[Had he ever had control in the first place? Rude doubted that. Reno wasn't someone to be controlled. At best all he could ever hope to do was direct the chaos or allow it to follow his lead. But Reno would always so what Reno wanted to do. And now was no different.
The only way Rude could put a stop to this is if he actually did just throw his partner off of his lap. Telling him to stop might get a brief conversation in which Reno could do the thing anyway. But getting angry enough to throw him off? That would work.
Except Rude didn't get angry easily. And not often at Reno. He wasn't angry now... just wary.]
What're you doing...
[He was having to hold onto Reno to make sure the foolish redhead didn't actually fall. He was wound around him like a snake. And this was ridiculous. Especially the server who just accepted what was happening without a second thought and brought the drink to him.
Rude supposed there was a small measure of curiosity that was stopping him from doing anything... Which he'd kick himself for later.
Especially after the drink arrived and that shudder he'd been holding back shook through him. Cold. Cold liquid and fingers and then a warm, wet tongue. Dammit, Reno!
This time he did grab him. He grabbed the back of Reno's jacket, like gabbing a horny tom cat by the scruff, and pulled him off of his shoulder.
Rude would deny to his dying breath that he looked anything but composed. Would deny the warmth of his cheeks or that his breath was short. He hadn't pushed Reno off of his lap. Yet. But he held him back.]
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The only way Rude could put a stop to this is if he actually did just throw his partner off of his lap. Telling him to stop might get a brief conversation in which Reno could do the thing anyway. But getting angry enough to throw him off? That would work.
Except Rude didn't get angry easily. And not often at Reno. He wasn't angry now... just wary.]
What're you doing...
[He was having to hold onto Reno to make sure the foolish redhead didn't actually fall. He was wound around him like a snake. And this was ridiculous. Especially the server who just accepted what was happening without a second thought and brought the drink to him.
Rude supposed there was a small measure of curiosity that was stopping him from doing anything... Which he'd kick himself for later.
Especially after the drink arrived and that shudder he'd been holding back shook through him. Cold. Cold liquid and fingers and then a warm, wet tongue. Dammit, Reno!
This time he did grab him. He grabbed the back of Reno's jacket, like gabbing a horny tom cat by the scruff, and pulled him off of his shoulder.
Rude would deny to his dying breath that he looked anything but composed. Would deny the warmth of his cheeks or that his breath was short. He hadn't pushed Reno off of his lap. Yet. But he held him back.]
... What games are you playing, Reno?