The Body Heat Meme (Again!)

[winterbolt]

The Body Heat Meme




Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

Comments

[majorcrotchgrab]

Something like that.

[Not about to tell Valmont why he was there or what happened. He's happy the man's finally given him assume if the blankets though. Sheesh.

He snuggles back up against his lover and nuzzles his nose into his hair. That gorgeous hair that he could play with for hours.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Oh, fine. Have some damn blankets, then, if it'll make you happy.

Also, yes, his hair is gorgeous, isn't it. ]

I'll tell you what. We'll find someplace warm in this godforsaken world and we'll move there.

[ He snuggles a little closer to Raikov and tries to make it look like an accident. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

Well, this isn't the best apartment complex in Goldenrod. It was just what I could afford. We just need to buy a little heater for the bedroom and we'll be fine.

[Because, really. Goldenrod is the best city to live in.

Raikov moves some of Valmont's hair out of the way and continues to nibble at his neck.]

For now, we can keep each other warm like this...

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Or you could just buy a better flat.

[ Because this one is nice enough, in its own way, but it certainly doesn't afford him the amount of luxury he thinks he deserves. ]

Er. [ He squirms a bit at what Raikov's started doing to his neck. ] Not that I object to this, you understand.

[majorcrotchgrab]

If you want to help chip in more...

[Although it's getting a little crowded with all the Pokemon, Raikov still is quite happy with the place. Anything's better than sleeping outside.

He kisses along the back of his neck over to his shoulder, then gives him a playful bite.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Me, chip in? Don't you extort enough money from me as it is?

[ Things that are not better than sleeping outside: sleeping in a fish cannery. Trust him on this one.

He twitches at the bite to his shoulder. ] What are you doing?

[majorcrotchgrab]

[He stops and let's go. At least it wasn't a completely negative response.]

You pay a quarter of the rent. And what does it seem like I'm doing?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Which is a quarter of the rent more than I ought to be paying. And it seems like you're attempting to eat my shoulder. I certainly hope you aren't, by the way. It's quite useful for keeping my arm attached.

[majorcrotchgrab]

I ought to make you sleep on the floor for that comment, you ungrateful bastard.

[Don't like a bite to the shoulder? How about on the ear lobe?]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Eep. He shivers both at the bite and at the thought. ]

All right, all right, I suppose the current arrangement is... reasonable. Barely.

[ He doesn't mean it, but no way in hell is he sleeping on the floor in this cold. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

You're right. You should be paying half.

[He tugs on the loose skin and faux-growls.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Half?! [ He sounds positively scandalized. ] Are you planning to bankrupt me, Ivan?

[ Once Raikov lets go of his ear, Valmont abruptly turns to face him, attempting to go in for a kiss. The sooner Raikov's distracted from this topic, the better. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

It's only fair... I shouldn't be your sugar daddy. That's for you to do for me.

[The kiss is nice but not distracting enough.]

Mmph... So consider yourself lucky... I've never done this kind of thing for anyone before in my life...

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I beg your pardon! I am no one's "sugar daddy"!

[ His money is for himself and himself alone, damn it. ]

By "this sort of thing" you mean letting them keep their hard-earned cash? I do hope you make it a habit.

[majorcrotchgrab]

You should be though. It'd be sexy.

And I mean by me spending all my money on someone who does nothing in return.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Oh, yes. I'm sure you'd get quite the sexual thrill out of pocketing my money, wouldn't you?

And I do not do nothing! I...

[ ...Huh. What does he do around here? ]

I shag you, don't I?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Technically, I'd just drag you around and have you pay for everything.

[He pauses, then a wide grin spreads across his face.]

A whore would be cheaper than you.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Ivan - !

[ Oh god, he doesn't mean that, does he? Damn everything, if he just gave Raikov ideas - ]

I - you said that you had feelings for me! You wouldn't!

[ Please don't kick him out he needs this ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Oh, this is too much fun teasing Valmont. He certainly has a dangerous look in his eyes now that he's planted the idea into the Russian's head.]

Yes but... if this is a one sided relationship... Not much point in keeping you around...

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Damn damn damn damn damn damn ]

No!

[ His hands have unconsciously found their way to Raikov's arms, which they cling to, like maybe if he can keep physical hold of the man he won't lose him. ]

I - I forbid it! I'll pay half the rent, I'll even pay fifty-five percent, don't - don't...

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov raises an eyebrow. He's never seen the man quite this panicky before. The grin fades into a soft smirk and he takes a hold of Valmont's chin.]

Oh...? Suddenly you don't have a problem with paying more...?

[He takes a moment to "think" things over. Really, he's already made up his mind but fucking with Valmont is amusing.]

I suppose I can let you stay... 35% of the bill isn't too bad, right...?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Of course I have a problem with it, you git! But I'd have even more of a problem with losing you, wouldn't I!

[ All at once he realizes what he's just said. He goes quite red and tries to avert his eyes, which is difficult given that Raikov's still got hold of his chin. ]

...Er. That is... thirty-five should be acceptable...

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov leans in closer, forcing him to at least face him, and brushes their lips together as he speaks.]

What was that...?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Nothing.

[ He tries unsuccessfully to pull away, and also to lie. ]

It - it was nothing.

[majorcrotchgrab]

It sounded more like a confession to me.

[He licks at Valmont's lips, totally cheating by speaking in a husky tone.]

Now... what would you be trying to confess to me, Gorynych...?