. Love your fuckin' mouth." Johnny tangles his free hand in Michael's hair, heedless of the fact that he's getting product all over his wet fingers. He tugs gently and pinches Michael's other nipple at the same time.

[geena]

"Christ." Michael fidgets and squirms, pushing against Johnny. "More, touch me more," he gasps. Worming a hand between them, he grips hard at the spot where Johnny's leg meets his groin. "Oh, god, you're wonderful."

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny slides them forward from the wall of the tub and turns Michael to face and straddle him. That makes it easier to run a hand down his back, scratching lightly the whole way, and then grab his ass. He rubs his other hand along Michael's side and down his leg, straying just inward toward his groin but not actually touching. "Ya feel so good, babe. Your muscles, your skin. All a ya. You're mine, aren't ya?"

[geena]

"F-fuck," Michael stutters. "Yes, yours, always yours." Rolling his hips involuntarily, he reaches behind Johnny to steady himself against the back of the tub. "Love when you touch me, fucking love--"

[johnny_corlioni]

"I'll always touch ya. Love how ya react when I do, babe." Johnny kisses Michael's throat, then down just low enough that when he sucks up a hickey it won't show over Michael's collar.

[geena]

"Oh-- oh, I--" Michael groans, low and deep, hands rising to cup Johnny's head. "That's good, I like--"

Michael grinds down, hard and demanding.

[johnny_corlioni]

"Babe." Johnny grabs Michael's ass. "Babe, ya wanna actually soak, or ya wanna find a bedroom? Think we should make a decision soon."

[geena]

"God," Michael grits out, shaking slightly. "I don't-- okay, um, bed? I think I bed would-- fuck, want you in my mouth."

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny half-laughs. "Fuck yes. Good answer. Get up an' we'll find one."

Fuck, but he hoped the room had lube.

[geena]

Michael reluctantly stood up, stepping onto the bathroom floor and reaching over to grab Johnny by the wrists and gently tug. "Oh, god, yes, c'mon. I really, really need to taste you. Now."

[johnny_corlioni]

"Soon's we find a room," Johnny promises. He turns the drain and gets up, catching Michael to press them flush together. "Babe, I'm gonna fuck that pretty mouth a yours so hard..."

[geena]

"Oh, Jesus, I--" Michael's voice breaks. "That, I want that. You have no idea..."

He rolls his hips, eyes widening.

[johnny_corlioni]

"Question is how much I'm gonna make ya wait," Johnny says in a low voice, and then breaks away to find them towels.

[geena]

"Wait?" Michael echoes, eyes impossibly wide. "Fuck, no, please, I don't-- I don't want to wait."

He takes a towel, fingers lingering over Johnny's, and starts to dry off.

[johnny_corlioni]

"I don' mean ta wait ta suck me," Johnny says. "Jus' considerin' if I'm gonna let ya get off while I fuck your mouth, or if you're waitin' til I fuck your ass." He towels off briskly, then wraps it around his waist; like hell he's getting dressed just to strip again in a minute.

[geena]

Michael moans. "I don't care, just--"

Dropping to his knees, Michael scurries across the floor toward Johnny's feet and reaches up to rub a hand over the tent forming under the towel. "God, please."

[johnny_corlioni]

Johnny swallows a curse and grabs Michael's hand. "Bedroom, righ' now, then we'll do that. I fuckin' promise."

[geena]

"Fine, fine," Michael grumbles, rising and leaning in to kiss Johnny hard. After a few moments, he pulls away panting. "Um, bedroom?"

[johnny_corlioni]

"Put a towel on, grab your clothes," and Johnny did just that then, "an' we'll find a bedroom. Soon's the door closes, I wan' ya on your knees."