driftfleet | first one to make that doctor who joke loses

_{[ He really was, but he just looks smug like he pulls them out all the time. Except sometimes he gets gems like that one and he savors the victory and the compliment from his friend. And truth be told he was glad Remy had approached him too. He liked having a friend like Remy, someone to relax around, that he could flirt with and tease and find physicality in.

There is a moment's confusion as he takes the piece of cloth, not sure what it is, but once he begins to unfold it he laughs. ]}

Sure this isn't just so you can destroy another without feeling guilty?

_{[ But he's setting it aside and working out of his current shirt, the mud cracking and flaking off him as he does so, reaching to pull on the new one. ]}

Hey, it ain't fair me goin' 'round destroyin' stuff I ain't prepared to replace, that just leave me as the bad guy in this all. [Remy raised a brow as he took the moment to just appreciate that sight, unabashed in his gaze upon Jim's form, yet as he had started to pull on the new shirt, Remy held up a hand.] Hold on, ain't goin' to need that in the shower now, are ya?

_{[ He paused, the shirt halfway up his arms, but not over his head. He considered Remy for a moment, trying to keep a straight, skeptical face, but he failed miserably. He broke and laughed, sliding the shirt back off and folding it up, holding it back out to Remy. ]}

Keep that safe then - til after I've showered. My pockets are full of mud.

_{[ Just enjoy him sitting there shirtless now, Remy, smeared with bits of mud. Drink it in. ]}

[Taking the shirt back Remy shot him a smirk and a sarcastic salute.] Yes captain. [Unable to help himself, before he nodded his head towards the bathrooms.] Go on, before all our jokin' 'bout ya gettin' stiff comes true, least thanks to the mud. I ain't goin' no where.

_{[ Kirk laughed and moved to the bathroom, managing to work himself out of his trousers with only minor cracking sounds, then boots and socks. He had no problem being naked in front of Remy, and who could say if he gave a little shimmy as he stepped into the shower, a last enticement to his friend as he worked on getting the last of the mud out of his hair and skin.

Hopefully Remy wouldn't be to bored while he waited, but Kirk tried to move quickly but be thorough at the same time. Eventually he stepped out, naked and damp. ]}

Oh, my god, I have never felt so grateful to be clean before!

[Yes, it was appreciated, and Remy didn't hide his gaze as he watched Jim strip down and head off. While he waited he took the chance to make the most of the bathroom, washing off any remaining sweat from his face and wiping down the inside of the mask, knowing he would have to put it back on later. He was also tempted to go poking around Kirk's stuff to find anything to help with that massage he promised, but resisted that until he got out of the shower.

Again Remy didn't hide the path his vision took as Jim stepped back out, but also grabbed a towel and threw it over at him.] While a shame to cover the view, goin' to guess ya crew would be no happier ya walkin' 'round naked than mine would if I did.

_{[ He caught the towel, but the motion didn't hide the way Remy looked at him, and he could not help but smirk. It was nice to know that he still had a fit enough body to make a man (or woman) look at him twice. Just to continue teasing him, he rubbed the towel through his hair rather than wrap it around himself, leaving Remy something nice to look at for just a bit longer. ]}

You mean you don't go streaking through your ship?

_{[ He wrapped the towel around his hips though, motioning for Remy to follow as he made for his room. ]}

Considerin' got a teen girl on m' ship, I don't think that be a smart idea. [How funny that in the reverse situation Remy would had done the same, drying off his hair before covering himself up. Their humor was so in sync at times that that became funny in itself.]

Feelin' better?

Ah, yeah, probably not. Not sure what inter-planetary laws are on flashing, but I can't imagine it will go over well with your crew.

_{[ Het let out a content sigh, opening the door to his small room and leading Remy inside. With the door safely closed he tossed off the towel, giving Remy another eyeful as he went to pull out underwear, pants, and a shirt. ]}

Much better. Clean is the best feeling I've ever known.

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'nd can only 'ssume we get the whole pixel blur thing happenin' for our captive audience, or late night special recaps. [Making sure he could lean a shoulder against a wall without knocking over anything, Remy raised a brow as Kirk started pulling out clothing as he joked around about their situation.]

Ya know, while not 'mpossible, massage can be a little easier without clothin' in the way. [Or had he forgotten Remy had made that offer?]

_{[ He sniggered at the thought of having to be pixel blurred, and it only encouraged him to stay naked awhile longer. He blinked when the other mentioned the massage and he laughed softly in the back of his throat. He had quite nearly forgotten about that, or at least that Remy might have been serious.

He put the clothes on a small chair and went to his bed, laying down and hugging the pillow to his chest, back and bare ass presented to Remy. ]}

Ready whenever you are.

[Brows raised as Kirk just flopped down on his bed and said that, Remy was struggling not to burst out laughing at it all, barely able to contain it in a grin as he pushed away from the wall. Taking off his coat and draping it over that same chair before moving to take a seat on the bed, Remy let his weight rest on the bed before placing a hand either side of Kirk's head and leaning in to whisper into his ear.] Well, when ya put it like that, how could I really resist?

_{[ He could have laughed and Kirk would have laughed with him. He liked Remy's laugh, just as much as he liked watching Remy move around his room and come to sit on his bed. He tilted his head towards the sound of his voice, lips pulled into a seductive little grin. ]}

You can't ~ That's kind of the point.

_{[ He turned just a little more more, enough to nip at the other playfully. ]}

[Grinning at Kirk and that nip, Remy eventually let out that laugh as a more subdued chuckle as he moved back before he just ignored the whole idea of the massage completely and focused on something else. Pulling his normal gloves off he shoved them onto the back pocket of his jeans before shifting his weight and moving a leg to actually straddle either side of Kirk's upper thighs, support most of his weight on his own legs. Remy put on a more joking tone before resting his palms against Jim's middle back, poking a single finger against one of his shoulders.] Now does it hurt here? Or here? [Picking another spot on the other man's back to poke.]

_{[ The straddling is unexpected, but not unwelcome, and he smiles to
himself. He waited for Remy to press his weight down on him, enjoying that
particular sensation, but instead he feels his hand and his finger poking
at him. He cocked his head, shifting. ]}

Both places. Are we playing doctor now, instead of masseuse?

Maybe next time. [He replied before sliding his hands up to the back of Jim's shoulders, tentatively feeling around at first for the right set of muscles underneath and any tension he could pick up in them before starting to apply pressure and moving the heels of his palms in steady circles to start loosening up those muscles. Remy hadn't actually lied, he did know how to do a proper massage, with a possible semi embarrassing story behind why he know how to do it if Kirk so happened to ask. Using a mix of pressures, movement, and his naturally warmer touch that came with his mutation, he worked on finding and getting rid of any knots he might find.]

_{[ Remy drew low moans from him, sighing as his muscles relaxed beneath
his attention. It had been a long time since he'd gotten a massage or
pampering of any sort, and he had to admit this was quite delightful. He
had thought he was an easy going sort, but clearly he had been fooling
himself as his muscles turned to loose noodles and he felt sure he was
melting into the sheets. ]}

Hmmm, where did you learn to do this?

Ahhh, that. [Ok, he should had expected that to come up.] Well, that goes back to a much younger Remy who may had overheard one too many times his sister-in-law 'nd other femmes that be 'round where I live talkin' 'bout their favorite romance books 'nd the like. 'nd may had gotten 'nto his head that 'hey, filles like this kinda thing, would be real 'mpressive if I knew how to do this'.

[Now days he at least was able to laugh it off.] Didn' of course at the time think it might be a bit creepy that I learnt it just for that reason, 'nd over all don't get to use it much for that reason either. But it has come in handy to help with 'njuries 'nd the like with m' line of work 'nd those I work with. Or a space captain who got his ass kicked 'nto mud, in this case.

_{[ He tries to devote as much attention as he can to Remy's story,
though it's a bit difficult when his muscles are melting beneath the
other's touch. He laughed though as the words made their way in, imagining
a younger Remy pouring through the cheesy romance novels to try and learn a
little something. ]}

So you learned this technique from a romance novel, did you? I didn't realize they could be such good learning guides - or that a teenage boy would have the attention capacity for them.

Oh-! Oh, right there, Remy...

_{[ He groaned, arching his shoulders and pushing into the pressure of
his fingers. ]}

[Yup, focusing on that spot then, making sure to give it a good amount of attention to ease the tension there.] Ah, started with it, oui, but wait, gets worse. I actually took a class for it. [A shake of his head as he smiled, it seeming so stupid now days to think back on putting so much effort into this all.]

'nd I might had skipped to some of the good parts in those books when I found them. Though gave me practice later on, [Remy paused for a moment, make it long enough so Kirk had to take the wrong meaning from it.] Had an ex-teammate who actually wrote that kinda thing 'nd who use to always want a hand with editin' them.

_{[ Fuck, but Remy was brilliant at this. He was practically butter
beneath his fingers, though his chest rose and fell sharply as he exhaled a
laugh or two, trying to imagine a teenage Remy taking massage lessons - all
to impress the ladies. When the pause came, and yes he did take the wrong
meaning, he shifted beneath Remy's hands so that he was on his back now,
looking up at him. Lazily he looped his arms around his shoulders. ]}

'Editing' huh? Sure you weren't giving them inspiration instead?

[Feeling Kirk move beneath him, Remy lifted his weight enough so to aid in that change in position, gaze staying steadily down on him as he shifted his hands to rest against Kirk's upper arms, his thumbs lightly but constantly moving against his skin in a stroking maner.]

Not in the manner ya thinkin', mon ami, outside of bad French which he refused to pronounce correctly 'nd would irritate me for hours by doin' so.

_{[ He laughed warmly at the complaint, his own fingers stroking up and
down along the nape of his neck and across his shoulders. He leaned up to
brush his lips across Remy's, a loving tease. ]}

Aimez-vous mon français?

_{[ ooc: Do you like my french? ]}

J'aime ton baiser, ça compte? [A grin down at Kirk, it caused by the brief kiss, the use of French, and Remy's own bad joke. It was always so nice to find someone else spoke the language, that he wasn't just throwing around words into the air without anyone really catching them.]

[ooc: I like your kiss, does that count? (provided google translate is correct)]

_{[ He didn't quite understand all of the words, but he knew kiss, and like, so he took it to mean the other liked his kiss, at least. That it sounded like a question helped. Yay for listening skills and context clues! ]}

Assez bon pour moi.

_{[ He pulled Remy down for a proper kiss, moaning softly against his lips and brushing his fingers along the rougher patches of his jaw. ]}

_{[ ooc: "Good enough for me" ]}

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