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"Sure thing."

Grumble grumble 'mountains' grumble grumble 'fucking everest I'm HUNGRY' grumble.

Random stands easily at the edge, tossing the food down once Ramon's reached the bottom, and clambering down himself. Gracefully enough, despite the 'rock.' And the fact that he's, well, backwards.

"What am I not looking at?"

Ramon just laughs. 'It's ten feet Random, stop being a drama queen.' Although he secretly loves it when he's like this, because it's funny and he gets to kiss him to cheer him up.

He catches the package and puts it to one side, then waits for Random at the bottom. The view can't be seen from the top of the climb, because of overhang from the trees - but it can from the bottom. So as soon as he's down he catches him from behind, wrapping his arms round his waist and whispering, 'Close your eyes,' in his ear.

Then he walks him to the edge...because yes, there's an edge. They're literally standing on the edge of a mountain, a cliff falls away below them, fifty feet before the top of more immense trees conceals how high up they really are. And in front of them...

...it's vast. Bogota lies below, but none of the dirt and crowds can be seen, of course. It's a medium sized toy town, and it's silent from up here. The city lies in an immense flat valley and all around it the space is green, before more mountains rear up and...the effect is rather like standing on the edge of oblivion. Because up is the only way out and in front there is only vast, vast space. But it's beautiful.

And they're facing west and the sun is starting to go down and pretty soon? This spectacular view will be better described as heavenly.

Ramon stares for a few seconds, having forgotten the full effect himself. Then, still behind Random and still with his arms wrapped round him, he says 'Don't move forward. But open your eyes.'

"Oka---argh!"

There's a moment of Holy Fuck I'm going to fucking die and then he absorbs arms around him, and laughs, nervously, clinging to his forearm hard enough that his fingers are going white.

"Jeeeeeeeesus Fucking Christ, babe."

His heartrate begins to settle, and he sighs, and leans back against him, staring out over the view because it's gorgeous. No, he doesn't move forwards, but he wants to bring his plane here.

"Baby this is... Holy Fuck. Wow. God, I..."

He swallows, squinting against the sun and turning to press his face into Ramon's shoulder.

"I'm falling in love with it."

Ramon grins and can't stop, because he loves it here and wanted Random to at least like it too. He wraps his arms round him tight and lifts his head gently, pressing their lips together softly.

'I'm glad.'

And then he just holds him for a while, feeling him calm and eyes staring out over the landscape.

He turns to watch too, then slowly tries to walk them away from the edge, settling slowly to the ground, still staring out over the cliff. Because it's really amazing.

"Sit with me, love? We'll eat and watch the sun set. Think you can drive in the dark?"

'Of course baby.' He's talking about the sitting and eating, because the driving comment deserves a laugh of it's own. Which it duly gets. 'Bikes do come with lights on them, you know?'

He lies down on his front, chin resting on folded forearms. 'Of all the places I own, this ones my favourite.'

"I know."

He promptly leans on Ramon, resting his head on his back for a moment, pulling at the canvas and unravelling it, before semi-sitting up and handing Ramon a samwich.

"And I can certainly see why. We need to bring some of this back to Haven, huh?"

'With your camera, you mean?' He tries to look round to see if he's got it with him, but can't. So he goes back to nibbling on his sandwich, staring over the view.

'I'd like photo's, yes.' He rests his hand on Random for a moment. 'You really OK? Didn't mean to scare you there or anything.'

"Got my heart rate up a bit."

He finds the camera, snaps a photo, out over the cliff. And then another five from different angles.

"That and tiles. The kitchen. Anything. Maybe plants for pots. Dunno."

'Don't go too near the edge Random, I don't know how secure the earth is right at the cusp.'

He finds that watching the man is even more fun than watching the view. To that end, he sits up properly so he can keep his eyes on him easier, moves to the back of the ledge and leans his back against the rock.

'Can take anything we like. It's all mine, after all. We probably shouldn't spend too much time outside and near the house, I expect there's at least some surveillance going on. They'll be looking for Hector.'

"Right. You tell me this after you try to toss me over the edge?"

He turns and clicks a quick picture of Ramon himself, before handing him the camera and grabbing his own samwich.

"The surveillance won't be taking us in. I checked. But we've got to be gone by noon tomorrow, or it won't work. I need to meet Hector, at some point, you realize."

Ramon, of course, takes the opportunity to take a snap or two of Random, standing framed against the sunset. Then the camera is set aside, along with the remains of his sandwich.

'If I wanted to toss you over the edge, I would have. Or...well, you wouldn't be here at all.' He rolls his eyes, then holds out his hand for him. 'Come sit with me?' He pats the ground in front of him. 'And that's good then, we can move freely. Bastards.'

"Well... fine then."

He settles next to him, curling up half on top of him.

"I like this place, though. So long as you don't decide to toss me. How much time did you get to spend here? Not a lot, I imagine. Must have been busy, wasn't it?"

He rests an arm round him and chuckles contentedly. 'Alright, I'll try to curb my instinct to throw you off high cliffs amarente.' Because obviously he'd been just about to.

A cigarette is brought out and he lights it idly, thinking. 'On average - about three months a year I guess. Depends on whether the heat's on or not. I've got contacts all over so generally get a good heads up on whether anyone official is looking for me or not. If they aren't, I come here.'

"I have great faith in your restraint. You're clearly a paragon."

He steals the cigarette, flopping onto him completely, running a hand down Ramon's side.

"And I can see why you'd try to escape to here, you know? Wow. It's like Haven. Only... I've been here about three minutes. Well, an hour. Two. It works, though."

He laughs and starts stroking idly through his hair. 'I don't think you'd like it so much if things were normal. It wasn't so much of an escape then. I'd come here and plan things, and party. People around all the time, there was a lot of activity, you know? Not even so quiet outside, because of all the livestock. I enjoyed it though.'

He's reflecting idly on the fact that he's pretty damn sure he's enjoying this more, just being with Random. 'I'm really glad you like it though.'

He kisses him, with a little bit of force behind it. Because really, Random should get a proper thank you for letting all this happen.

Ramon kissing him is always welcome. Especially here. On the edge of a cliff. It's warm and Ramon is happy and so, despite his protests, is Random.

He's wondering about the stories here, of course, how often he's been here, brought people here, and so on. And then, at the same time, he just doesn't care.

"Want to have the chocolate here? Or in your bed... no, wait."

Executive over ride.

"Lets have it here. It's too perfect."

Ramon is kissing up his jaw, a hand buried in his hair, pushing his body close to him. He laughs quietly and says, 'I don't mind where we have the chocolate. I know I want you in bed, later.'

Very important to him, suddenly, that he should take Random in that bed. 'But we can eat it here, if you like...' A hand trails down to rest on his belt buckle. '...and you must let me say thank you for this.'

Because Random would probably enjoy being pleasured while watching the sun go down, he thinks.

"Mmm, baby."

He would and will like it. Absolutely. But he'll be damned if he doesn't try to return the favour. His hand slides down his chest, pushing against him, trying to slide his hand down the front of his jeans.

"Get them out, okay? We'll share."

He catches the hand, pulls it to his mouth and kisses the palm gently. 'Later baby.'

It's all he says and he's reaching for the chocolates, handing them to Random and then returning his hand to the buckle. He starts to pull at it, kissing him softly again. 'Open them.'

"Oh, Ramon."

He tugs at the hand, trying to get out of his grip, trying to touch him properly, before giving up and leaning back, taking a bite out of a chocolate and offering the other half to Ramon, sliding it between his lips. His muscles are already tensing in anticipation.

"You're gonna make me... oh God, babe."

He takes the chocolate, purposefully pulling at Random's fingers at the same time with his lips. He sits close to him as his hand slides his zipper down and pops the button, easing his hand into the warm, enclosed space.

'I'm going to make you...?' He rests his forehead lightly on the side of Random's head, mouth near his ear. '...just want you to feel good.'

The hand remains, for a few long moments, warm fingers stroking gently over hot, soft skin, lightly insisting that it respond in the way it should.

It does. Slowly, inevitably, and Random moans throughout, soft, in the back of his throat.

"...make me blind for wanting you."

His hand grabs for Ramon's, the one that isn't currently making him squirm, bringing it to his mouth and kissing the tips of Ramon's fingers, sucking them gently, into his mouth with another moan.

Hearing Random turned on, seeing him, feeling him...it makes Ramon moan as well. He keeps touching him while Random sucks on his fingers, breath catching in his throat at the lust on his face. But then he eases the hand away because he's about to need it, pressing their lips together instead.

'Lie back baby. Want you in my mouth...'

And he doesn't wait, he just shifts his position a little and bends with a grin, mouth closing round his rigid cock. There's a hum of satisfaction as he begins to suck lightly, intent on making Random enjoy this as much as he can.

He collapses back with a long moan, lying back and letting Ramon touch him however the fuck he wants because it's so good, and his eyes are open staring over Ramon's shoulder and into the sunlight, off the cliff, then flicking down to look at Ramon.

Random's writhing, already, squirming, arching, anything and everything.

"Ramon."