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[latino_menace]

It had been very late when they'd got in the night before, and fatigue from travelling had messed them both up to the point where they didn't even look around the place when they arrived. There had been quick showers and then they'd just fallen into the large bed in the master bedroom, wrapped themselves round each other and passed out.

It's late morning now though and its hot, because they hadn't turned the air conditioning on last night and sun is blazing through the uncovered windows. An Australian summer knows how to bring the heat.

There's a shift and a sleepy grumble from Ramon, but he doesn't wake just yet. Random? Well, who knows with him...

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Nothing crazy."

He shrugs, because he's still bloody exhausted, and his brain's telling him it's God knows when, and perfectly happy sitting on the counter, swinging his legs and munching on apple.

[latino_menace]

He gets up and deposits his dish in the dishwasher, then goes and stands between Random's legs, putting his arms round him and kissing him. 'OK. I don't want to do a thing, I'm tired.' He thinks. 'Except take the Jeep out for a drive later. I've missed driving.'

He kisses him again, then continues to look around the place. Next to the kitchen there's a dining room - with a table that would seat at least twenty people. His eyes gleam and he calls out 'Come take a look at this.'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He hops off the counter, and trips into the dining room.

"Ooooh."

It's lovely. Big. Banquet-y.

"I like it. I really do."

[latino_menace]

He puts his arm round Random's shoulder and contemplates the piece of furniture. 'It is a nice table. That is not, however, why you needed to see it.' He grins, glances at him, then looks back at the thing. 'I just wanted you to know that at some point during this vacation - we will be having sex on it.'

He grins again, nods at him, and strolls off to investigate the sitting room.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

He stands, staring at it, and a slow smile spreads across his face. Because he suddenly likes the table a lot better.

And then trips after Ramon, into the living room, with an appreciative noise for the view.

[latino_menace]

The living room is huge, with a simply enormous television, large squashy armchairs, a coffee table and one wall is practically all glass, with French windows that open out onto the patio and the swimming pool beyond. It's all extremely comfortable, rather than sterile and elegant. He looks around appreciatively, then notices something odd about the two steps at the back of the room. They're wooden and lead up to a door that opens back out onto the hallway...but there are marks on the sides of them...

He grins and walks over, flips a catch and lifts them. He's got hidden places in all his houses, and they're common enough anyway - people keeping their wine cellars out of view, or having secure places for their valuables. He heads down the stairs and laughs out loud - there's a bar and a snooker table, a huge sound system, more seats...people obviously come here to party at times. He approves.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Nice."

He tips into an armchair, peering over the edge and down the staircase.

"This whole place is just cool."

Good spot for a vacation. Especially just the two of them.

[latino_menace]

'Glad you like it,' he calls back up the stairs. He looks around - there's a phone down here. He picks it up and calls the man who arranged this for him, asking where the stuff was that he'd wanted. The man directed him to the room where he was sitting and wasn't surprised that Ramon had already found it. They spoke for another minute or two, and then he hung up and crawled under the snooker table. He feels around...yep, those tiles were loose. He lifts them and grins at what he sees.

'Random! Come give me a hand.'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Kay."

He comes down the staircase in a rush of limbs, feet actually connecting with perhaps three of the steps.

"What's up... with the bottom of the snooker table? Ramon? What're you doing?"

[latino_menace]

'C'mere...'

A hand sticks out and it's holding two guns. 'Take those?' Then there's clattering as more are pulled out and hit the tiles, as well as a few knives, a rifle and a heap of ammo. And...fuck!

He crawls out from underneath the table holding a bag in his hand. It's got a note attatched to it that just says 'Welcome home' - he knows what's in it without having to open it. A full kilo - generous of him to say the least. He looks up at Random and shakes his head. 'It'll be coke but I'm not taking any, dont worry.'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"I should certainly hope not."

He clucks his tongue at him, but he's smiling, because those wounds are healed. And he's holding a gun. Two, even.

"These are nice. May I shoot something? Targets, I mean?"

[latino_menace]

He shoves it into a drawer and leaves it there, then grins. 'Of course. That's what they're here for. And so I can take them back with me, obviously. There's no one around, we can shoot what we want. Should even be a couple of hunting rifles in a cabinet upstairs - legal ones I mean - that we can take out when we want to. Shoot some animals if you like.' He surveys the seven handguns, rifle, knives... 'These aren't registered or anything.' Obviously. 'I'm taking them back to the bar though.'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Animals? No point."

He aims, doesn't pull the trigger, because it'd be pointless, aims again.

"I say we set up tin cans on the fence. Then you know what you're after. Or do you get fruit trees in Australia?"

[latino_menace]

'No point to shooting animals? How come?' He shrugs though. 'Tin cans are fine. We can use from the kitchen, it's not like we know how to cook the stuff anyway. And yeah, of course there are fruit trees here - but I don't know if there's any near the house or not. I'll have a look when I take the truck out later.'

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Because they're all kangaroos, and koalas. No real challenge."

He pulls Ramon to his feet, and kisses him.

"This way, it's more of a game, less of a macho thing. I prefer it."

[latino_menace]

He kisses him back happily. Random, weapons, money, vacation...life gets no better. 'OK then. Makes no difference to me either way.' He snickers though. 'You don't like macho, Random? Why does that not surprise me?'

He's kidding. He's well aware of how tough the man is. But...soft as well. It's a combination designed to kill him, Ramon knows.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"I can be macho." He makes a face. Then elegantly picks Ramon up around his waist, lifts him, then sets him down.

"See? Manly. Now lets go collapse and nap, then go driving, kay?"

[latino_menace]

Ramon laughs and swats him over the head before he's put down. 'Being strong doesn't make you manly Random, but I don't care.' He kisses him softly. 'Pinning me to a tree was manly.' He pretends to think, and smirks widely. 'Actually, that was hot, you should do that again some time. Just for fun though.'

Not as a reapeat of the circumstances. But he's enjoying the fact that he can joke about it at all now, even though he knows it's not really a laughing matter.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's not entirely as sure. Because he still has nightmares about it and the look in Ramon's eyes they haven't really talked about that.

But before Ramon can tell, he's wrapping arms around his shoulders, and pressing a laughing kiss to his jaw.

"Lets go rest. I'm too tired for heavy lifting."

[latino_menace]

He doesn't notice a thing. He does utter an indignant 'Hey! I'm hardly heavy anymore...' before sliding arms round his waist and holding him against his body. Then he kisses him again, with a tiny smirk of satsfaction, and starts walking him backwards towards the stairs.

'Rest? Well, maybe. Afterwards for sure...'