Post by wordy on Oct 19, 2009 19:56:18 GMT 10
Title: Bruised why yes, I'm so very creative
Rating: PG13
Prompt: #1 Colour
Summary: Neal/Evin. Evin needs a healeragain.
Neal frowned at the purple-green bruise that was spreading across Evin's side. "Why can't you stay out of trouble?"
The blonde man smiled lazily, "Trouble is my middle name."
Neal rolled his eyes. "I highly doubt that." He poked the edge of the bruise gently with one finger, examining it carefully. Evin was holding his shirt up with one hand, his tanned body making it difficult for Neal to concentrate.
"You don't even know my middle name, do you?"
"No," Neal replied. The bruising that spread on to the other man's ribs was worrying: had he broken any? "Well, are you going to tell me what it is?" Neal asked, standing up and stretching out a crick in his back.
"No."
Neal shrugged. Fair enough. It didn't really bother him that he and Evin weren't to that stage yet. What they had was more...physical. "This'll only take a second. And it shouldn't really hurt, unless you've cracked some ribs."
Evin stepped back as Neal moved toward him, green magic gathering at his fingertips. "What?" Neal asked, slightly annoyed.
"I'll be fine, you don't have to heal me." Evin's eyes slid away from his to look at the wall.
"Don't be ridiculous," Neal said, "Better to get it done now, and you won't be in pain when you have to get back to work."
"I...like it how it is. I can wait for it to heal on its own."
Neal sighed dramatically, running a hand through his dark hair. "Why in the gods' name would you want that, when you have a healer right here. I swear, you Rider folk are off your collective nut."
Evin grinned at that. It was an ongoing joke between them; they loved to poke fun at each other's chosen professions, each of them feeling that they were superior.
Moving closer so that they were almost touching, Neal looked at him with serious eyes. Evin returned the look until he got a smile out of his lover. "I'm not being stupid Neal, it's just a little bruise after all."
Neal snorted. "You call that little?"
"It doesn't really hurt," Evin shrugged, "Besides...I like the colours."
The mottled purple and green was rather nice to look at, Neal thought, but maybe that was just because it was plastered on Evin's skin. In a day or two, the yellow would start to show. Reaching out, Neal ran a finger up Evin's side, pleased when he saw goosebumps break out after his touch. "Why on earth do you want to be a human canvas?" he asked.
Evin grinned. "Battle scars. You know, gets all the girls."
"Oh really."
The taller man nodded, still grinning his infectious grin. The corner of Neal's mouth quirked, resisting to give in. "Maybe I should look into getting some of my own then."
"Maybe you should."
There was silence for a moment as Neal returned his attention to the colourful bruise. He was liking it better by the minute. Running one hand around Evin's back, he let the other one trace it's way up his chest underneath his shirt, until it was inches from his nipple. Evin breathed out through his nose, impatient.
"Maybe I should help you, er, get some of those bruises. To attract the ladies," Evin added.
"Maybe you should."
Rating: PG13
Prompt: #1 Colour
Summary: Neal/Evin. Evin needs a healer
Neal frowned at the purple-green bruise that was spreading across Evin's side. "Why can't you stay out of trouble?"
The blonde man smiled lazily, "Trouble is my middle name."
Neal rolled his eyes. "I highly doubt that." He poked the edge of the bruise gently with one finger, examining it carefully. Evin was holding his shirt up with one hand, his tanned body making it difficult for Neal to concentrate.
"You don't even know my middle name, do you?"
"No," Neal replied. The bruising that spread on to the other man's ribs was worrying: had he broken any? "Well, are you going to tell me what it is?" Neal asked, standing up and stretching out a crick in his back.
"No."
Neal shrugged. Fair enough. It didn't really bother him that he and Evin weren't to that stage yet. What they had was more...physical. "This'll only take a second. And it shouldn't really hurt, unless you've cracked some ribs."
Evin stepped back as Neal moved toward him, green magic gathering at his fingertips. "What?" Neal asked, slightly annoyed.
"I'll be fine, you don't have to heal me." Evin's eyes slid away from his to look at the wall.
"Don't be ridiculous," Neal said, "Better to get it done now, and you won't be in pain when you have to get back to work."
"I...like it how it is. I can wait for it to heal on its own."
Neal sighed dramatically, running a hand through his dark hair. "Why in the gods' name would you want that, when you have a healer right here. I swear, you Rider folk are off your collective nut."
Evin grinned at that. It was an ongoing joke between them; they loved to poke fun at each other's chosen professions, each of them feeling that they were superior.
Moving closer so that they were almost touching, Neal looked at him with serious eyes. Evin returned the look until he got a smile out of his lover. "I'm not being stupid Neal, it's just a little bruise after all."
Neal snorted. "You call that little?"
"It doesn't really hurt," Evin shrugged, "Besides...I like the colours."
The mottled purple and green was rather nice to look at, Neal thought, but maybe that was just because it was plastered on Evin's skin. In a day or two, the yellow would start to show. Reaching out, Neal ran a finger up Evin's side, pleased when he saw goosebumps break out after his touch. "Why on earth do you want to be a human canvas?" he asked.
Evin grinned. "Battle scars. You know, gets all the girls."
"Oh really."
The taller man nodded, still grinning his infectious grin. The corner of Neal's mouth quirked, resisting to give in. "Maybe I should look into getting some of my own then."
"Maybe you should."
There was silence for a moment as Neal returned his attention to the colourful bruise. He was liking it better by the minute. Running one hand around Evin's back, he let the other one trace it's way up his chest underneath his shirt, until it was inches from his nipple. Evin breathed out through his nose, impatient.
"Maybe I should help you, er, get some of those bruises. To attract the ladies," Evin added.
"Maybe you should."
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!