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]

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./

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Well, that certainly sounded sexy. Too bad he's got absolutely no idea what it meant. ]

You know I don't speak Russian, Ivan. If you've got something to say to me you can bloody well say it in English.

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Raikov shifts, climbing on top of Valmont and pinning his arms down.]

And if you have something to say to me, you should say it. Otherwise I may have to resort to... drastic measures.

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Oh dear. This is not the world's most advantageous position. He looks up at Raikov and gulps. ]

What sort of measures...?

[majorcrotchgrab]

Mmm... Ones like this.

[He releases one arm to reach down and crotchgrab him. And we all know how firm his grip can be at times. Right now it's just enough to make him a bit uncomfortable but still feel good.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Gh - !

[ One arm still trapped, he bucks under Raikov's hand, because that's all he can do to try to get him to stop. Not that he's entirely sure he wants him to stop. Must Raikov always make things so confusing? ]

All right! All right, I -

[ His voice drops to a mutter. ]

...I care about you. Satisfied?

[majorcrotchgrab]

[Sex is a powerful tactic. Satisfied with the response, he gives him another squeeze before letting go and lying down on top of him.]

Very.

[He gives Valmont an alluring look. Seems he's... in the mood. When isn't he.]

Was that so difficult, Gorynych...?

[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Oh, thank god. He was afraid Raikov wasn't going to let up until he said he loved him.

Which he doesn't. ]

Entirely more difficult than you needed to make it. [ Grumble. ]

...That said, do you think perhaps you could stay there for a bit? You're rather warmer than a blanket.

[majorcrotchgrab]

You were the one that made it difficult.

[He props himself up with his forearms, tracing little patterns around Valmont's chest, and lets out a purr.]

I can stay here for as long as you want...

[Ivan, you really need to stop speaking in that tone of voice.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I don't recall forcing you to hold me down like that.

[ Yes, please do stop speaking in that tone of voice. It's not okay. ]

Er. Yes. As it happens, I do want -

[ What could that be pressing against you all insistently, Raikov? What indeed. ]

[majorcrotchgrab]

No but it made a good impact.

[Raikov purses his lips slightly into a smirk.]

And you really should learn to finish your sentences.

[As he adjusts himself on Valmont's lap, grinding against his lap. He wets his lips and arches his back a little.]

Oooh... Seems like you're beginning to... ahh... warm up, huh...?