myownface | An Airbnb in Baltimore, Tuesday Afternoon

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An Airbnb in Baltimore, Tuesday Afternoon

Sparkle had given the island's weirdness one night! One.

One was enough. The message that he'd left for Atton in the wake of that night was dubiously coherent and had been left without a single breath taken between words, and Sparkle could not get off the island fast enough after being caught out after the airhorns sounded, thank you very, very much. Sparkle had put up with years of Fandom horror, but very little could prepare a guy for the things he'd seen, stabbed, and screamed at while trying to make his way to somewhere that didn't involve...

... those.

It was a frazzled, tipsy Sparkle, wielding a tupperware container with a fish in it in one hand and half a bottle of Fireball in the other, who made his way up to the Airbnb that Hernando had booked and who knocked on the door. With his face.

There might have been sobbing involved? Or it could've just been frazzled ranting in between bouts of quiet screeching. It was hard to tell.

Sparkles were not made for Silent Hills.

[OOC: For the one, or for texts and/or phonecalls! NFB for distance!]

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"We'll go back," Sparkle agreed, nodding a little. He ate his last piece of toast, and then sighed and leaned against Hernando, smiling faintly. "In the meantime, know what's great?"

"Tell me what's great, baby," Hernando asked, cuddling him in against his side and kissing his head.

Sparkle nuzzled in close and gave a soft laugh, something approaching a giggle. Whether it was desperate or genuine or a mix of both helped along by the alcohol was anyone's best guess, his own included.

"It's all fucked up out there? Like, everything? Fucking everything. But I still have this."

He nuzzled in that little bit more.

He had people.

He had people.

Hernando's hand stroked slowly through his hair, pushing it off Sparkle's forehead because that was a kiss landing zone and it needed to be clear for a moment. "You have people," he agreed quietly, "And we have you. That makes us very lucky."

"Hmm," Sparkle hummed, "maybe. Maybe not as lucky as me, though."

He'd spent a lot of time in his life convinced up and down that 'people' was something for other folks, after all. The ones who deserved it.

"Definitely," Hernando replied, nuzzling him. "I definitely feel lucky to have you in my life as one of my people, baby. I'm glad you are here with me."

Kissing his forehead again with a little smile, he asked teasingly, "Are you stoned yet?"

"Nuh," Sparkle said, totally denying it. "But I am cozy."

... He was getting there.

"You are very snuggly," Hernando nuzzled, "but this is normal so I can't tell if it's a change when you are stoned. He adjusted Sparkle against his chest, careful of his arms, and looped a leg over to keep him there. "You know what?" he asked.

"Hmm, what?"

Sparkle had never really been stoned around someone he could snuggle before. This would be a learning experience!

Hernando tipped his chin up to collect a kiss. "I adore you. A lot. I adore this, snuggling with you when you're sleepy and relaxing." He smiled a little and left another stolen kiss, "It's one of the few times you are still and not fidgeting all over the place. Though I like that, too. Your energy, your passion for things, the way you can throw yourself at twelve different things all at once. But not right now. Right now, you are staying right here with me and being cuddled."

"Hmmm," Sparkle purred, and then giggled a little again, pressing his face in close, grinning as the world started to get that tiny bit lighter, as the high started to seep in around the edges. "Guess I'm going nowhere, then. I can live with that."

Hernando looked into the beautiful green eyes and smiled, watching the slow but steady dilation. Yup. Sparkle was getting stoned. "You aren't going anywhere, no. I am keeping you. Mean, horrible ogre boyfriend, trapping you in bed and forcing you to relax and rest. How ever do you stand it, baby?"

"Doesn't hurt that my mean ogre boyfriend makes relaxing and resting pretty nice," Sparkle declared. "He should do that some more, he's good at it."

"Oh? You need to relax more, do you?" Hernando teased in reply. He tugged Sparkle forward, trying to guide him into laying more atop him. Wanting to get both his hands under the robe, onto Sparkle's back and massage him into a Sparkle's shaped cuddle puddle.

Sparkle was perfectly happy to drape himself overtop Hernando, humming a little as those hands made their way into the robe. Closing his eyes a little, going half-lidded like the cat he often claimed to be. Watching Hernando very intently the whole time.

Leaning in to kiss him, not demanding or possessive, just... lazy, comfortable, relaxed, appreciative. Little bit drunk. Little bit high.

Hernando's hands moved the same way, a languid and slow massage. From the base of the skull and working his way down Sparkle's back. Lips parting, receptive to the kissing and giving back the same. He was stone cold sober - except emotionally where he was also a little bit high. An entirely agreeable, soft noise into the kiss. A 'yes, this' sort of noise. Sensual, not sexual, and he was absolutely here for it.

His gaze stayed on Sparkle's just as intently and he smiled. Softly murmuring, "Your eyes are so fucking beautiful. I love watching you look at me. I love feeling seen by you."

In.. so many ways.

So very many ways.

"And I very much love seeing you," Sparkle replied. "Watching you. Just..."

You. Loved you.

"I could look at you forever."

"You can do that," Hernando nodded, letting the tip of his nose trace the bridge of Sparkle's, "I'll be here and so will you." Let his hands play over skin, smoothing slowly over it. Tilting his head and kissing again, another slow and forever sort of kiss.

Relaxing as Sparkle relaxed, comfortable and comforted by the weight atop him with everything he needed laying drowzily in his arms.

Yes.

This.

"You'll be here and so will I," Sparkle murmured, and then broke into another laugh, a soft, pleased one, lips still a little pursed in the wake of that kiss, nose bumping against Hernando's, letting himself slide away into a nice happy safe place. The high from the capsule would take a while to peak yet, but in the meantime he had kissing, and cuddling, had a beautiful man underneath him and a head muzzy with drink, and... "I'll be here and so will you. We're here. Keepin' you."

"Are you making up rhymes now?" Hernando teased him with a smile, snuggling him. Stroking his hands over the skin - petting the sleepy, high little panther. He flicked the end of Sparkle's nose with his and then kissed it.

He was all but jello himself, kind of in a warm, safe cocoon. Sparkle's weight atop him, solid and real and there, and letting the trauma fade as best it could for now. His boyfriend was a little bit drunk, a little bit high, maybe a little bit shocky but practicing excellent self care by letting himself be cared for. "Think you could handle the blanket instead of the robe?" he murmured.

"Blanket does sound good," Sparkle admitted after a pause, mostly a moment taken just to go back over what he had said and pick it apart for rhyme. And once he had found it, sort of, he was giggling again, just a little, bumping his nose lightly against Hernando's. "Sounds better for like... cuddling."

There was a pause, and then he added, "Arms?"

He didn't even want to look at them. They weren't gushing blood or anything, but they were bad enough that he had been certain they would scar. They were clean, but some part of his head still wasn't far enough gone to keep from fretting a little.

"Mmhm," Hernando agreed, booping his nose right back and smiling at the giggling. He nodded slowly at the question and began undoing the robe and moving it down off Sparkle. He could feel the seepage and kissed Sparkle to distract him when he guided the robe down off his arms.

Something that, in another circumstance, he would've done teasingly - but not tonight, it was just careful to not hurt him. Which reminded him.

"Baby?" Hernando murmured, "I was proud of you tonight. When I asked if you needed sex and you thought about what you needed and said no. I wasn't asking because I wanted sex. I don't, not tonight. If you'd needed me, well.." He smiled and kissed him lightly, "Different story, change of plans, but I don't need it and tonight, I just want to cuddle you and be with you and help you rest. I'm very glad you were able to think about it and tell me. Thank you for trusting me, baby."

Because that took trust. For Sparkle to say 'no' - he'd apologized but he hadn't cringed and he had actually spoken his needs out loud - that took an awful lot of trust and Hernando knew that.

"You relax on the bed. I'll go get the goop for your arms and I will deal with them. You lie there and be a content little panther kitten for now, okay?"

And with that and one final small kiss, he was going to crawl off the bed and go get the goop. The medicated wound goop, and the non-stick gauze pads from the medical kit.

"I can be a content panther," Sparkle promised, watching Hernando go - drunk or stoned or otherwise, he was always going to enjoy that view. And while Hernando went to go and get the disinfectant stuff, Sparkle would lay there and... consider. Mull that over.

Being thanked for saying no.

Not for saying no.

For trusting that he could. It brought another silly little smile to his face, brought those dimples out full-force. Made him fall for him that little bit more.

"I mean... I trust you," Sparkle shared. "You, Hernando Fuentes, are a very trustworthy man."

This was said with all the solemnity that Sparkle could possibly muster. Which, admittedly, was not much, at present. But there was some.

And there was an extra little strut in that walk, yes, because he knew Sparkle would be watching. He threw a smile and a wink over his shoulder. "I'd like to think I'm trustworthy. I'm glad you think so, baby. That means a lot to me."

Kind of everything.

It didn't take long to get the supplies and return. Squeezing out the goop and beginning to gently and carefully dab it on the gouges. They were ugly but so far didn't look like they were racing blood infection in any direction. They'd have to keep an eye out for infection but that was pretty normal, all things considered. Sparkle's tetanus was up to date; Hernando knew that because he'd asked him after New York and the glass everywhere.

He smiled at Sparkle, solemn attempt or not those dimples were still playing hide and seek. "Hey. You. I think you're pretty." Because he did. So there.

"Yeah, well," Sparkle countered, clearly all wit at that moment, "I know you're pretty."

Ha, so there!

"... An' I adore you lots. Adore. Je t'adore."

And with that phrase he broke into another fit of giggles, though this time because he knew they both knew exactly what it was he was saying, there. Exactly.

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