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It's been a very boring two nights. And annoying too, in that while he tried to while away the time by reading or finalising things for the business in his head, his brain insisted on making him remember the last time he sat in this cell.

It's not that pleasant. Not claustrophbic, like Random gets. Just uncomfortable with the reminders.

But it's over now and he's in a jaunty mood as he walks free because there's home to go to and all other unpleasant things are locked out of his head until tomorrow. For now, and the rest of the day and night, he's just going to enjoy being with Random.

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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?"

'That leather one?'

He chuckles lightly and leans over him to set his empty bottle on the floor. Then nuzzles against his neck, kissing softly.

'I think you'd look like a short - and gay - pimp.' He pauses and pretends to muse. 'Which isn't nesseccarily a bad thing.'

"A short gay pimp?"

He drops his head back with a grin.

"Would you fuck me anyways?"

He pretends to think about it. For about two seconds. Then grins and says, 'Of course baby.' And seeing as his head is dropped back, he gets a proper kiss.

'Would you pimp me out?'

"To everyone."

He turns back to look at the screen and...

...promptly burries his face in the pillows with a 'you are NOT supposed to use lye that way.'

'Well no.' He stares at the screen. 'That's the point, I think. Scars.'

Then he pokes him.

'Everyone?'

That's an artfully feigned hurt tone, right there.

"Well."

He doesn't look up.

"Tell me when it goes away. And just people who I like. There would be a lengthy list of qualifications. Have standards, you know. Have to be blonde and have green eyes and a prince and named Random."

He waits for the shrieking on screen to finish, watches the vinegar getting poured with interest.

'K, it's gone.'

Then he wraps his arms round him fully and holds him against his chest tightly so he is at his mercy! ~~Mwhahaha!~~

'That's a pretty stringent list there baby, I don't think you'll get many people who qualify. The ones who do they - are they going to be allowed to do what they want with me? Or will you restrict them?'

"Well, they have to follow the instructions of my bodyguard. He knows more about it than me. Whatever he says, goes."

Good system. Very good system.

"If they're lucky, he'll tell them to handcuff you to the bed. What's happening now? And who the hell is Jack?"

A hand creeps under Random's shirt. It's just warm there, honest! No other reason, none at all.

'Your bodyguard takes good care of your body then? Sounds like a good man.' He tugs lightly on his earlobe.

'Don't know who Jack is.' He's getting a little distracted. 'And I think they're fighting again.'

Not actually looking at the screen. 'Mmm. If your bodyguard tells these people to handcuff me to the bed, I think I'll like him.'

"You two would get aong."

Of that, he's sure.

"I think we should most definitely introduce you two. Later. Actually, no, we can't. I'm having a torrid affaire with him, it'd get awkward. You're right, they are. I like this Marla girl, though."

The hand under his shirt creeps up to start toying with a nipple. 'Would we? Although - you bastard! You're having a torrid affair with him? How could you?!'

The nipple is wisted a little as punishment.

'There's nothing for it, I'm going to have to kill him. Who's Marla?'

"That's called suicide, baby. It's a no-thing."

He doesn't shudder. No, not at all. His eyes most definitely do close though.

"How close to the end of the movie are we?"

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