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[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim shivers from the contrast of Zell's hot breath and the cold of the rest of Norfinbury, the way he always does. Sometimes he wonders what it'll be like, when their kisses are somewhere warm and comfortable all the time.

Maybe he'll miss this, too, because it's pretty great. ]

Faster? What've you got in mind?

[swatsflies]

[ Having Jim say faster, even as a question, has his brain screeching to a halt for a moment. It's amazing what getting handsy with your boyfriend does to normal words. is

Carrying him is a very bad idea right now. ]

We can locate a wheelchair. [ That'll speed things along so they can get back to exploring each other. ]

[rattlingthestars]

Going to give me a ride?

[ It's amazing how fast nice 17th century boys pick up innuendo. Zell, you've ruined him. ]

[swatsflies]

[ Hopefully Jim is prepared because that gets him stopping completely in his tracks. ]

I- [ Oh, he's just teasing. Swallowing whatever words he almost said and bumping his forehead against Jim's shoulder. ]

Whenever you want, baby.

[rattlingthestars]

Now.

[ Which is why Jim's breaking away. ]

In a wheelchair.

[swatsflies]

[ Making a noise at that as he reaches over to give Jim's side a poke. ]

As you wish. [ Doing his best to ignore where all of his blood rushed to and resisting the urge to regain the contact again. Picking up the pace as he starts the hunt for a wheelchair. Finally locates on folded up against the nurse's station in the middle of the waiting area. ]

Got your ride right here, Stars. [ Pulling the two sides away from each other to expand the chair. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim laughs softly. He knows exactly what he did, and he's not very sorry for it.

He regards the wheelchair for a moment, thinking about it, before he climbs into it. Except he's not sitting down.

Surf's up? ]

and then someone walks in their path and they crash

[swatsflies]

[ He'll get him back later when they were alone.

Grabbing the handles and he waits for Jim to get into position. ]

Ready? [ That's the only warning he gets before Zell is pushing the wheel chair at top speed. Going in a couple of circles around the nurse's station, then arching out towards the far side of the waiting area. ]

cheerfully wheelchair racing around the nurse's corpse

[rattlingthestars]

[ Zell gets a quick nod of confirmation before he's racing in the wheelchair. Zell's sometimes-clumsy boyfriend turns out to have excellent blance as he keeps his feet in the chair even as they turn in circles that might take it on one wheel.

He whoops, wordlessly, and pumps a fist in the air as they charge forward. ]

Sunshine, you've got to try this!

weee \o/

[swatsflies]

[ His boyfriend is part cat. He might not always land on his feet, but he has balance when it comes to things like this.

Turning to the directions of the elevator and going through the lobby. Don't mind the brief chill, right?

Laughing as he heads through the door past them leading back into the waiting area. Maneuvering them towards the far end to the other private room on the floor to check it out. ]

Going to push me? [ He's slowing down, only to spin them around and back out of the room. ]

[rattlingthestars]

Want me to?

[ As Zell slows, Jim lowers himself into the chair. Rather than sit correctly, though, he's in it backwards on his knees and facing Zell. ]

We'll count it as training.

[swatsflies]

[ He was thinking maybe making out would count as training, but this works too. Slowing down as he turned into one of the rooms with four beds. Checking behind him before trying to steal a quick kiss. ]

I'm putting myself in your hands, Stars. [ That's a yes. He'll try. ]

[rattlingthestars]

[ Well. Making out could be training, too. As long as they work up a sweat.

Jim raises both eyebrows at Zell's comment, and bites his lip to hold in a laugh. Probably not what Zell meant, but still funny. ]

You can count on me.

[swatsflies]

[ That lip bite isn't fair. Moving his hand up to cup the side of Jim's face as he brushes his thumb under his lower lip. ]

You know what I mean. [ Trying to whine, but he's laughing instead. ] Stop being so distracting.

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I'm not doing anything. [ Jim's laughing as he says it. He's not, but he knows what kind of effect it has on Zell anyway. ] Stop getting distracted.

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You are. You are doing something! You're being you. [ It makes perfect sense to Zell, okay. Leaning in close to capture that lip between his own. He's far too gone to be able to not be distracted. He's doomed and pondering on the merits of dragging Jim down with him. Sliding his fingers through Jim's hair. ]

[rattlingthestars]

That's going to be pretty hard to stop! [ It makes zero sense, but Jim gets it anyway. He's also not the one complaining about being distracted, so he doesn't mind a break for making out in the wheelchair. Better than thinking about where they are.

It's a good thing there are no monsters on this floor, they'd be dead. ]

[swatsflies]

[ Tugging on Jim's lip. ]

Looks like I'll have to do something about it. [ Something like giving him a series of kisses in a row. He deepens each contact and lingers a little longer with each one. Moving both of his hands down Jim's back to cup his ass. Giving it a squeeze as he wonders if maybe they should test out how much weight the wheel chair could handle. ]

let me know if this needs to be changed \o/

[rattlingthestars]

[ They've checked enough of this floor, right? If something were going to eat them, it probably would've done it already?

(This is progress for Jim, in a way. Better mental health through makeouts!)

Jim wraps his arms around Zell's shoulders, holding on. It's a good thing, too, because a moment later he loses that cat like grace and sends it squeaking back a few inches. Jim tightens his grip on Zell's shoulders, but unless Zell thinks fast they're butting heads. ]

I wrote bad ending first but didn't like how it came out. Next time <3

[swatsflies]

[ In Zell's book, they were pretty much done and he has other things to check thoroughly. Like the contents of Jim's-

And then the chair going back interrupts where his brain was going and he moves his hands up immediately to steady his boyfriend. Moving his head back in time to let Jim's head catch him in the collarbone and chest area instead. That is not how you kiss someone, boyfriend. ]

Whoa! [ Keeping an arm hooked around him as he moves the other to grab the handle of the chair. It's like a glass of cool water be dumped on him. He's not quite cooled down, but it's enough to calm him down. ] Ready to go back to the other room?

jim is excluded from the head butt club i see how it is

[rattlingthestars]

[ It's still a little uncomfortable for Jim's nose, but not as badly as it would've been if they bumped heads. He reaches up a hand to rub it. That cooled Jim down, at least. ]

Ow.

[ He looks around the empty space that they've left to check and considers it for a moment before he shrugs one shoulder. ]

-Yeah. Said you had a plan right? Let's see it.

he's in a different head and butt club

[swatsflies]

[ Moving to press a kiss against Jim's nose. All better? Disengaging to turn the chair around. Offering up the crook of his elbow like a proper boyfriend. ]

We can start with this one.

[ Looking over at the hospital bed as he says it. Not really thinking about what his look could imply. Just going to lead Jim over to it once he's off the chair. ]

Let's do it.

[ Patting the bed. ] Pick a side, Stars.

bow chicka

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim takes the arm with a beaming smile. It makes him think, just for a second, of dancing with Zell on his arm. Maybe some day.

Jim regards the bed for a moment before pointing to the one closer to the door. He doesn't flop on it, though, just pulls away from Zell for a moment. ]

I've got an idea, though.

<3

[swatsflies]

[ Zell starts investigating how the mattress is strapped down when Jim speaks. Perking up at the idea, as he looks over him. ]

Oh? What kind of idea? [ If it has anything to do with Jim in his arms or another way to enjoy themselves, then he's all for it. Moving closer to the one he pointed out as he looks from it to his boyfriend and back again. His gaze may be lowering to the rear view if it's available. ]

[rattlingthestars]

What do you think about a tent?

[ Not an actual tent, apparently, but Jim's investigating the other mattresses in the room while Zell manages his. The rear view is briefly available as Jim leans over to check out the straps. ]

-Or a fort, I guess. It'd be easier if we had more blankets.