[He picks up the video call, of course, with a sunny smile. Garrett is delivering presents, but the hallways of the hotel are all so similar that he's hoping Steve won't realize that Garrett is right outside his door.]
Spirit wasn't lying about the magic. I'm fine.
[Though not without a souvenir, right above his eyebrow.]
[Even if he didn't recognize the hallway, Steve could hear the man. The echo of his voice, and as the man came closer, his heartbeat. He got up and moved to the door, opening it with an amused smirk as he gazed down the hall, waving his device at Garrett.]
Why are we talking on this if you're right down the hall?
[Steve's eyes moved over the man, brows lifting at the sack of . . . presents? What the . . . Was Garrett playing Santa?]
I see. I suppose I'm not too surprised to rank so low on your list considering.
[He took the box reflexively, surprised, but smiled. Steve held up and hand and stepped back into the suite, coming out with a box for Garrett too. He held it out with a grin, eyes flicking to the faint scar in the man's brow.
[Garrett followed Steve into the suite and took the box gladly, smiling brightly at the other man.]
I wouldn't say you rank low. The other people I've seen already were visits I knew wouldn't last very long. [It's just practical.] Nobody's unimportant today.
[A bit of a squishy sentiment, couched in the kind of smirk meant to make it sound like sarcasm.]
Open it.
[Truth be told, he honestly kind of liked the scar. Scars were badass and, when done right, downright sexy. He tried to sort of manage what kind of scars stuck, vain as he was, and the eyebrow scar was one he purposely let form. No magical healing.]
[He played back with the man, but his eyes were soft, and kept darting back to that scar. Damn. It was tiny and insignificant, in theory, but he'd done that. He had caused that pain and disfigurement. It made him feel so damn guilty . . .
Steve ducked his head but did as asked, slowly tearing the paper but keeping it mostly intact. Steve didn't get so many gifts he didn't fully appreciate every single one. When the box was finally open he stared in surprise and looked up with a grin.]
This is fantastic! Are you sure this is for me? Really?
[Garrett isn't grinning, but he is lit up with the warmth he always gets from moments like this. There really aren't enough excuses to give people gifts, in his opinion.]
Well, I'm pretty sure you're the only Steve Rogers here. And if you weren't, you're the only one I've had a drink with.
[He tilts his head, eyes bright and thrumming with energy.]
It's even a special kind of whiskey that can get metas drunk. You could be just like us.
Well, as far as I know I haven't run into myself lately.
[Although the idea of doing so bothered him less than it once would have. In fact, it might be damned useful if he could meet a future version of himself! Maybe he could figure out why everyone had such a hard time dealing with him!
That tilt of the head threw the little scar into sharp relief as the lights hit the man's face differently and Steve couldn't help himself. The joy drained away and he reached out, brushing a feathery fingertip over the little notch. His smile was watery when he spoke again, something welling up in him he really didn't understand.]
[Unexpected as the gesture is, it doesn't strike him as especially surprising. Steve is a good man, and doesn't like the idea of leaving damage behind.]
I let it scar. No magical healing for this. I think it looks kind of sexy.
[Since Garrett didn't seem to mind the touch, Steve continued to stroke the little nick. It didn't make him feel better exactly, but it seemed to soothe something. Sort of. Steve just couldn't seem to stop.]
Well, it does look sexy, but you promised you heal. That's the only reason I risked causing you a real injury. I didn't want to hurt you since it wasn't you.
[ well, if Steve was going to touch him like that,, broad hand warm on his cheek and stroking his skin lightly, then Garrett really didn't mind. Speaking of sexy. ]
If you think this is bad, you've obviously never seen me naked.
[ Which seems obvious, since they've never had sex, but Garrett's tone implies that there'd been a decent chance of it. It matches the spirit's assertion of Garrett as a huge slut, and his self-admitted work at the club. (Truth be told, the spirit did some shit while he was possessed that he doesn't like to think about.) ]
[That little unless they can give informed consent sticks to Garrett's mind like a limpet, like a fine mist fogging his vision of the astonishingly attractive man before him. He isn't sure when this turned weirdly sensual, but he's decidedly into it- and the way that Steve, despite being six inches shorter, is somehow managing to take up even more space than his already large frame.]
Plenty. [Fuck, Steve wants to see his clothes off? Mouth suddenly dry, Garrett leans on the counter behind him, a little lost in the way it brings him down in height and lets Steve loom larger.] I have a lot of scars. Want to see them?
[He really shouldn't be thinking about sex, but sometimes it was just hard not to. Especially when someone looked at him like that. Someone who'd been injured at his hands. Didn't he owe it to Garrett to give the man anything he wanted?
It still irked him Garrett was taller, and when the man finally fell back a little it was a relief. If someone was going to tower over him, Steve wanted that person to be dominating him. He also wanted to be sure he could trust what would happen in that kind of situation, which wasn't what he currently had on his hands. He smiled slowly, fingers still stroking that scar.]
Why Garrett, that sounds like a proposition. I thought you had more gifts to deliver?
[Being huge has its benefits, but sometimes it's so much better to look up at someone. Like how, with how he kept his gaze on Steve, so very incredibly aware of every tiny movement of Steve's fingers.]
You're right, I should go- there are plenty of people I have to give presents to.
[There was, for the record, only one actual gift left in his bag. Despite his talk about multiple people getting presents.]
Must you? Because my day is seriously open. Hours and hours of free time. And we do have this bottle of nice liquor now. I bet we could work up a real sweat to make it useful . . .
[He wasn't demanding, just offering. Teasing a little. And still stroking that nick. It bothered the fuck out of him he'd hurt someone enough to cause a scar, even if Garrett said he liked it. He'd really, honestly thought Garrett would heal! And as sexy as it was, it still bothered the shit out of him.
Steve leaned in slowly, giving the an plenty of time to pull away, despite the way he had Garrett almost pinned in place.]
[Oh that was nice! Steve closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss. One hand still stroked that scar as his other rested on a hip, fingers digging into the muscle there. He made a quiet sound of happiness, tilting his head and pushing in closer, wanting more.]
[Garrett answered with a soft hum and wound an arm around Steve's neck, bringing him in closer. He couldn't say why, but the way Steve kept stroking his scar really stirred something in him, a shivering hunger that built with every repetition of that possessive little gesture. Fuck, they only just started kissing and Garrett was already imagining all the other ways Steve might use those hands to claim him.
Steve was too far away. Garrett hooked a finger into Steve's belt loop and yanked him closer, until their hips were flush together. As his lips parted to invite Steve in, Garrett's arm tightened around Steve's neck and his hand curled into the fabric of the other man's shirt.]
[Well. It wasn't much of a question whether Garrett was enjoying himself or not. Being yanked closer was both thrilling and exciting, especially when Garrett's height came back in, making Steve crane his head back and up as the man got into it. Shit. Shit. That was hot . . .
He groaned and slid his hand from Garrett's hip to his ass, stroking and then squeezing the firm flesh. Steve's other hand continued to pet that little nick, needing that odd contact with a desperation he couldn't explain. It just . . . he needed it. He wanted it. He wanted Garrett.]
[Once Steve was closer, Garrett leaned back again, inviting the man to press forward and look down at him again, trying to recapture the thrill of someone looming over him. A low groan slipped out at the other man's touch, that simple thing igniting a hunger he desperately needed to satisfy.
While kissing him furiously, while grinding their hips together for friction that made him gasp, Garrett nudged Steve's hand a little, trying to encourage Steve to move it back into his long hair. His fangs were already starting to come out (more than the two little ones that he seemed to have all the time), catching lightly on Steve's lips, and he- fuck, he just wanted. He wanted Steve, he wanted to see more of that incredible strength he'd only seen glimpses of.]
[When Garrett fell back again Steve pressed in and pushed up on his toes, making him a bit taller with the man hunched down a little. It was nice. He didn't try to loom over people, although he knew he often did, but at the moment he did want to be taller. He wanted Garrett to all but cower under him. Not with fear, but with submission. A lot.
Steve growled when the man tried to nudge his hand. He didn't want to stop touching that nick, but at the same time, he really liked the way those teeth kept catching on his lips. Were they getting longer? Sharper? That would be . . . really good. Drawing a little blood was hardly a problem for Steve. Reluctantly he moved his hand, pushing it into Garrett's hair, and tightened his fingers in the thick mass. A handle was nice . . . He growled again and moaned softly, kissing deeper.]
[It was all so good: the looming, the intensity with which Steve pushed against him, the growl that sent a thrill all the way down to his toes. Fuck, Garrett wanted it again, he wanted to hear that growl in his ear while being held down, he wanted all that strength used to hold him down.
When Steve obliged him by gripping his hair, the simple feeling left Garrett's head spinning, almost dizzied from the growl, that soft, sexy moan, how fiercely Steve was kissing him. In spite of Steve's firm grip in his hair, Garrett couldn't resist the urge to try and move closer, answering Steve's moan with a soft sound of his own.]
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Date: 2020-12-25 08:18 pm (UTC)video
Date: 2020-12-26 03:39 am (UTC)[That's a very amused smile there on his face. As long as Garrett was ok, so was Steve. And hopefully Garrett found and liked his present.]
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Date: 2020-12-28 07:41 am (UTC)[He picks up the video call, of course, with a sunny smile. Garrett is delivering presents, but the hallways of the hotel are all so similar that he's hoping Steve won't realize that Garrett is right outside his door.]
Spirit wasn't lying about the magic. I'm fine.
[Though not without a souvenir, right above his eyebrow.]
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Date: 2020-12-29 10:03 am (UTC)Why are we talking on this if you're right down the hall?
[Steve's eyes moved over the man, brows lifting at the sack of . . . presents? What the . . . Was Garrett playing Santa?]
Garrett, what are you doing?
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Date: 2021-01-03 04:57 am (UTC)Delivering presents. I've made quite a few rounds already before getting to you, so the bag is nearly empty.
[Speaking of, the present he produced was a smallish but heavy box that he held out to Steve.]
Merry Christmas.
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Date: 2021-01-03 05:52 am (UTC)[He took the box reflexively, surprised, but smiled. Steve held up and hand and stepped back into the suite, coming out with a box for Garrett too. He held it out with a grin, eyes flicking to the faint scar in the man's brow.
Steve's happiness dimmed just a little.]
Merry Christmas to you too.
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Date: 2021-01-03 05:57 am (UTC)I wouldn't say you rank low. The other people I've seen already were visits I knew wouldn't last very long. [It's just practical.] Nobody's unimportant today.
[A bit of a squishy sentiment, couched in the kind of smirk meant to make it sound like sarcasm.]
Open it.
[Truth be told, he honestly kind of liked the scar. Scars were badass and, when done right, downright sexy. He tried to sort of manage what kind of scars stuck, vain as he was, and the eyebrow scar was one he purposely let form. No magical healing.]
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Date: 2021-01-04 03:33 am (UTC)[He played back with the man, but his eyes were soft, and kept darting back to that scar. Damn. It was tiny and insignificant, in theory, but he'd done that. He had caused that pain and disfigurement. It made him feel so damn guilty . . .
Steve ducked his head but did as asked, slowly tearing the paper but keeping it mostly intact. Steve didn't get so many gifts he didn't fully appreciate every single one. When the box was finally open he stared in surprise and looked up with a grin.]
This is fantastic! Are you sure this is for me? Really?
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Date: 2021-01-19 04:00 am (UTC)Well, I'm pretty sure you're the only Steve Rogers here. And if you weren't, you're the only one I've had a drink with.
[He tilts his head, eyes bright and thrumming with energy.]
It's even a special kind of whiskey that can get metas drunk. You could be just like us.
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Date: 2021-01-24 06:23 am (UTC)[Although the idea of doing so bothered him less than it once would have. In fact, it might be damned useful if he could meet a future version of himself! Maybe he could figure out why everyone had such a hard time dealing with him!
That tilt of the head threw the little scar into sharp relief as the lights hit the man's face differently and Steve couldn't help himself. The joy drained away and he reached out, brushing a feathery fingertip over the little notch. His smile was watery when he spoke again, something welling up in him he really didn't understand.]
I thought you said you wouldn't scar.
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Date: 2021-02-06 04:48 am (UTC)I let it scar. No magical healing for this. I think it looks kind of sexy.
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Date: 2021-02-07 09:17 am (UTC)Well, it does look sexy, but you promised you heal. That's the only reason I risked causing you a real injury. I didn't want to hurt you since it wasn't you.
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Date: 2021-02-08 09:43 am (UTC)If you think this is bad, you've obviously never seen me naked.
[ Which seems obvious, since they've never had sex, but Garrett's tone implies that there'd been a decent chance of it. It matches the spirit's assertion of Garrett as a huge slut, and his self-admitted work at the club. (Truth be told, the spirit did some shit while he was possessed that he doesn't like to think about.) ]
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Date: 2021-02-11 03:52 am (UTC)[Which . . . said a lot about a lot. He kept stroking that nick, unable to look away or stop. It just . . . It made him feel a little less guilty?]
What else have I missed with all those clothes on?
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Date: 2021-02-11 04:08 am (UTC)Plenty. [Fuck, Steve wants to see his clothes off? Mouth suddenly dry, Garrett leans on the counter behind him, a little lost in the way it brings him down in height and lets Steve loom larger.] I have a lot of scars. Want to see them?
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Date: 2021-02-12 11:06 pm (UTC)It still irked him Garrett was taller, and when the man finally fell back a little it was a relief. If someone was going to tower over him, Steve wanted that person to be dominating him. He also wanted to be sure he could trust what would happen in that kind of situation, which wasn't what he currently had on his hands. He smiled slowly, fingers still stroking that scar.]
Why Garrett, that sounds like a proposition. I thought you had more gifts to deliver?
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Date: 2021-02-27 01:52 am (UTC)You're right, I should go- there are plenty of people I have to give presents to.
[There was, for the record, only one actual gift left in his bag. Despite his talk about multiple people getting presents.]
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Date: 2021-02-27 06:40 am (UTC)[He wasn't demanding, just offering. Teasing a little. And still stroking that nick. It bothered the fuck out of him he'd hurt someone enough to cause a scar, even if Garrett said he liked it. He'd really, honestly thought Garrett would heal! And as sexy as it was, it still bothered the shit out of him.
Steve leaned in slowly, giving the an plenty of time to pull away, despite the way he had Garrett almost pinned in place.]
Do you really have to go so soon?
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Date: 2021-03-16 07:34 am (UTC)Steve was too far away. Garrett hooked a finger into Steve's belt loop and yanked him closer, until their hips were flush together. As his lips parted to invite Steve in, Garrett's arm tightened around Steve's neck and his hand curled into the fabric of the other man's shirt.]
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Date: 2021-03-19 02:27 am (UTC)He groaned and slid his hand from Garrett's hip to his ass, stroking and then squeezing the firm flesh. Steve's other hand continued to pet that little nick, needing that odd contact with a desperation he couldn't explain. It just . . . he needed it. He wanted it. He wanted Garrett.]
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Date: 2021-04-05 03:06 am (UTC)While kissing him furiously, while grinding their hips together for friction that made him gasp, Garrett nudged Steve's hand a little, trying to encourage Steve to move it back into his long hair. His fangs were already starting to come out (more than the two little ones that he seemed to have all the time), catching lightly on Steve's lips, and he- fuck, he just wanted. He wanted Steve, he wanted to see more of that incredible strength he'd only seen glimpses of.]
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Date: 2021-04-10 02:19 am (UTC)Steve growled when the man tried to nudge his hand. He didn't want to stop touching that nick, but at the same time, he really liked the way those teeth kept catching on his lips. Were they getting longer? Sharper? That would be . . . really good. Drawing a little blood was hardly a problem for Steve. Reluctantly he moved his hand, pushing it into Garrett's hair, and tightened his fingers in the thick mass. A handle was nice . . . He growled again and moaned softly, kissing deeper.]
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Date: 2021-04-10 05:02 am (UTC)When Steve obliged him by gripping his hair, the simple feeling left Garrett's head spinning, almost dizzied from the growl, that soft, sexy moan, how fiercely Steve was kissing him. In spite of Steve's firm grip in his hair, Garrett couldn't resist the urge to try and move closer, answering Steve's moan with a soft sound of his own.]
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