OOM - upstairs with Sinric

[i_am_your_host]

During Emcee's recovery in his room, he became a recluse. He couldn't find the motivation to go downstairs (too tired, too lazy, too sad, too unsure of himself), so he would ask George to see if any of his friends were around. To talk, and perhaps to let the talking lead to other things. Jay, Sinric...even Eric.

At least, he thought, he might be ready to take up his other old habits.

(He wasn't certain if he could feel Eric's presence. It might have just been wishful thinking. Or not.)

As it happens, Sinric is in the bar when George goes on this particular errand. He floats up to the long-haired blond and chirps out the sounds Emm See! at him, and moves backward toward the stairs as a gesture to follow.

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[thewidewideworld]

"There's is a wealth of music there. And he won't disturb us." Sinric smiles, carefully checking each of the carvings in turn to be sure before soaking a cloth in oil to polish the phallus. "I can't see any harm in it."

[i_am_your_host]

"No, neither can I," he says, sighing a little as he stretches out on the furs and settles back against the cushions, watching Sinric clean and polish the phallus.

"I know he's neither a child nor a pet that needs looking after, but after being in his company for a while now, I can't help thinking, does he get enough rest? Is he happy? Is he hungry? ...I-- uh, don't think he actually eats, but still! It's a concern."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs softly. "A sign of the fondness between you." There's a ritual grace to his motions.

He finishes and packs everything away before joining Emcee on the bad.

[i_am_your_host]

When Sinric joins him, he pulls the furs over them both and wraps his arms around him as he had wished. And which Emcee gladly does so.

"I would ask the same questions of you," he says, holding him close and kissing his temple. "And everyone else I care for."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric cuddles into Emcee's arms, slight and lean and warm. "There are many here to be fond of. Many here worthy of that affection. We're both very luck in that."

[i_am_your_host]

"That is very true."

And, also luckily, many who feel the same fondness for them.

Emcee still thinks it a wonder that so much effort was put into saving his life.

He sighs, yawns, and closes his eyes.

"I know you like the mornings, darling," he then murmurs, his voice heavy and drowsy but still with tint of wryness. "Forgive me if I sleep right through sunrise."

[thewidewideworld]

"Sleep deeply, my dear friend. I will rise at dawn but I'll return to bed not long after. if you don't mind me returning to your embrace."

[i_am_your_host]

"I would wake up just to hold you again," he assures him, and then adds with a smile in his voice, "before falling asleep until noon."

He yawns again, and tucks his head against Sinric's, breathing in the scent of his hair.

"Sleep well, darling..."

Eventually Emcee drifts off into a deep and dreamless slumber, aided not by copious amounts of alcohol, but by a genuine sense of comfort and security. He hasn't felt this in a long time.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric watches over him for a while, stroking his back softly as they both drift off.

Just before dawn, he slips out from under the furs to watch the dawn from the balcony of his room. There's a brief burst of could air as he slips out through the glass doors.

He comes back in once the sun is up, his skin chilled and flushed. He checks on George, finding the little drone making small sleepy sounds, still nestled between the cups of the headphones.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee barely stirs when Sinric slips away. His only movement is to roll over into the warm spot that he leaves behind. Consciousness does tug at him, though, as he vaguely begins to miss the soft body that had been beside him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shakes the last of the snow from his hair and sits on the edge of the bed. He won't climb in till he's warm, not wanting to chill Emcee.

He lays on top of the furs, singing softly under his breath, watching Emcee sleep.

[i_am_your_host]

The sound of singing weaves its way into his sleep, creating half-dreams and not-thoughts.

It's all very lovely. He might even be smiling a little, the peacefulness returning the look of an ageless pixie to his face.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sings peace and contentment as he slides in beside Emcee, his feet no-longer icy. He wraps his arm around Emcee, settling back to nap a while.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee breathes out a purring hum, as he feels Sinric rejoin him under the covers. His slightly cool skin doesn't bother him, but it does make him curl up around him to share more of his own body heat. Even Sinric's hair smells like a winter morning.

As the winter sun climbs higher, hunger begins to pull Emcee out of his sleep. More and more he can feel Sinric's limbs laid against his own, can hear his warm, soft breath.

In due time, he stirs and manages to stretch without disentangling himself from Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles softly and runs a hand down Emcee's chest. "Like having a cat in my arm." He mutters, eyes still closed.

[i_am_your_host]

At that, Emcee utters a drowsy chuckle that tapers off into another low, throaty purr. His just-woke-up voice is rough and deep and rather masculine.

"I do like being petted," he murmurs.

[thewidewideworld]

That voice is rather inspiringly warming and Sinric strokes down to the hollow of Emcee's belly and back up to his chest.

[i_am_your_host]

Well, that feels nice. He makes it known with a growly little noise of approval.

"I think I'm a much better conversationalist than a cat, though."

Perhaps especially with this voice. With the guttural accent, the smoke-and-gin, gravel-on-velvet warmth in Sinric's ear, the touch of stubble on his skin.

[thewidewideworld]

"That you are." Sinric sighs warmly, his eyes still closed. "Your voice has it's own magic to warm me to the core."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is quiet for a moment as his eyelids flutter open, his lashes brushing against Sinric's skin.

"Does it really?"

[thewidewideworld]

"It does indeed." Sinric smiles, turning to look at Emcee, his eyes opening slowly. "Your voice brings me a feeling of joy, of belonging, of safety and warmth and love." He glitters a smile. "And of desire."

[i_am_your_host]

And hearing this, in turn, especially from Sinric, warms Emcee to his own core.

"I would be remiss if I didn't inspire at least a twinge of desire," he murmurs, wryly self-deprecating.

He touches Sinric's cheek, and gives him a light kiss on the lips.

"It means so very much to me to know. Thank you."

[thewidewideworld]

"You are as a brother to me, Emcee." Sinric whispers, returning the light kiss.

[i_am_your_host]

"As you are to me," he whispers in reply, a warm smile on his lips.

Emcee has never really thought of anyone as a brother before, mostly because he doesn't know what having a brother feels like. But with Sinric...this is probably the closest connection he's ever had that was more than even the closest of lovers.

He sighs contentedly, leaning his forehead against Sinric's for a moment.

"Well, then, brother, what do you say to some breakfast? Because I am fucking starving."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nuzzles Emcee's cheek, kissing him softly.

The comment makes him laughs and he hugs Emcee tight. "Breakfast sounds wonderful. Shall we go down or have some food brought up?"