latino_menace | OOM: Fatherhood

Ramon turns in to him, runs a finger down one cheek, then kisses him.

'Baby. No. I'll never stop wanting you that much so you can always guarentee healthy amounts of exercise. Although I'm not sure that sex qualifies as exercise in the conventional way - it's not an Olympic sport, if you see what I mean - but it's my favourite kind anyway.'

It suddenly occurs to him that he'll be able to brainwash Martin into liking football. Hmmm. Interesting.

"Well, in the summer I'll swim too."

He gestures vaguely as they climb the stairs.

"Then when people ask me what my secret is I'll have a good answer for them. I'm sure you get more exercise than I do, though. Not that that bothers me."

He defends himself immediately by saying, 'I need it more than you do. And anyway, I don't mind doing the work in bed.'

Control freak, see?

"Don't get me wrong, baby, I love it."

He sighs, happily, leaning against him.

"Still am a lazy lay, after all. And there's nothing better then you when you're... not having this conversation when I'm too tired for active sex."

'Mmmmm.'

He'd say more, but he's kissing him. Not in a necessarily sexual way, just because he can, and he likes it.

Eventually though, 'Nothing better than when I'm what? You have to tell me so I can do it more often.'

"Pounding me through the mattress."

He flops back onto the bed, then pulls Ramon down with him, just to hold him close.

"Fucking me hard enough to leave me dizzy."

He grins and props himself next to him. 'And there I thought you liked it when I was soft with you.'

Which is bullshit. Random reacts quite spectacularly when he takes control and has his way with him, and Ramon knows it.

"Well, I like that too" he admits happily, letting an arm slip around him, just lying across him comfortably.

"But then again, anything with the two of us naked is well worth the effort. You making love to me will always be my favourite."

'Think it's my favourite thing to do, as well.'

A lazy hand rests on Random's stomach and Ramon yawns. 'I'll get the baby later, you had a busy day.'

He gets up to start undressing because otherwise he'd just fall asleep fully dressed.

"Check the monitor for batteries?"

He gestures at the dresser.

"If the red light's still on then we're fine. Remember the first time I fell asleep in your bed?"

He glances over at the monitor and nods, 'It's fine.'

And then smiles as he gets rid of the last of his clothes and slides under the quilt.

'How could I forget? First night we fucked - and I use that word because that's what it was. I was surprised you stayed.'

He tugs at his shirt. 'You planning on sleeping with me tonight? Need to take these off and get in here if you are.'

"Ugh. I don't know if I'm lying down for a nap or if I'm just staying down."

He strips off the shirt, then pants, and briefs, and slides under the blankets too.

"We'll see, I guess. Poke me around dinner time? I want to talk more. I like just talking with you. Did you think I was crazy? Or a clingy bastard? I wasn't trying to cling. Just couldn't be bothered to walks away. The next morning you were furious with me though, and I could never figure out why."

'Stay down. I'll see to the kid and bring you some sustenance so you don't waste away in the night, how's that? And then we can talk all you want.'

He quite likes looking after Random really. And again with the trying to show him thing.

He thinks back, then shrugs. 'I didn't think anything really. When we were done, I was tired and couldn't really think of a good reason why you shouldn't stay, I didn't hate you. Didn't trust you but enjoyed talking to you. And the next morning - I wasn't furious with you. I was uncomfortable because you'd slept hanging on to me and I'd had to move away in the night. And when you talked to me after you'd woken up, you lay on my chest again and I couldn't figure out why you still wanted to touch when we weren't having sex.'

He's a tactile guy, but not really for no reason. That Random seemed comfortable enough to sprawl over him after just one tryst was hard for him to take.

"You're wonderfully physical. Solid. You have a presence."

He tells him this, of course, as he rolls to lie on his chest, because it hasn't stopped being true.

"Even after that, when I'd see you I'd always greet you with a kiss and end up in your lap. I'll always be happier touching you than not. I don't think I can really explain it."

It had been true then, it's still true now.

"Sorry I ended up curling on you, though. Sort of a reflex."

'Mmm, charisma.' He preens, looking smug. Because he's never had a problem attracting people, even without paying for them. He only does that for convenience anyway.

'You're a tactile person, is all. That's OK because I am too. Most South Americans are, it's a cultural thing. But I think what it really boils down to is - I just can't keep my hands off you. Far too fucking sexy.'

Arms are wrapping round him now, secure and warm. He loves the feeling of holding Random.

'No need to apologise, no harm done. Just the opposite.'

"That's how I traumatized Jack Bauer."

And that would be Random, bursting into snickers in Ramon's shoulder.

"Wasn't really my fault. Man's a bad kisser, though. Of course, he was shoving me out of his lap and hollering in shock at the time, so it might have been a bit hard to tell."

He sighs in mock annoyance - even as his insides twist a little, because he'd never thought Jack was that bad a kisser but doesn't like to think about it any more - and pokes him in the side.

'Didn't you once tell me not to talk about him in our bed? I'm throwing it right back at you. And no, not your fault at all.'

Well, it wasn't.

"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.'

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