[tri OOM] Yamato and Quentin

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato's room is as neat as ever, apart from all the maps and notepads on his desk, where he's been working out repair plans and routes.

The video games he mentioned are also readily apparent: There are three on the kitchen work surface, the boxes still in their outer plastic packaging: What looks like a brightly coloured kart racing game, Rodrigo's Super Kart Racing; an equally brightly coloured fighting game, Deadly Iron Brawl X; and what seems to be a fairly serious looking flight simulator game, entitled Jet Flight Simulator 2006.

"I haven't actually played any of them yet," Yamato notes.

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[heatherandsteel]

"It looks like a good collection. Anyone that you want to try first?" Quentin looks over the options as well as the maps and plans.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"The simulator is single-player, so it's going to have to be the racing game or the fighting game," Yamato says. "But I don't know which is better, or even if either of them are any good."

[heatherandsteel]

"I've never heard of either of them. Let's start with the racing game."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Sounds good," Yamato says.

He'll get to setting up the racing game in a moment, but for now he moves in a little, backing Quentin up against the work surface and catching his mouth in a rather urgent, rather forceful kiss.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin returns the kiss and gets his hands in Yamato's hair with a happy sound.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato returns that happy noise, sliding one hand into Quentin's hair while the other slips down, eventually sliding up under the hem of his shirt, tracing over his stomach and up towards his chest.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin shifts towards that touch with a little groan, tightening his grip in Yamato's hair.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato lets out a slight chuckle at that noise, pushing his hand higher, splaying his fingers over Quentin's chest as he eases forward a little more, bumping his hips up against Quentin's.

[heatherandsteel]

Now Quentin groans and moves his other hand down to find Yamato's butt and give it a squeeze and pull him closer.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato gives a short groan at that as well, pressing in closer and fitting himself against Quentin. He breaks the kiss after a few more seconds, resting his forehead against Quentin's.

"Y'know, if you keep making noises like that, I'm not going to want to stop and actually play the game," he laughs.

[heatherandsteel]

"We could play the game another time." He gives Yamato's butt another squeeze.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to Quentin's jaw. "I guess that's true. It'll still be here later."

He cards his hand through Quentin's hair, drifting his fingers down his neck, then up again.

[heatherandsteel]

"It will and we should enjoy our time between everything else." Quentin sighs happily at the touch.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Are you just saying that because you think you can wear me out enough to make me rest?" Yamato teases.

[heatherandsteel]

"No, I don't think even I can do that but I'm willing to try."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Admirable," Yamato says solemnly, dipping his head to press kisses to Quentin's neck, both hands moving to the hem of his t-shirt to try tugging it off.

[heatherandsteel]

"I try to be," He sighs at the kisses and has to move his hand from Yamato to take off his shirt so tries to get Yamato's off at the same time.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

As soon as Quentin's shirt is off, Yamato's happy to move his shoulders and arms to help Quentin remove his in turn. Luckily, tank tops are far from the most difficult pieces of clothing to remove.

With that done, he fits himself against Quentin again, pressing kisses to his ear, his jaw, and down his neck.

[heatherandsteel]

When Yamato's shirt is off, Quentin takes a moment to his hands over Yamato to see all his injuries and then caress him.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Most of his injuries are healed, but there are a few cuts across his side, and one long one over his chest, both healing well. While there's a possibility that any of them could scar, it doesn't look likely that they will.

"You're fussing," Yamato notes, amused.

[heatherandsteel]

"I'm your boyfriend, I'm allowed to fuss."

He traces the long scar on Yamato's chest.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato seems completely stymied by that for a few seconds, before he flushes bright red. Because sure, sure, it's true, but he's pretty sure neither of them have ever actually said the b-word before, at least not to each other.

(In fact, he knows he hasn't, because every time he tries he gets caught up in stammering.)

There's a few moments where he seems to be trying to say something, but all that's coming out is incoherent, stammering noises.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin didn't plan on saying it but its true, in this place and as long as they get, they're dating. He kisses Yamato because he's cute when he doesn't know what to say.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

The kiss is something of a relief, since it means Yamato doesn't have to say anything. He makes a low, happy noise into it, taking one of Quentin's hands and moving backwards, trying to ease both of them towards the bed without breaking the kiss. It's perhaps a little difficult when he can't look where he's going.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin is enjoying the kiss and trying to figure out where Yamato's going. He has a guess but the kiss is really good so he keeps closing his eyes.