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OOM: Fatherhood

Ramon's got something on his mind. It's been on his mind for a while, if he's honest, but the events of the day have pushed it to the front of his mind somewhat and now he really wants to talk to Random about it.

But first - showering and changing after his impromptu dunking in the ocean. And Random's busy with Martin for a while so he just goes to lounge on the sofa, fiddling with his lighter and staring at nothing while his mind turns things over.

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"Of course. I'm sorry."

And he is. He kisses him earnestly, then inhales quickly as he searches for topics, then steps in with a smooth;

"I already told you I nearly had a heart attack when you blew me?"

He kisses back and lets it go without rancour, then grins at him.

'Yeah. The first time you mean? Because you didn't think I was the type that would, or something?'

Pshaw. There's practically nothing he won't do.

"Yeah. If anything, I was sure I'd do it first."

But... no. And he isn't complaining.

"You were always quite eager to make me squirm for you, as I recall. I never would have guessed."

He's honestly confused by that.

'Why not? Is there something about me that seems to suggest I wouldn't like it?'

Like most control freaks, he doesn't see himself as a control freak and therefore, can't see why it would be so weird for anyone to find out that he'd do something that's essentially all about the other person.

"I suppose it's the stereotype."

He leans close, because he's getting the feeling he's making him edgy.

"All this was before I fell in lust with you, even. Much less love. I hardly knew you, you know. But all I'd seen was you with Roy. Didn't think you'd go much for the other person angle. Please, remember that I was largely working with Andres's impressions as well."

He's not edgy. He's amused.

'No, well, you're right. Kind of. I've never done it all that much but I don't have a problem with it. Different with you though, I'd do it every day if you'd let me. I like making you lose control.'

He plays a hand idly through the blonde hair.

'I was surprised to find out you didn't like it though - sterotypes again, I suppose.'

"Sucking cock?"

He wrinkles his nose at him, teasing him with the less than pretty words.

"I didn't know I was supposed to. Is that what's expected of a bottom on twentieth century Earth? I remember when you found out. I hadn't actually planned to tell you at all. But you noticed when you weren't supposed to."

He laughs and picks up a cigarette.

'I don't know what's expected, just that most people do it. I think the first time you ever blew me was on the way to Amber. You didn't seem to mind then, so I figured you didn't have a problem with it. But I'm glad I noticed because you don't have to do things if you don't want to.'

"It's worth it, sometimes, for the convenience of having you quivering at my fingertips without the mess or time commitment or space demands of sex. Also, a good way for me to have you at my mercy, back before you started letting me get pushy."

He grins at him, then sets his head back down on his chest.

"I don't mind per se, I just... prefer other things."

'I like you pushy,' he says. And then amends, with a smile, 'As long as you realise that I like being that way as well. But it's fun sometimes, to get teased to hell by you.'

He can't stop playing with the hair. Never can.

'What do you prefer?'

"Being pushy? Or being pushed around?"

He nibbles his bottom lip.

"Milk chocolate or dark chocolate? I like... I honestly have to say, I prefer it when you're telling me what to do. You get all perfectly commanding. It's also just a relief to let someone else be in charge for a bit."

He nods as he drags on his smoke.

'I like being in charge. Nothing better than seeing you in pieces because of what I've done to you.'

He loves it, looking down at Random and watching him shake, hearing him howl in pleasure.

'We're pretty even most of the time though, I'd say. There's a lot of sex that's just us being together - we don't seem to have all that much time to get into who's dominating who these days. But it makes it even more fun when we do.'

"It's nice to just be equals a lot of the time."

He steals the cigarette, smokes for a moment then offers it back.

"I'd probably go stir crazy and end up bitching at you if I didn't occasionally get to pin you down and have my wicked way with you."

It's taken back and pulled on, then he stubs it out and arms go back around Random.

'You're welcome to pin me down whenever you like - and I should tell you, the illusion of you being submissive has never fooled me.'

He leans down and kisses him briefly then, because it's impossible to talk about this stuff and not want to touch him.

"It hasn't?"

He... doesn't really bother about the illusion comment.

"Not even at the very beginning? Or did you know too much about me?"

Ramon gives him an odd look.

'Baby, the first time you kissed me, you were moving faster than I could see and hitting me first. Have I ever thought that you were someone I could pull around and bend over whatever pieces of furniture I want? No. Do I appreciate that you let me do it anyway?'

Another kiss.

'Oh hell yes.'

"Mmmm."

That's made him feel a little bit better about failed illusions. And his smile is happy as he kisses Ramon in turn.

"You can bend me wherever you'd like. Whenever, too. So long as you promise to do so on a regular basis."

He smiles with an added leer and kisses him a bit harder.

'That's a promise.'

Then stops and sighs, lies back to get out of temptation's way.

'We're going to have to change the subject. You're tired and being mean, giving permission like that when I can't take you up on it.'

"Thanks."

He appreciates the foresight, and drops his head to Ramon's chest with a yawn.

"What now? Mmmm, where do we want to go next?"

'Anywhere you like.'

He's an easy traveller for the most part, not really caring where he ends up.

'Wouldn't mind Portugal again but you'd need to move us through time, I can't go back in my own time at the moment. Or somewhere completely new - where do you feel like?'

"Portugal we already said. That's next. What about after that?"

His fingers trail down Ramon's chest.

"I want to go somewhere new after that. Maybe China? We haven't been to China."

Ramon shrugs easily and catches the fingers before they start to make him shiver.

'If that's what you want, it could be fun. Not Hong Kong though. But Bejing or somewhere like that? Sure.'

He laughs suddenly, and adds, 'We should cause some trouble over there, just for the hell of it. They don't like capitalists.'

"I'd want to see the Opera. The Pekin Opera, I think. I've never had a chance to before."

It could be interesting. And even Ramon would probably enjoy it.

"But first, Portugal. We can go back to our club. And our beach. The room with the blowing curtains. At the cottage. There was a room with long white curtains, that's what I remember the most."

'Mmm, bedroom.'

Most of the rooms have long white curtains but that's the room they'd spent the most time in, especially after the decision to get Martin had been made.

'Opera though? Sounds awful.'

"The Chinese Opera. It's like seeing a circus."

He'd like it. Probably.

"So colourful. I've been interested for a while. Was it the bedroom? That sounds about right, knowing us. I'll need to get a new bathing suit before the summer. Wouldn't do to run about naked all the time."

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