Motel de Cheap-for-DC, Washington D.C., Saturday Night

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Isabel had gone home after their meeting with Parker and Jarod, but Xander and Bridge had decided they'd be less wiped-out tomorrow if they stayed here instead of going back to the island. It'd have been nice if there were any rooms left at the Hyatt besides the rockstars-have-parties-in-the-jacuzzi kind, but any bed without living things besides him and Bridge in it would do, really, for one night.

At least this was a slow week, not another one filled with recovering from being taken over by somebody else for the weekend or visiting people in the clinic. Hate The Moon Day Parties and birthdays were a lot less exhausting. So was spending time with Bridge, meeting new tenants, and goofing off with old friends.

Tomorrow, though.... not so much with the goofing off. Xander flops back on the motel room bed and stretches, then sits back up, fiddling with the remote, kind of tired and wired at the same time.

[For the B-word-person. NFB due to distance, NWS due to magic fingers.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"S'a good point," Bridge replies. Or tries to, anyway, given that Xander's mouth is in the way there. Not that Bridge minds. At all.

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"I..." Because Xander can get that much out even when his lips are busy. And then his hands. "T."

He thinks he's funny.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Evidently Bridge agrees, as he lets out a snort of laughter. "Smartass."

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"Who, mine?" Xander feels he needs to check Bridge's, just to make sure.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yours," Bridge replies, very seriously.

[needsaparrot]

"Good thing yours is in such capable hands, then. So mine won't corrupt it or anything."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"*Not* that I'm actually arguing since I am a fan of your hands and various things you do with your hands especially in combination with me but being a smartass s'totally better than being a dumbass, any day, you know," Bridge isn't entirely sure how he manages to get all of that out, but it's all in one breath, because if he pauses to breathe or think or... anything, he'll lose his train of thought because, well. Hands. And what they're busy checking.

Speaking of hands, Bridge has been distracted enough by Xander's that he hasn't yet had managed to take the gloves off his, and it's beginning to filter in to his brain that this could maybe be an idea.

[*was woken up by power coming back on, now crawls back to sleeeeeep*]

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"I can do both. I'm an equal-opportunity ass."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Bridge snickers. "Well, can you and your multitalented ass do me a favour, then?"

[needsaparrot]

"...My ass and I are listening..."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Think really, really loud?" Bridge asks, disentangling himself from Xander a little in order to be able to take the gloves off.

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"O...kay?"

Xander's thought is... not too surprising, and probably doesn't need detailing. Not too surprisingly, his ass is thinking pretty much the same thing.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"We are not the first people to use this hotel room," Bridge explains as the gloves come off. "And it's highly unlikely we'd be the first people to have *sex* in this hotel room."

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"I'm still on 'O-kay?' " Xander informs him. Plus of course now he's thinking about other people having sex in this hotel room.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Stop that!" Bridge groans. "Go back to that first thought. That was a good thought. If there's anyone's leftover psychic energy in here I *so* don't wanna be picking up on it."

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Xander does a little shimmy - kind of against the rhythm of the shimmying bed -- that ends up with his jeans and boxers somewhere near his ankles.

"This thought?" He tries to re-create that first thought, but he's pretty sure it comes out sliiiightly more direct - and detailed - than last time.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge doesn't actually mind the attention to detail. Like, at all. "S'the one, yeah," he murmurs, wriggling out of his own clothes.

[needsaparrot]

"Think I can hold onto that thought, yeah." Among other things.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay, that's, that's good. Also could you maybe be wearing less shirt now? Please?"

[needsaparrot]

Well, it would require Xander to temporarily not be holding onto Other Things, but he can make that sacrifice for the few seconds required to yank off his t-shirt, yeah.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Much better," Bridge murmurs, now that Xander's hands are back on him. He takes the opportunity presented by the shirtlessness to send his own hands wandering across Xander's chest and, eventually, downwards.

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"Magic Fingers," Xander says, grinning after a sharp intake of breath.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"And you don't need to put quarters in *me*, either," Bridge replies, returning the grin.

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*blink*

*blinkblinkblink*

"Well. not quarters, no."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good. I'm glad you're following along with that," Bridge's grin turns somewhat smirk-like as he moves in for another kiss.