MCA #0: Late Sunday Night

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It's getting late but eventually, Xander and Bridge do make it back from the beach. Xander lets them into his apartment, putting a finger to his lips as he calls into the empty place, "Hey band-guys, if you're still here, now would be a good time to clear out..."
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[OOC: For Bridge, likely mildly NWS. Eventually. Shut up.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm, I don't *see* anyone..." Bridge says, looking around exaggeratedly. "Guess they had their fun already."

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From the den, there's a loud "RIBBIT?"

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"I do, on the other hand, hear the frog," Bridge remarks.

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"The frog got fed before I ever went down to the beach," Xander says loudly in the direction of the darkened den.

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"And he's not in the bedroom," Bridge adds. "So it's not like he'll be an unwilling witness to anything he'd rather not see."

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There's a somewhat more subdued ribbit that sounds as if someone is agreeing with Bridge and it's not just Xander.

Xander snorts and ducks into the den for a moment. When he returns, something that sounds suspiciously like Rikki, Don't Lose That Number is coming faintly from the stereo.

"Just in case."

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"And now that that's taken care of..." and there might be tugging in a bedroom-ward direction.

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There might be following. There also might be Xander grinning. "There might've been room for Steely Dan on the blanket. I'd have shared the Chinese food with them. I think."

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"I'd only brought enough for two," Bridge says. "And they probably would've wanted your cupcake too," he adds.

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"Hey, nobody gets my cupcake but you," Xander assures him. Followed by a snicker.

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"Good to know," Bridge says, doing that nose-touchy-laugh-thing.

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Xander kisses him on the nose. "I thought it was pertinent information."

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"Very pertinent," Bridge agrees. "There's some things I have no interest in sharing. Your, ah, cupcake," his turn to snicker, now. "Is among them."

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"You know, I have no idea what that's actually a euphemism for, and trying not to think about it is distracting me from the process of getting your clothes off. This is not a good thing."

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"Do you need some distraction from what's distracting you?" Bridge laughs, and leans in to offer such a distraction in the form of kissing.

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It's a very effective distraction. So effective that Xander manages to unfasten Bridge's jacket and get it off him, and have his shirt halfway up his back - or at least his hands halfway up the back of Bridge's shirt - before there's lack of kissing-distraction.

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And though he pulled away with no resistance- the long-term benefits of lack-of-clothes outweighing the short-term benefits of making-out- the second his shirt is no longer an obstacle Bridge is back to the kissing thing.

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They might even make it to the bed someday!

Especially if Xander cheats a hell of a lot by pushing them in that direction while simultaneously working on things like boots, buttons, zippers, and tongues.

Wait, one of those didn't belong.

The buttons.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Which still leaves gloves, but Bridge doesn't move to take them off himself. Instead he waits to see what Xander will do.

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What Xander will do is fall back and pull him onto the bed, ungloved fingers laced between leather-covered ones, legs tangling together.

And then reach for the strap on the left one. With his teeth.

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"Um," Bridge says, and that's really all he can manage. Because, unexpected and really kinda hot.

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Not that Xander's been thinking about doing that - occasionally at inappropriate moments - since he saw Bridge do it himself, or anything.

When he's got both gloves undone, he tugs them off - with his hands, because there's hot and then there's ruining perfectly good leather - and then, well, there's fingers.

Which his mouth isn't going to ruin. Neither is his tongue.

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Bridge's reaction? Various happy little noises that make "um" look like a coherent phrase in comparison.

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Which eventually encourages Xander to move on from kissing and licking fingers, to wrist, to arm, to hey whaddya know, that leads to a shoulder.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

And that'd be Bridge wriggling slightly in order to give Xander better access to places that have sadly *noT* been kissed yet. Because that needs to be remedied.