Having Layne by his side made Lambert feel peaceful in a way he never thought was possible, whenever he was around him, his anger easily bled away to give way to admiration. His arm squeezing his shoulders slightly as he listened to Layne’s voice.
“ Like I’m smart enough for it… don’t know shit about robots… but it sounded good in my head. Okay… so no Salem either… which reminds me I hope you don’t mind me locking him out of the bedroom but… otherwise we wouldn’t have peace or quiet and I’d much rather give you all my attention instead of fighting off your cat. “
A hum escaped as his shoulders were squeezed, moving his body almost on top of Lambert as he rested his head on the man’s chest. Layne wanted nothing more out of this moment than to stay there as long as he could, even if he didn’t fall back asleep.
“ It’s fine… he’s got the couch out there if he really wants a comfortable place to sleep. The bedroom’s our place not to be disturbed. And Salem will fight dirty if he has to compete with you. ”
Had he ever really needed a reason to give Lambert a kiss before? He preferred taking one when he wanted, just as Lambert would often do with him. It was something they were both comfortable with, something he loved about the man. Coming up behind Lambert as he sat on the couch, he draped his arms around the man’s shoulders and waited for his head to turn. Once it did, he leaned in and stole a kiss from him, nuzzling their noses together when he pulled back and grinned at him.
31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why?
that depends on the activity that he’s doing, or thinking about doing. there’s not much that he’ll find a dealbreaker, other than dealing with bigotry from any parties. he’s not too easily frustrated either, so it’s not that hard for things to go smoothly. if one thing builds up after another, though, he’ll have a lot of trouble continuing on. as a complete dealbreaker, though?? anything to do with clowns or really small spaces. he doesn’t have claustrophobia or coulrophobia, but he likes neither of them all too much. and that’s just regarding nonsexual activities. sexual activities is another topic of discussion altogether.
He chuckles slightly, watching Layne next to him, a soft smile still lingering on his features, pulling him in his arms and kissing the top of his head as his eyes fall closed again, his voice hoarse with sleep still.
“ Ten more minutes… or fifteen we’ll improvise. In the meantime we could just… invent a robot that can make us coffee and bring it to bed without either of us having to get up for it… or we could train Salem… that might be easier than building a whole robot from scratch. “
Moving into his arms compliantly and wrapping his own loosely around Lambert’s waist, a tired smile tugs at his lips and he lets out a sigh. Fifteen more minutes sounded just about right, but he’s sure he’ll find a way to get it to stretch a little longer.
“ If you wanna build a robot, I won’t stop you. I’m not smart enough for that… and training Salem would take a MIRACLE. That cat used to jump on my head when I was late for his meals. The robot would be easier… ”
“ You don’t think I will? I spent a whole semester in college wearing a kilt every time I left my room. I can do it again no problem. ”
To say he was almost excited to do it wouldn’t exactly be an overstatement. There were many things he liked about the kilts he owned. One of the things that Lambert would come to know was he wore minimal underwear to none underneath.
❝ Inject caffeine directly into my veins, please. ❞
“ Only if you do me first… ”
Having had his last fight only a couple days before, there wasn’t much for Layne to do in the mornings. At least, for another half week. His morning runs had been postponed so he could lie in bed with Lambert, sleep, and heal. The upside to that was that it was more time spent with the man he loved. The downside was he loathed even the thought of getting up until it drew nearer to noon.
“ Let’s just lie here for five… ten more minutes. ”
It had been one of the biggest paying contracts they had in a while, and over something as simple as a small herd of Endrega warriors. Albeit, the bugs were always a pain in the ass to deal with, but it was all too much of an easy eradication. Layne was coming to like Toussaint more and more each day. Now that they were paid more than their fair share, double because they had gotten it done so quickly and permanently, he could see how this would be a cause to celebrate.
❛ But some of the best love stories start with a murder. ❜ ( !!! )
“ Is that what we are? A love story? ”
If there was a god out there, then he had to wonder what kind of tastes they had to have brought them together like this. They had been friends before Layne had slipped up and bludgeoned a man to death one night. Now they were blood soaked lovers, with a relationship and bond that was stronger than steel. What a love story that was.
Taking off some of the wrappings around his hand, protecting him from some of the impact he thrust upon the corpse in front when it was still moving, Layne smiled down to them and chuckled a little.
This was the second town they had gone through in the past month, close to wrapping up once their last victim was chosen. Though they took fair share in deciding who would pick next and where it would happen, Layne was always the one to lure them and make their target drop their guard. It was almost as much fun as the thrill of the kill, something he could have seemingly been hogging. His tongue ran along his teeth as he looked up to Lambert, leaning back onto the backseats of the car and running one of his hands up the bottom of his shirt, fingers ghosting along the skin.
“ I guess I could let you lure the next… you could take care of them all on your own. ”
And Layne would be watching, waiting for Lambert to take him with blood on his hands. A perfect end to their stay.
It wasn’t often he got to see Lambert drunk at all. The man had a tolerance that was through the roof when compared to his own, so he knew Lambert had to try if he wanted to do that. Though it was a little entertaining to see the man as smashed as he was, he wondered why the effort was put into it.
