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]

[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...?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Hnnng. Damn it, Raikov, quit turning him on while he's trying to think. ]

A confession? Hardly! What on earth would I have to confess to the man who just threatened to replace me with a prostitute?

[ He doesn't sound anywhere near as indignant as he'd like to. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

Hmm... That maybe you care for the man far more than you'd like to admit?

[He lets go of his chin and runs a finger down his chest.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I don't care for anyone.

[ It sounds weak even to him. ]

Especially not for an infuriating arse like yourself.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Hm. I think you should. I treat you damn well. I doubt you could find anyone as good as me, in all aspects.

And I do remember you saying you had feelings for me on New Years Eve...

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I'm well aware I said that.

[ He's starting to blush again, thinking about it. God, could he have been more embarrassing that night...! ]

And that being the case, I can't imagine what other sort of confession you're aiming to get out of me.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Just one, that's all.

[He leans in next to Valmont's ear and whispers in Russian.]

/I do wonder how much you actually love me... You make it so difficult to tell./