Newtech City, 2024. SPD Cadet Quarters. Friday Night. In the Bedroom. With The Lights Out.

[needsaparrot]

"...Okay, so I know guys supposedly say this all the time? But seriously, God's honest truth, this has never happened to me before."
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[OOC: For that guy who lives here. So not you, Jamie. Or Dor. Please God no, do not make the bed talk. Erm. Goes NWS, yes.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You're not gonna need *pills*," Bridge says. "It'll get better. It has to! Even if I have to give it a, a, pep talk, I will!"

[needsaparrot]

"............A pep talk?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Yes?" It's not his craziest idea! Near the top of the list, maybe, but not his craziest.

[needsaparrot]

Xander just repeats slowly, "A pep talk."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I draw the line at pom-poms, though," Bridge says seriously.

[needsaparrot]

"...You're kind of twisted," Xander says, not without a note of admiration in his voice.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Is that a good thing?"

[needsaparrot]

"Depends if it works."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Do you want me to try?"

[needsaparrot]

"It beats calling Sky to see if it's an alien spell, right?" Blink. Blink. Not that the blinking is easy to see in the dark. "Or maybe you should call Anders."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Anders doesn't live here," Bridge replies, confused. Annnnd sliding down the mattress until he's face-to-Xander's-dick, yes.

[needsaparrot]

"I meant what if it's a Fandom thing, not an alien thing. Like the tru---- oooh, Hi." Warm breath is warm.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Bridge looks back up at Xander and flashes him a grin before focusing back on the matter at hand. "So, you know, I don't know whether this is an alien thing, or a Fandom thing, but it's pretty much gotta be one of those, 'cause I know you wouldn't just up and quit on us, right?" he says earnestly. "I mean, you've got no reason to, what with hey, number one fan, right here. Seriously. Pretty much spoiled for anyone else ever now." And, okay, yeah, he feels pretty ridiculous, doing this whole... thing with the direct address and the pronouns but at this point he's not about to discount the possibility that it might actually work.

[needsaparrot]

Okay, admittedly that stirring is coming from Xander's badly-contained laughter, but it's a start, right?

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Well, sure! "Should I keep going?"

[needsaparrot]

That wasn't a giggle. "...Sure."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Right, okay. So as I was saying. Number one fan! And I know you can do this, I've seen you do it lots of times! And you know how I said before how there's lots of not-just-sex things I'd still like to do? Well, there's lots of sex things I'd like to try too, and they sort of hinge on your co-operation here." At the very least, it seems to be bringing Xander's *mood* up, which, Bridge feels, makes it worth it.

[needsaparrot]

Xander stops laughing into his pillow long enough to tap Bridge on the top of his head. "Dork."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge grins up at him again. "Yep," he nods in agreement.

[needsaparrot]

Xander tugs lightly on his ear. "C'mere, dork."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge c'meres. Theres. Is now back to being face-to-face with Xander. That.

[needsaparrot]

"You will never not turn me on."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Was that implied too, in the vows?" Bridge asks with a grin.

[needsaparrot]

"You have to read between the lines a little, but yeah." Xander nods and presses close against him.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I can do that," Bridge says. "Sometimes. And then sometimes I miss stuff even when it's right. There. But that's usually sarcasm-related."