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Stephen Bell has taken over much of the Cooper living room, and is buried in blueprints and choice pieces of salvage metal which are starting to take the shape of complicated switchboards and ridiculously powerful engines. Tremble in your robot boots, Jetstorm, because Vader II is rising Frankenstein's monster-like from the wreckage.

Gabriel Gray is outside again, reading again, under a tree again. Got to make the most of the weather now it's warming up for spring.

Intuition is ~~necking in the tall grass~~ continuing in her quest to explore the farm and its various residents.

Hibym a Jona is, shockingly, in the kitchen; today she is exploring the possibilities offered by that delicacy known as Welsh Rarebit In Huge Quantities.

Bayami is floating about in the stratosphere, waiting for the weather to change.

And a strange and unusual and really quite hungry-looking plant has found its way down to the kraken pond, where it sits in its pot and ponders the water. If it was (a) sentient and (b) on a strict diet of human bits (both of which suggestions are of course ridiculous), one might almost think that it's looking for a kindred spirit. Alas, it has not discovered ham.

The mun asks only that you mention who you're tagging. Have at!

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Now that's a distraction of which Steve can approve!

The narration is assuming that stealthful sneak-attacks require huggling to be directed from behind, but that doesn't mean Steve can't snug Gabriel's arms. And highly snuggable arms they are, too. Oh yes.

His grin is directed not around, but up, so that the bespectacled face above him appears to be suffering from a case of upside-downness. 'Up' is a direction in which Steve often finds himself looking, with Gabriels. It's practically habit, by now.

"Hey, you."

"Hey, you, too," he says. Somewhat foolishly. Steve tends to make him foolish. It's a thing.

"Jet blueprints?"

Looks like! Has he mentioned you're awesome, Steve? Because you are.

Hey, he's only returning the favour!

"Resurrecting Vader," Steve explains, in a tone of voice which could be also legitimately be used for a proposal of marriage or the opening of a particularly pleasing birthday present.

"You are completely brilliant, you know that?"

Genius is so a turn-on. Witness the nuzzling. There is nuzzling. 'Cos Steve is a genius. Yep.

...to be brutally honest, he's less of a genius when there is nuzzling going on, because the brain is suddenly second on the blood-flow priority list. Not that this makes him object to said nuzzling, oh no. The rolling of the head is a clue to this.

"I try," he says happily.

"Mm," says Gabriel, because at the moment his speech apparatus is a little busy nibbling on Stephen's ear. It is a good ear. Gabriel approves of it.

Aah, he always goes for the ear. Does he have an intuitive understanding of the workings of the human body? Did he make a lucky guess one time that he was observant enough to repeat? The world may never know. It's really the result that matters here, ne?

"I'm -- m -- mm -- never going to finish this if you do that." Oddly, it does not sound in any way as if he is complaining.

Gabriel laughs softly and disengages for a moment to move around the couch so he can sit beside his boyfriend properly.

His boyfriend. Rly. :D!

Wrapping an arm around Steve's shoulders and kissing him lightly on the temple: "Somehow I don't think you'd mind."

"You have me there," he admits readily, edging right up close.

And he didn't even need an Intuition to work it out! Gabriel wins!

\o/

"Of course I do," says Gabriel, v. v. smugly.

Observe, in fact, how he has Steve!

In the way where he's back to that nuzzling thing again, with extra nibbles.

Ah. He walked into that one, didn't he.

Wriggle wriggle lean-in glee.

Damn right he did. Is he complaining? No? Excellent.

♥

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Steve, for the record, is no longer holding his pencil. The narration is sorry to say that your hair is not getting out of this one intact, Gabriel.

Hey that's his hair dammit-- okay, okay, all things considered, he's not going to raise a fuss.

Mmm, delicious Steve-parts. ~~NOT LIKE THAT, PERVY AUDIENCE.~~

~~STEVE THINKS DANGIT.~~

...um, here is one guy who is busy fighting a hard and lively battle not to actively climb on top of you, Gabe, mainly because of the vague recollection that it would be somehow inappropriate to do this in the middle of a crowded farmhouse. (Now, in a bedroom, this would be an entirely different matter.) The metaphor is particularly apt, because battles are known for their noise levels.

Muahahaha.

--no, what evil laughter? There is no evil laughter here! None!

There is, however, quiet smirking.

And Steve getting scooped up (Gabriel finds his ability to lift things has been vastly improved by the sheer amount of pig parts he carts to Spots' pond) and carried bodily out of the room. Plans? What plans? Oh, those plans all over the floor? They can come back for them. Later. Yes.

Very much later, perhaps.

Gabriel, the narration hopes you weren't counting on making it to the bedroom before makeouts, because that isn't happening.

(Possibly Steve has temporarily forgotten the whole subtle and secret thing.)

(Secrecy: they fail at it.)

Well, if Steve can initiate makeouts while he's being carried, Gabe sees no reason not to reciprocate.

Yum, Steve-kisses. Best ever! :D

(Plenty of time to get paranoid about who might have seen them later on!)

Now, just so long as Gabe can get them to their room in the earth bunker without bumping into anything or falling in the kraken pond, these makeouts will be perfect!

Oh, he avoids the kraken pond. There's just something vaguely wrong about letting Spots see Daddy and Daddy with their tongues down each other's throats.

He has a bit of a perilous moment at the bunker door, but then they're down and in and headed to their room (yes, they share one now-- really, there was no point in keeping two, it's not like they ever sleep apart these days) and Gabriel has rediscovered that spot between Steve's shoulderblades where if you rub it just so, the fluffy little redhead makes the most adorable noises.

He'd probably want to join in or something, and that would just be a world of wrong.

Steve obligingly makes said noises, and does a remarkable impression of said bacubaby for someone with only four limbs. For the record, he's enjoying himself immensely.

So is Gabriel.

And furthermore, he knows Steve is enjoying himself immensely. Besides the more obvious signs and signals-- well, Gabe knows that he's pushing the right buttons, as it were. The human body is a very intricate system, and Steve's in particular is one with which he has become very, very familiar. It's a little like working on the Sylar watch, in fact.

Only more fun.

And messier.

But if you think Gabriel is any less precise or attentive in this context, you are dead wrong.

...dude, if he treats the Sylar watch like this? That thing must be the envy of every timepiece in the universes.

Though one doubts that it manages to engage in what is medically known as 'rubbing', at least on any regular basis.

There is indeed rubbing going on. In many kinds and varieties! And no. No, Gabe doesn't treat the Sylar watch quite like this.

Or like that.

Nor that, either.

And this? Yeah, this would be a little hard to do with a watch, all things considered.

In which case, Steve is infinitely grateful to evolution for giving him the various parts to be treated like that. And that. And especially that.

Eeeheeheeyay.

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