route_1065 | We were looking for something to blow up; we were looking for someone to follow

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We were looking for something to blow up; we were looking for someone to follow

Who: Solf J. Kimblee (

explosivecombat); Isaac McDougal (

glaciates)
Where: Mahogany Town
When: Forward-dated to April 13th
Summary: Isaac tends to like stupidly brief anniversary celebrations; it's been a month. Also, Kimblee is bored as hell so why not.
Rating: ~~PG? I DON'T KNOW, I'LL CHANGE IT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS.~~ PG-13; I SWEAR LIKE A SAILOR I AM TELLING YOU. also guys are now making out so um.
Log:

[The blackouts hadn't been good to him.

Kimblee had spent the better parts of the first morning zoning out, as he tended to do in dark, enclosed spaces; it wasn't exactly a distress response, just a sort of autopilot that kicked in when it came to a lack of stimulus. However, after a while, Archer had begun talking to him; he'd kept him focused on what he was doing, at the very least, and to his credit he had been supportive, if in a very...Archerish sort of way. It was good, at least, especially given whatever Suicune had managed to do to his back by ensuring he was thrown to the ground off that Steelix during battle; movement wasn't exactly good, though with enough painkillers he could definitely still push through it.

However, after two days of dealing with his spine, having nothing to do besides run signal interference, and dealing with Archer...well, being Archer, Kimblee was fully convinced that he could feel himself going insane; the power flickering back on was an absolute godsend, the fact that it stayed on seemed like a goddamn miracle, and the fact that the storms seemed to be subsiding was nothing short of absolutely glorious.

With all that out of the way and his duties on signal interference wound down, he'd sent a message to Isaac from the Gear, Kenya from the Pokémon Center, and completely disregarded Archer's fussing about him leaving early the next day to meet the man in town.

He hasn't told Archer about Isaac. With any luck, he won't have to anytime soon; for now, he just lets it go. Kimblee has always been partial to Mahogany Town; he's comfortable here. Relaxed. Given the small population, he suspects Isaac will like it.

He'll see soon enough, he's sure; right now it's just good to be outdoors.]

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[...Isaac. It has been a month. You have done nothing but hand-holding and some very tame flirting. That is all the answer you really need when it comes to why, are you seriously not frustrated at all?

Either way, Kimblee's gaze has once again turned dark, almost predatory; it's been a while since he's looked at Isaac like that, really. But it's dark in these caves and they're pressed up against a wall and Isaac's body is firm beneath his, and while he knows that he should be hesitating and weighing the pros and cons and bluntly put trying to figure out if men should even be doing this, he finds that he really can't be bothered.

Mm?

[That's all the verbal response Kimblee seems inclined to give right now; his hands shift from where he's been bracing them against Isaac's shoulders, trailing down to his chest.

He pauses for a moment; Isaac, if you are not okay with this, speak now.]

[...Is there any response to that expression that isn't OOH MR KIMBLEE OOH?]

[But seriously, that predatory expression sends chills down his spine - Isaac isn't entirely sure why, maybe it's because he's never had anyone look at him quite like that under circumstances like these, or maybe it's because it's Kimblee and he's fully aware that Kimblee is dangerous. At the same time, he's sure Kimblee won't hurt him. Whatever that look is, he likes it.]

[In the past Isaac has screwed things up by saying the wrong thing at the wrong moment. He's gotten very used to shutting the hell up and letting his partner lead. Kimblee will prompt him with what he's comfortable with, he's sure of that. So instead of giving any sort of response, Isaac remains silent. His whole brain isn't crying quite as badly anymore, but it's obvious he's not sure what to do with himself now.]

[Sorry, Kimblee. You might want to point him in the right direction.]

[Isaac doesn't seem disinclined; if anything, he's scanning as a bit unsure at worst. If he were disinclined, Kimblee has no doubt that Isaac would have pushed him off by now; he smiles a bit at him, though something about the expression is...off, as though it's intended to give a sense of reassurance but falls just short, somehow rendering it more threatening than if the shift hadn't happened at all.

It's the look in his eyes that's twisting it; that dark aggression hasn't left him.

The smile is accompanied by his right hand moving upward again, fingers burying themselves into Isaac's hair; he toys with the base of that ponytail for a moment before his grip abruptly tightens, jerking Isaac's head down as Kimblee presses more firmly against his body, rising up a bit to meet him.

There's no gentleness in the kiss at all; it's rough, carnal, with a sort of sharpness to it that Kimblee is very, very aware of - that's generally a sign that he should stop, not because he'll lose control per se but because this sort of behavior is Not Accepted, physical passion without gentleness to temper it will get him shoved off and possibly slapped, and if he's lucky that's all it will get him - but at the same time, there's a sense of...release, almost, behind it.

It's a beautiful feeling, really.]

[Again that expression sends a chill down Isaac's spine. Something about it is definitely reading as Not Okay, but before he has time to ponder that, Kimblee has moved forward. Isaac doesn't protest any - though it does take him a moment longer than it really should for him to realize just what Kimblee's doing.]

[The kiss is rough and admittedly a bit unexpected. He's not entirely sure what he would have imagined kissing Kimblee to be like since it was never something he really considered even after Kimblee agreed to date him (no, he's not sure how he missed this). Perhaps the harshness of it should be a rude awakening to just what he's gotten himself into.]

[It isn't. Instead it earns a rather pleased noise and Isaac winds his arms around Kimblee's waist, pulling him closer. He had never imagined kissing Kimblee before, but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't like it. There's something about it - the dominance? the fact that it's Kimblee? the fact that he's been infatuated with this man for years? - that is making this fantastic. He's not going to bother to stop and question it now. Instead, you can have that kiss returned in the most enthusiastic manner possible.]

[Kimblee hadn't expected Isaac to go along with this - he'd expected him to perhaps accept it at the absolute best, while the worst-case scenario would probably send him sliding across the ice again. The increased contact, the feeling of Isaac's arms around his waist, drives a sharp shock through his spine, one that has nothing to do with the injuries from battling Suicune.

And then Isaac is returning that kiss and it just spurs him on, his hand tightening sharply in Isaac's hair on impulse; he wants more, to drive it deeper, kick up the intensity and take this wherever it ends up going, get rid of the tension and overstimulation and the fact that he's wanted to get laid since the battle Tuesday night - it's rare that he actually wants such things, preferring to use them more as the means to an end, but -

...but then his attention is given to exactly how...wrong this is starting to feel - how rough Isaac's skin is against his and the fact that the body underneath him is decidedly masculine and he's suddenly acutely aware of the fact that he's very definitely kissing a man; it's something he'd obviously known but hadn't given much weight to, but now that he's thinking about it he can't stop thinking about it and when he pulls away and breaks off that kissing it's entirely too soon. It doesn't feel...finished, and he isn't sure what to think about the physical sensations that brings with it - it's frustrating, almost disappointing, and for a good long moment there's the general feeling that he doesn't want to stop but at the same time, he definitely doesn't want to continue, either.

He's not quite disgusted with himself; he doesn't regret it. But still.]

I...right. Well.

[Kimblee's grip on his hair is tight; he likes the pain it brings and he's really not sure what to do with that. He's fine with that, though, it's not something to think about now; the kiss is rough and he loves it and then--]

[--And then suddenly Kimblee's no longer kissing him and Isaac is left staring. His whole brain might be crying again. Did he do something wrong? That's what it must be - every time something like this has happened in the past, it's been his fault. He doesn't want this to be his fault. If... if this ends badly...]

[...He's not going to focus on that right now. Kimblee doesn't seem inclined to break everything off just yet. It'll be fine. Maybe.]

...Kimblee?

[And that's about when just how awkward all of this is really hits him. He was kissing Kimblee. He was kissing a man. This wasn't something he'd ever thought about before and yes it felt right and perfect in the moment but now...]

[...Well, he might be going red again, but you know. That's normal.]

[Kimblee's gaze flicks upward again at the sound of Isaac addressing him; he isn't sure what to think of what he gets. He can't be sure what that expression is for, or why he's getting a sudden sense of...nervousness? Anxiety? He isn't entirely sure how to put it into words, but there's definitely something strange there -

...before it just shifts into the usual flat-out awkwardness. Right. Well. Um.]

Is something the matter, Isaac?

[It's a stupid question, but it's a starting point; he's suddenly aware that he's staring, and at the very least he relaxes his expression into something a bit more neutral.]

[Isaac almost denies that there's anything wrong. He doesn't lie, but his instinct is to pretend like everything's fine. Addressing this would just be too awkward, wouldn't it? At the same time, what choice does he have? He's aware that his expression is usually very open.]

Yeah, uh... that was...

]How... does he word this.]

That was kind of... Look, I'm uh... not mad. I... liked it...?

[...the amount of orz here...]

[Wh...]

Well, I would certainly hope so.

[...wow, yeahno, even he can hear how egotistical that sounded...]

I mean, it's good to know that you're not angry, but I wasn't exactly -

[...concerned...about...that can we not make ourselves sound like an unemotional douchebag]

...I rather enjoyed that as well. Shall we put it that way?

[Tonight we're failing hard, bb...]

Y-yeah, that's... better...?

[No really, he didn't see an issue with it before. You can be as egotistical as you want. You deserve it.]

I guess you ah... stopped because... this is... kind of awkward?

[Head...tilt...?]

[...that's about when Kimblee realizes - they're being stupid as hell again. He relaxes rather quickly, his expression calm.

He suspects he's going to have that realization often.]

It isn't anything you did, if that's what you're getting at.

[Because that would certainly explain the sudden nerves, if nothing else.]

[It's good to see Kimblee relax; Isaac finds himself relaxing as a result.]

I... That's good to hear. Really. Thanks.

[In fact, he'll just brighten up a lot! No, seriously, he was... pretty worried.]

Of course, Isaac.

[It's odd, really, how comfortable this is; Kimblee is vaguely aware that Isaac is still holding him, but that isn't anything that bothers him, exactly. Perhaps he's simply used to it because of Archer; he doesn't know, and he doesn't particularly care. And really, if nothing else, Isaac is warm and it's more than a bit cold in here due to all the ice; he's more than content to steal his heat for now.

Though his grip isn't nearly as tight as it was before, he releases Isaac's hair once he becomes aware that he's still holding onto it, his hand dropping back down to Isaac's shoulder.]

...ah, I suppose I should apologize for that; it can't have been too pleasant.

[...that tends to work better if you actually sound sorry, but y'know.]

[Yeah it... would work better if you sounded sorry... But that's alright!]

Yeah it's... not exactly the best feeling. But it's fine.

[You said it wasn't his fault, after all! And the fact that you're still letting him hug on you is good, right...?]

[...That said, things are going to get really awkward, really fast. Isaac has no idea what to say or do now; he's always relied on his partner to take the lead. Kimblee didn't have any issues with that a few moments ago. He's not entirely sure what to do with himself now. Is Kimblee the sort to try to forget that ever happened?]

[This can really be summed up pretty easily with "orz."]

[Kimblee is usually the sort to try to confront things head-on; he likes to study and analyze and get an understanding of others - not because he particularly cares, but because people are as good a tool as any, at least for checking his own behavior against theirs if nothing else - and he can't exactly do that if he doesn't understand, and if he doesn't confront issues that arise, then he isn't going to understand.

However, when it comes to things like this...yep, we're just going to pretend that didn't happen.

He isn't particularly awkward about it, however; it isn't long before he's worked his arm around Isaac's waist, between his back and the wall, and he's feeling comfortable enough to lay his head against Isaac's shoulder for a while. The contact, at least, is nice, even if he's not used to doing this with...well, anyone but Archer - and really, like hell if he'll admit it, but god, his back is killing him, and movement isn't anything he's feeling like doing right now.

...orz indeed, Isaac.]

[Well, Kimblee is hugging him so at least he's not too bothered by this, right? This is hard.]

[Isaac has never been good at reading others. It's always been difficult for him - and it's been made plain several times that this is something he should be able to do. There were some people who were willing to put up with it, of course. There were others who resented him for it. Perhaps he should have taken Kimblee's approach and learned to just ask. Instead he's become rather bitter about it. If people are so good at reading social cues normally, why don't they understand him?]

[...And yes, that makes perfect sense to him.]

[But anyway, it's nice to have Kimblee so close. Isaac doesn't make any move to let go or tighten his grip; he's not really sure what to do with himself. This is somewhere between comfortable and really awkward, and he's not sure what to make of that.]

...You alright?

[It seems Kimblee would be, but at the same time he's never actually... hugged Kimblee quite like this. It's a good feeling, yes, but it's... kind of awkward? Maybe the awkwardness is just one-sided though...?]

[Oh, come now. You say that like it shouldn't make sense.

...You mean it doesn't?

Either way, Kimblee's tone implies he's not annoyed with the question, though he is kind of amused, he has to admit.]

Of course. Why wouldn't I be?

I just... wanted to make sure. That's all.

[It isn't really a topic he wants to discuss. His social failure, that is. Kimblee is obviously aware of it on some level, but... This is something he should be able to do. It's frustrating, and it's not something Kimblee needs to get involved in.]

I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything.

...I would have pulled away by now if I were uncomfortable.

[...no, really, why is this an issue? He knows that Isaac does have serious social problems; they've discussed it once or twice, but...]

You know I'm straightforward if I don't like something.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

[Kimblee has always been straightforward. He does know that, but at the same time he's had issues like this with straightforward people as well. Of course they usually weren't as blunt as Kimblee but... Things change when you're dating someone. That's the experience he's had, and he doubts that's going to change just because Kimblee's a man.]

Then what's the issue? I don't understand.

Like I said, I just don't want to make you uncomfortable. At all. That's... really it.

[...orz tho.]

[...oh, that just gets a light laugh before he resettles, you.]

Well, you aren't.

[...You're kind of the cutest thing. What does he do with you?]

[...He might be hugging a bit tighter. Maybe.]

Thanks. I appreciate that.

[Isaac's tone should reflect that, if nothing else does.]

[Not cute at all. :|]

Of course, Isaac.

[The words are quick, almost too much so; he's winced again at the feeling of Isaac's grip tightening. His back, dammit.]

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