deconstruct | v2 OPEN POST;

I don't remember taking this, but I thought you'd want to see it. [ There's an image attached. ]

Look at it when you're alone.

too late, thanks steve

oh my god how do you take something like that on accident

wow

your abs look good though

I guess the MID has a mind of its own. [ He's probably making that up. ] That was a few days ago, right?

uh huh sure. probably? i dont know, it's your view, asshole

is it your screensaver now?

Well... It wasn't last night. :-) [ He knows how much he loves that. ] And no. I'm thinking about deleting it.

might not be tonight either if you keep smiley facing me. [ that's a lie. if anyone's going to cry about withheld sex, it'll be andyr ] aww you don't want the reminder of what my ass looks like in case you forget during work?

I see it every day. I don't think I need that kind of reminder. [ Not one as graphic as that. ] Anyway, I figured you'd probably keep it to look at when you missed me.

if you're not keeping it to look at when you miss me, why do you think i would? [ [goatemote] ]

I can just come see you when I miss you. I don't need a picture for that. [ At least, until it's impossible to see him, but Steve doesn't want to think about those things. ]

so you'll just walk out on your shift and come interrupt mine? [ ok but he might actually like that. andyr's work ethic isn't the best. well, not for this work, anyway. ]

Would you really have a problem with that? [ Steve doesn't skip or miss work at all, though there's not much to skip or miss, but he'd make an exception for Andyr. He always would. ]

because i'm so committed to my work? no. but my supervisor might. or your supervisor.

I think we can figure it out if it comes to that. [ They're technically their own supervisors, after all. But Steve isn't going to tell him that. ] Are you gonna keep it or not?

yeah ok rule breaker [ it's weird for him not to have someone in charge of him. if he heard that he'd probably just sit in his room all day, honestly. as for the picture, well. it's not like he really cares much if people see his ass anymore, and there's no dicks or anything visible. and... there is that creeping fear that steve will be ported back, one day, and he'll never see him again. there's actually a butt ton of pictures of steve on his MID, he just hasn't told him. ] yeah. i guess so. i look good in that sweater.

You look good in anything. [ Or nothing. But he doesn't supply that comment considering they're mostly wearing exactly that in the photo he'd sent him. Steve hasn't deleted his, and he's not sure he wants to, though it could get a little awkward if someone happened to access his MID and had a look. He debates it for a while longer before trying to shift the conversation some. ] I'm glad you trusted me enough for that.

[ Having his back to him rather than being able to see his face. It warms him more than he'll probably ever understand. ]

i would look fucking stupid in a poodle skirt or those ancient ass shakespeare style pumpkin pants. [ wow shut up stop making him feel things???? [steve] tbh. the fact he'd mentioned that it was a big deal to have his back to him, that he'd known how wary he is about letting the ports show to anyone, is a warm, touching feeling, making andyr kind of want to go find him. he has that effort sometimes, unfortunately. he would've taken the sweater off that day too, but it get too cold sometimes. ]

yeah. i'm glad too. you're pretty much the most trustworthy person i know anyway. besides, that way's more comfy.

You'd have to wear 'em first. Then we could decide if they weren't your style. [ Is he joking? It's honestly difficult to tell, but he'll let Andyr figure that one out. So, instead, he just pushes through this topic of conversation into the other one. He doesn't think it's the safest one to have when he can't see his face or read his reaction, and there's so much he could say that could trigger a number of responses. Maybe they should wait to talk about this, so...

He waits a few minutes and sends: ] Have you ever thought about having me that way instead?

find me one or the other and i will [ whatever, it's just clothes. he's worn worse. and less, in front of more uncomfortable people.

oh. but that, though.

but that, though. ]

um, yeah. have you? [ he'd figured steve liked it the other way. not that he wouldn't be willing to switch spots, but andyr'd thought he'd preferred it. then again, andyr doesn't exactly communicate these things. at all. because he's awkward and he sucks. ] do you want to?

[ He's not actually going to make him wear those things, so he just smiles to himself a little before letting the words of his next response sink in. This isn't a conversation they should be having through text either, but he's adjusted to this sort of thing fairly quickly given how so many rely on it. Besides, Andyr's half way across the ship from him, and it would take too much time to go find him. ]

I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't want to. I don't mind either way. [ He doesn't have a preference. At least, he doesn't think he does. ]

i don't mind one way or the other either. not that you arent great at what you do. [ fucking him into the mattress. which is nice. but he's definitely thought of the roles swapped more than a few times. ] when does your shift end?

[ because guess who's impatient and is thinking about this a lot now? besides, it's something they'll want to get in bed and take time with. not try for in his work chair again. ]

[ It hadn't been something he'd actively thought about when they weren't together, when he wasn't pressed deep inside him, but there's a sort of anticipation settling under his skin when he reads that question. This could be something else entirely, and he's ready for it. ]

Right now. If you want it to. [ There's never anything going on, so it's not as if he feels guilty about abandoning his post. Besides, it wouldn't take all that long to get back to their room—even if he was slow about it. ]

[ it's definitely something different, taking rather than giving, at least for andyr. but a good something different. like a sensory overload sort of thing. something you feel all through you. but they'll see how steve feels about it. if it's not his thing, that'll be fine too. ]

yeah. i do want it to. come back to the room. [ in case that wasn't totally obvious already. ]

Get yourself there first. I won't be long.

[ Not when this feels like something entirely new, like the first time they kissed or touched or went beyond those simple things. A slow building of some unknown feeling he doesnt have anything to really compare it to, a strange thing that comes from the photo still in his MID. Steve decides not to delete it—more for what it means than what he sees when he looks at it. Andyr's trust, his love. He's giving that to him in more ways than one now, and he makes it back to their room before Andyr, searching through some of their things for the items they'll need.

But he reminds himself he should probably wait in between that though, settling for pulling his boots off and sitting on the edge of the bed. To look calm when he gets there. ]

just leaving the rec room, i'll try

[ but he won't make it first, stopping by the bath area on mero and cleaning up first, because no one likes snuggling up to fresh from exercise people. so his hair is still damp when he makes it to their (steve's, really, but andyr loiters here so much it may as well be their's) room. the moment his eyes lift to steve on the edge of the bed, trying to look completely chill, a fond smile spreads over his lips. probably is more chill than andyr would be, than andyr was, when they'd first started this whole thing.

setting his gym bag aside, he paces straight to him rather than worrying about all the rest, pushing fingertips into steve's hair (maybe messing it up a bit in the motion), and tilting his face up to brush their noses together, before giving him a soft, simple kiss in greeting. ] Hey you.

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