I hate feeling pent up. Let's fix that.

[guide_beregond]

So very bored. This seems to be the one drawback to my improved condition since the transfer. Everyone else is suddenly so boring!

Even Russell. So much potential for a good time with that one. But he's hardly worth the trouble lately. He acts as if I'm terrible just for wanting to have a good time with him. How stupid and irritating.

But I -want- a good time. And this rather tacky looking establishment just ahead seems to be drawing the kinds of patrons that won't question my motives, but will just give me what I want. Yes. This should relieve more than just my boredom.

Beregond pushes open the doors to a seedy bar and drops into a seat, then looks around the room with a slight smirk on his face.

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[guide-beregond.livejournal.com]

"Ha. I'm sure Smith would roll his superior eyes at us, and point out the lack of logic that abounds in the act of you putting your mouth on my cock."

Beregond's eyes narrowed as an image formed in his mind of Russell on his knees, Smith staring at them, that frown of his growing more and more intense by the moment, his eyebrows arching...

"Is this a dare, Russell? Yes. Let's go show Smith all the fun he's missing."

[almost-russell.livejournal.com]

Pulls Beregond back for another kiss, realising that once he has back whatever is missing, he probably won't get to do this again. Then he's moving, pulling Beregond along with him, in the direction of Smith's workspace.

"Come on, man! Can't wait to see his face!"

[guide-beregond.livejournal.com]

Laughing, Beregond lets himself be pulled along. "I'm coming!" Beregond begins to wonder if Russell's gone through a transfer/improvement too, he's a lot more fun than he used to be.

In truth, Beregond's a little put off by Russell's willingness. Beregond was denied the chase, the indignant anger, the nervous flustering Russell showed so well back at the diner the other day. Well, the night was young, and Beregond was certain he could push Russell past his comfort zones soon enough. The thought of this gave Beregond that nice chill across his shoulders he craved. Yes, this could be a promising evening after all.

[almost-russell.livejournal.com]

It's not long before they arrive at the door to Smith's place. Russell hopes he remembered to put a chair in there, cause he dosen't think he could possibly keep Beregond entertained enough to stick around for the whole night!

He waits at the door for Beregond to catch up with him.

"Come on, man, we can sneak in. He has me down as "Useless in Combat", so the door's always open!"