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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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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."

'Yeah, I've heard of it. It's famous - I'm just not much of a one for singing, you know?'

He'll go though, if Random wants to. Of course. And predictably, there's a snort at the last statement.

'Baby, I'm firmly of the opinion that you should go naked all the time. If it weren't for the fact that I like undressing you and don't want you to get cold, I think I'd insist upon it.'

"Yes, but there were other houses on that beach. I don't want to give some nice old grandmother a heart attack. Or be rushed at and accosted by a nice young one."

It's a reasonable argument, he feels.

"I'll get a new bathing suit. You can pick the colour."

'Hmmm. You make a good point, but it's still a hard bargain.'

He sighs long-sufferingly but still ruffles his hair, so chances are he'll get over it.

'Is this a trick question? Or one of those where I can pick any colour as long as it's orange?'

"No, seriously. Any colour. I choose the style, but you get to choose the colour."

He smirks.

"I have faith in your good sense. I also have orange underwear around here somewhere."

'Yes, but you don't wear underwear under a bathing suit Random,' he points out. 'Do you think you'll survive without a stitch of orange clothing on your body?'

You never know! He's never seen without it, usually.

'We're obviously going to have to discuss this. If you choose a hideous style then the colour won't help. How about I choose the style and you get the colour?'

Because if Random's about to pick Speedo's? Just no.

"I'm thinking of my modesty here, baby. As good as naked is not a qualification."

He grins at him.

"And I meant to seduce you into making the right choice. I remember you ordering those things from the bar. You bought 'em, I'll wear 'em."

He snickers evilly and moves so they're more face to face and he can kiss him easier.

'I like green on you. Or blue. But please, get shorts and not trunks. I can't be seen on a beach with a man in Speedo's, not in the twenty first century.'

he feels quite strongly about this, evidently.

"That was part of the plan."

Random has to wrinkle his nose at the thought of speedos.

"May have noticed, but I'm not really an exhibitionist. A little, but that degree of tight needs to be reserved for you and you alone. I couldn't even deal with boxers in public, I don't think."

He talks the talk, obviously, but when it comes to baring flesh... not so much.

'I know you're not. That surprised me too, actually.'

And still does, at times.

'If you're reserving that kind of tight for me, let it be with orange briefs and not swimwear from the eighties please. If you come to bed in Speedo's I'll laugh until I die. And not be able to perform, at all.'

"You have my most solemn word."

He grins up at him, cheerfully.

"No speedos in bed. And you can still be a hedonist and not an exhibitionist. Though I can be that too, in my own way. Under the right circumstances."

'Oh really? And what might those circumstances be? Useful thing to know, I would say.'

He idly tucks some stray blonde hair behind Random's ear, just for an excuse to touch more than anything.

"When I'm angry."

He leans into his fingers a little, considering.

"When I'm drunk. No, that's wrong. When I'm drunk I get very pliant, but very clingy. May offer myself to you unconditionally and without boundries, but I'll always be secretly hoping that you make love to me. It's weird, but it's a thing. So when I'm angry, when I'm really, really desperate, when I've got adrenaline going- a lot of the time it'll be because I'm in a new place."

'That works out well actually, because I always want to make love to you when you're drunk.'

Ramon grins and doesn't stop playing with his hair.

'There's something so sweet about you when you've had too much, I can never seem to keep my hands off of you. And hell, I think I should take you to new places more often. Or maybe just go on sex strike for a while, make you desperate.'

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