deconstruct | v2 OPEN POST;

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.

[ He checks the message but doesn't send anything back. If he had, it would have been :-), and there is no irony in that like there is most of the time he replies to Andyr with it. And just seeing him does something to that odd anticipation that's settled in his stomach, smile much more relaxed and far more genuine when his hands are in his hair and his mouth is on his. Steve unconsciously presses up into it, letting his own hands rest on Andyr's hips to draw him closer before tilting his head and nudging his nose in the same way he'd greeted him. ]

Hey. [ There's a pause, kissing the corner of his mouth and leaning back enough to look at him. ] Did you shower? [ The amusement is there in his voice, understanding now why he'd taken so much longer to get to the room than Steve had. Then again, he hadn't exactly paced himself either, so there had also been that to take into account. ]

[ the hands on his hips settle familiar on him, so used to how steve touches him or holds him that it's like a security blanket these days, and andyr shuffles up close with the tug steve gives him. fingers card through short, blond strands, combing his hair back, or to one way, and then the other, just liking the feel of it against his hands, nuzzling against steve's cheek with the small kissing he gives him here and there. ]

Sorry, did you want the post work out sweat? [ he snorts a laugh, leaning to press a kiss to his forehead, hands wandering down his neck and over the broad span of his shoulders, and back. ] I can always go run a lap around the deck.

Pretty sure you'll be getting that soon enough.

[ It's a soft tease, eyes slipping shut to focus on and enjoy the way he touches him, hardly giving notice to the fact there's something to be said about that. He's sparred with him, knows the extent of the damage Andyr is capable of, and yet, when they're together, when he's pressed against him or wrapped up in him, it's impossible not to feel the softness of his heart and the kindness that's settled deep. Steve reaches for that now, moving into the press of his lips and coaxing him down to be with him. ] Come here.

[ Breathed against his lips, and he tugs until they're both spread out on the mattress of that weirdly shaped bed, Andyr's weight more than welcome atop him. It's different this time, knowing the end-game, and he spreads his legs a little to adjust, letting his hands wander over his sides and to his ass to give it a squeeze. ]

Well, at least I'm starting off smelling pretty.

[ it'd felt surreal, for a long time, touching steve so softly, being so tender with him, putting the same hands on him that've dug into flesh, gouged and torn and broken bodies, blood dried under his nails so often. he'd look at his fingers splayed over steve's chest and wonder how they could possibly be the same. he certainly hadn't stopped being that wraith of a person, and yet, here he is, crawling up along steve's body, settling hips against him, tracing the lines of his face with a finger lightly, before dipping to kiss - at the corner of an eye, at a temple, at his jaw, and finally, coming to his lips, with a smooth, satisfied hum, as steve's hands cup his ass and squeeze.

his hips rock some, where he's settled between slightly parted legs, pushing back into steve's hands, and forward, to grind unhurried and self-indulging against him. a foot hooks around one of steve's calves, tangling up their legs, as his hands slide along his arms, until he can find his hands, weaving fingers together, as he holds them lightly over steve's head. not pining, just holding, while sucking tenderly at a lip between deepening kisses. ]

Missed you. [ he murmurs into steve's mouth. he always misses him. steve could be gone five minutes and andyr would still grin and kiss or hug him when he got back, it's hardly news. ]

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