latino_menace | OOM: Home again

Who wraps his arms around Ramon's waist the minute he arrives.

"Baby. You good? Whole and healthy?"

All said muffled into Ramon's shoulder. It's been an edgy two days.

He sighs in relief, drops his bag off his shoulder and holds him tight.

'Mmmm. Good enough. Glad to be back.'

He hadn't really realised how much he'd missed him until now. So good to be back again.

They really are ridiculously dependant.

Random knows it.

And loves it.

"I missed you."

They are. Ramon gave in and admitted it to himself a while ago. And he doesn't care either.

'Missed you too baby.'

He pulls back and kisses him deeply, then holds him close again. Really missed him.

He doesn't object to the holding.

"I am so happy you're out."

He does pull back, though.

"And I have steak, french fries and salad. And a fire lit."

He's kissed again. And Ramon is grinning and everything sounds perfect.

'Thank you baby. You're so good to me.'

It's surprisingly nice to be cared for. Not just loved, looked after as well. He'd never known.

'I think I need a drink first. It'll be helpful after that.'

"Scotch? Tequila?"

They still have both.

"Beer, even. Got a bit."

He tugs him towards the living room, where the food is set out.

'Scotch. I want something strong.'

Beer with dinner though. He hasn't had it in a while.

'And if I get drunk, I'm blaming you.' It's said with an affectionate grin because dinner looks gorgeous and he's starving.

'Looks great Random. And promise me again you didn't make any of it?'

He's teasing. If Random had, he'd still eat it. Just because the effort had been made.

"I promise, I didn't make a thing."

He's far too incompetant for that.

The plate is pushed into Ramon's hands.

"Here you go. I'll get a scotch."

Exit to liquor storage.

He digs in, hoping Random will hurry back because even though he's hungry he'd rather look at his lover than sit and eat alone.

'You having something Random?' he calls after him.

"Plate for me in here. Just slicing my tomato."

He didn't bother getting one for Ramon.

"I'm coming."

And he is- he arrives, settling down on the seat next to him and offering him the scotch glass, one of two pinched between forefinger and thumb.

's'better, thanks.' He takes the scotch and the burning down his throat is welcome.

And he relaxes finally - home, and with good food, a drink, a fire and Random. Nothing to worry about anymore. It's kind of hard to eat with a wide grin but he somehow manages it.

Random's smiling too. Can't seem to stop. It's specatcular, being together like this.

Eventually he shifts, to lean against Ramon, setting the half-empty plate on the coffee table and relaxing while the other man finishes eating.

Doesn't take him long. As soon as he's had his fill, the plate is gone, scotch is thrown back and arms are round Random.

'Come sit on the sofa with me?' Just wants to be close with him at the moment.

"Happily."

He stands, moving towards it.

"I'm not leaving you alone for hours. Now, what do you want to do tonight? Watch a movie, then get to bed? Something, anything?"

'Tonight? I want to...don't know.'

He follows, waiting for Random to sit so he can get close.

'You choose. If there's a movie you want to watch, we'll do that.'

He just wants to hold on to him really. Doesn't give a damn about anything else. Because he knows now that...that's it. The last thing out of the way. There is now not a thing in the world to stop him walking out of the door in the bar and going back to his life. And while a tiny part of him is excited by that...the rest of him just wants to ignore it and stay with Random.

"I don't know enough about earth movies."

He pulls out a bag of reccomendations. Fight Club, Lord of the Rings, No Such Thing, and Catch 22.

"But I have a few. Want to grab one? I just want to sit for a while."

And yes, of course, hold Ramon.

'Not Lord of the Rings. I've seen it and anyway, it reminds me of Gorlim and Namo now. Fight Club sounds good though.'

Sitting and holding? His only priorites. Loves just sitting and holding him.

"Kay. I haven't seen it, but it's supposed to be good."

He's going to like it.

He puts it into the dvd player, and spends a moment fiddling.

"There we go. I kind of like Lord of the Rings. Because of Faramir and whatnot."

'Faramir? Yeah, I met him. The vague similarity between the two of you never hit me until I saw him face to face though.'

He sprawls on the sofa, then grins up at Random in a hopefullt winning manner.

'Beer?'

Yes, he's being a lazy bastard and hoping Random will go get it for him.

"Mmmm, kay."

He jumps up, with a half defeated sigh, because he's really in love.

"Back in a sec. Commercials in the mean time."

It's a short trip to the living room. A return with two beers of an unknown brand in hand.

'Thank you baby.'

He pulls him down to sprawl with him, holding him against his chest. There's a kiss to Random's cheek and a quick whisper of love in his ear. Then he settles back to watch, sipping beer...but never being out of contact with his lover. Not for a second.

No. Random leaning against him, watching the movie rather absently, one hand trailing up and down Ramon's forearm.

"You're welcome. Now what's this movie about?"

That touch. He's only been without it for two nights, but it's heaven to have it back.

'I don't know. Never seen it and I never had much interest in movies back home. Fighting, presumably.'

He doesn't, can't, stop touching him. Even just gently trailing forefingers.

He also can't stop smiling. And eventually asks, with a teasing lilt:

"What do you think about me getting a jacket like that?"

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