Maurice hitched his arm up, halfway pulling the one nearest Hanna out from under his head with a soft laugh. He'd never get tired of all the dumb little stuff Hanna pulled to get a laugh out of him.
"Yeah?" The vampire smirked. He was too relaxed to even be suspicious or even worried, which was something when you're Maurice Hutch. "Be careful, I hear that thinkin' business can be awful dangerous."
If you look closely, Hanna's ears were starting to get red. He used his free hand to pull his glasses off, blinking a moment in adjustment and setting them somewhere next to his pillow. He'd have to see if he could get a side table or something for cheap at work. His discount could work towards something useful even if it sucked.
"W-well, it can be kinda fun too. If you think about the right stuff. If you get what I mean." fingers tip toeing up that hemline. There is no eyebrow wiggle, he doesn't have it in him. Instead there is this really awkward laugh. It kind of squeaks at the end.
Maurice opened an eye and rolled it to find Hanna. Okay, he was being a liiiiittle weird now. Maybe he was nervous about living in a stranger's house. He could see why. And Hanna, you poor creature, he's just going to blink (or wink rather) at you and wait for you to explain yourself.
That blush was spreading all the way down to his neck. He sits up a little on his elbows, trying not to think about the scar and topmost staple that can be seen with just the tank top on. "Well we've been cooped up in a truck for a while. Kind of hard to have some alone time."
He blinks at Maurice. Blinks again. Don't make him spell it out for you. Please. He's not sure his complexion could handle it. He might burn up like the fucking sun.
Oh, wow, Hanna was...turning into a radish. Maurice actually grew a little concerned because while they'd both shared plenty of blushes (in one color or another) he had never seen him like this. He opened his other eye and leaned up on one beefy arm, turning to face Hanna.
"Well we've got this whole house now if you want some space." He fretted momentarily. "I know I take up a lot of it..."
...Okay, what the fuck. Maurice reached out with a claw and jabbed him pointedly in the side.
"Dude, what's your deal?" They'd been sitting on top of each other for a month and suddenly Hanna was going to turn into a clam the second they get a little breathing room?
Hanna jumps, rolling over and giving a frustrated look right back. That hurt, man. Claws, jesus.
"God, this would be so much easier if I were stoned." He rolls over, so he's not looking at Maurice, it's easier when he can't see the guy's face, and he practically whispers to the wall, "Y-you wanna do stuff?"
While Maurice took care to remember his stength, he always forgot just how many sharp points he had. He cringed a little at the jump but went right back to being frustrated when Hanna rolled away and started grumbling. He reached out for him, FULLY PREPARED to roll his scrawny ass back over so he would face him.
And then he said it.
At first, Maurice wasn't sure he'd heard it right and his hand hovered over Hanna's arm. Then he ran it through his head again and recoiled like he'd been burned. Oh no. OH NO. He'd been dreading this but he had been so sure that he'd be the one to break the bad news first.
"Uh--!" Maurice's voice caught in his throat as a couple of different emotions crashed over him. Wow. Wow. It had taken him a few months to accept that somebody Loved him with a capitol L. Somebody could see through his lacking intelligence and his appearance and his being a m-- dead person. But now, NOW somebody wanted to do stuff. With him. "Wh-- uh--"
It was his turn to turn a different color. He sat up, blanket over his knees and fumbled with a hole in his shirt.
"Wh-well...I mean." And it was his turn to let out that dumb laugh he'd done back whenever Hanna had gotten him all flustered. "AaahahaHAha uh! Uhm. Well, shit sure, but I..." His gaze dropped along with his shoulders. "I'm sorta broken...comes with th' territory."
Hanna didn't want to turn around. His face was red as a fucking tomato. There was no changing it. He had uttered words and he couldn't take them back, regardless of the fact that he really didn't want to but, man. Initiating this was harder than, well. Harder than figuring out how to hide morning wood in a truck cab with a sleeping partner who takes up more than half the space.
He winced at the stuttering, waiting for a no. He'd been waiting for it. So sure that the holding hands and all that other stuff, yanno. That was all a person could handle with a dude like him. He wasn't the most attractive ginger on the block. He had set that standard when Maurice had asked him out, as much as the other man had denied it.
But, when the words came out, actual words, he turned, finally, blinking, color draining from his face. The blush was gone. Oh shit. Open the flood gates.
"I feel like the biggest dick. I'm sorry! God, here I am all nervous and shit and you're probably like dreading the moment I- fuck y-you're not broken, you're just fine, I...god." He runs his hands down his face, groaning again, "I think I read too many vampire romance novels, I just assumed. A-and you know what that does. Like, biggest ass. That is me."
"It's--it's okay! You didn't now! I shoulda--" He flailed his hands a little in Hanna's direction before recoiling again, feeling exposed even though he was more or less dressed. He couldn't stop himself from hugging his arms to his chest. "I shoulda let you know when we first got t'gether. I just wish I could do more for ya." He hunched over.
Oops. Welp, if this was the sexiest conversation they ever had, heaven help their poor little souls.
"H-hey, naw you're fine. Like. damn fine." Hanna sits up himself, feeling the same need to hug himself, but now he'll just be scooting over, putting his hands on Maurice's arms and attempting to pull them down. "I can do me whenever and I'm fine. It was just, yanno." He glances anywhere but at Maurice for a moment, "Awkward. In the truck. So I thought- B-but it's totally fine!"
He scoots just a little more, knee's touching, "I could go for a hug and a cuddle though. Yours are the best, promise. Don't need anything else."
Maurice jerked at the contact, not expecting it. He shot Hanna a mournful look, one that suggested that Hanna was right, he had been dreading it. And that he was ashamed of himself. And it sucked to talk about. He hadn't had any Him Time in...gosh, he couldn't remember. After a while he just stopped trying. He'd shoved that down in the hole with 'being in love'.
"I know but... I wanna be able to do that. With you." He stole a glance at him, at his hand on his arm before directing his eyes back to his knees. "It's...it's kinda funny in a way because I don't know the first thing about doin' stuff with, uh, a guy. I mean I THOUGHT about it a few times anyway." He started to make a few vague gestures, eyes wandering back to Hanna again with that same newness they had when they'd held hands for the first time. These sorts of looks were allowed now.. "But I didn't wanna look dumb by askin'."
"Well. That'd be nice but I think, yanno. Options are a little limited, and to be completely honest, you nicked me with your teeth kissing me, so." he kind of gives Maurice this grin that is like, trying to lighten the mood as much as possible, "And you have got to get some nail clippers or I'm not sure how well that'd work out either."
He shifts, just a little, moving Maurice's arms and places himself matter of factly in the dead man's lap, leaning against him and placing his head on his shoulder. "So did I but do I look like I get it on with every dude on the block?" He tilts his head, kisses Maurice's chin, feeling the guilt start to melt away. Maurice seemed better now at least, "Aside from this one girl I kissed in pre-school, you're all the action I've ever gotten so we can call it even and the internet can be our best friend."
"Maybe you should just grow a thicker skin." Maurice turned his head and pouted when Hanna plopped himself into his lap. He couldn't hold it for long when he kissed him though, his grumpy frown wobbling into a reluctant grin. "You're like a--dorky GRAPE."
Said the guy who was still fucking purple.
He was still embarrassed, still sort of ashamed. But Hanna didn't give up on him, throw off the covers, and storm out in disappointment. Maurice let out a huff, still flustered, but happy for it to be angled in a different direction. "I guess so...you can finally show me how the hell to use it."
Suddenly wanting to save face, Maurice tucked his chin and looked down at Hanna, peeling back his lips in a broad, jagged grin. He was trying very hard to look like a dangerous, sexy panther ok. And then he struck, holding Hanna out and bringing his mouth against his neck. But instead of biting, he made this hideous, ridiculous snorting sound reminiscent of some slathering beast against his skin--teeth safely tucked behind his lips.
"How am I like a grape, dude?" He lets his arms wrap around Maurice's shoulders, "It's cool, I can do that. If I could teach you how to enjoy books, then I could teach you how to use the internet."
He waits, unsure of what that look is really the beginning of, and when he leans in, Hanna's thinking he's not going to bite, but kiss and instead it's a raspberry and he squeals, loud enough that it's definitely heard throughout. "Oh my god, you ass. Why am I here? Why?" He laughs, pushing against Maurice to get his face away from his neck before he goes in for a tickle attack. "En guard!"
Maurice wraps his arms around Hanna, turning his head and growing more 'vicious' with his stupid loud snarling noises. But when the ginger's hands hit his sides he lets out a squawk and releases him in attempts to cover his weak spots.
He snatched up the pillow and shoved it against Hanna's face. "I'm trying to be sexy, dammit! You are supposed to be wooed by my raw animal power!"
Meranda, who was in her room down the hallway, just hunched closer to her computer and turned her music up.
Hanna laughs, grabbing the pillow and smacking Maurice in the face with it. "I think you and I wouldn't know sexy if it bit us in the ass, dude." And he's sure he's true. They were the biggest dorks and there is no fronting there. They both knew it. It was an eternal fact.
He lunges, tickling the vampire's side more, though the moment he gets Maurice on his back, he stops and grins down at the other man, "Okay, okay. Truce? No raspberries, no tickling?"
Maurice's yelps of protest turned into an all-out holler as Hanna's horrible little fingers kept going up and down his side. This resulted in a lot of flailing that made him look like a malfunctioning chuck-e-cheese animatronic because if he allowed himself to actually swat Hanna his head might fly off.
"I thought so." Hanna says smugly, sitting on Maurice's stomach and looking proud of himself. He knew how to subdue his big nerd boyfriend.
"Hey," He says softly, expression softening as they both calm, "Love you, by the way. And thanks for the sandwich today, it was delicious and you're the best." Putting both hands on Maurice's shoulders to steady himself, he leans down, kissing his nose. "Just the way you are."
It was pitiful how light Hanna was. Maurice had to laugh at the nose kiss, probably bouncing Hanna in the process. If he wasn't already purple, the sincere compliment would have turned him all over again. It was going to take some serious effort to train his brain out of thinking that he was broken...but if he'd trained it out of thinking he could never have anybody, anything was possible!
Even fooling around with his little redhead if some of his parts were out of commission.
Something glints at the neck of Hanna's shirt and he's distracted by it for a moment before his eyes are pulled right back up to that dumb smile.
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"Yeah?" The vampire smirked. He was too relaxed to even be suspicious or even worried, which was something when you're Maurice Hutch. "Be careful, I hear that thinkin' business can be awful dangerous."
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"W-well, it can be kinda fun too. If you think about the right stuff. If you get what I mean." fingers tip toeing up that hemline. There is no eyebrow wiggle, he doesn't have it in him. Instead there is this really awkward laugh. It kind of squeaks at the end.
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That blush was spreading all the way down to his neck. He sits up a little on his elbows, trying not to think about the scar and topmost staple that can be seen with just the tank top on. "Well we've been cooped up in a truck for a while. Kind of hard to have some alone time."
He blinks at Maurice. Blinks again. Don't make him spell it out for you. Please. He's not sure his complexion could handle it. He might burn up like the fucking sun.
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"Well we've got this whole house now if you want some space." He fretted momentarily. "I know I take up a lot of it..."
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He kind of just lays there a minute, whimpering and then something muffled is said. It kind of sounds like "uh suhshush frushushush, huh muh"
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"Dude, what's your deal?" They'd been sitting on top of each other for a month and suddenly Hanna was going to turn into a clam the second they get a little breathing room?
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"God, this would be so much easier if I were stoned." He rolls over, so he's not looking at Maurice, it's easier when he can't see the guy's face, and he practically whispers to the wall, "Y-you wanna do stuff?"
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And then he said it.
At first, Maurice wasn't sure he'd heard it right and his hand hovered over Hanna's arm. Then he ran it through his head again and recoiled like he'd been burned. Oh no. OH NO. He'd been dreading this but he had been so sure that he'd be the one to break the bad news first.
"Uh--!" Maurice's voice caught in his throat as a couple of different emotions crashed over him. Wow. Wow. It had taken him a few months to accept that somebody Loved him with a capitol L. Somebody could see through his lacking intelligence and his appearance and his being a m-- dead person. But now, NOW somebody wanted to do stuff. With him. "Wh-- uh--"
It was his turn to turn a different color. He sat up, blanket over his knees and fumbled with a hole in his shirt.
"Wh-well...I mean." And it was his turn to let out that dumb laugh he'd done back whenever Hanna had gotten him all flustered. "AaahahaHAha uh! Uhm. Well, shit sure, but I..." His gaze dropped along with his shoulders. "I'm sorta broken...comes with th' territory."
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He winced at the stuttering, waiting for a no. He'd been waiting for it. So sure that the holding hands and all that other stuff, yanno. That was all a person could handle with a dude like him. He wasn't the most attractive ginger on the block. He had set that standard when Maurice had asked him out, as much as the other man had denied it.
But, when the words came out, actual words, he turned, finally, blinking, color draining from his face. The blush was gone. Oh shit. Open the flood gates.
"I feel like the biggest dick. I'm sorry! God, here I am all nervous and shit and you're probably like dreading the moment I- fuck y-you're not broken, you're just fine, I...god." He runs his hands down his face, groaning again, "I think I read too many vampire romance novels, I just assumed. A-and you know what that does. Like, biggest ass. That is me."
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"H-hey, naw you're fine. Like. damn fine." Hanna sits up himself, feeling the same need to hug himself, but now he'll just be scooting over, putting his hands on Maurice's arms and attempting to pull them down. "I can do me whenever and I'm fine. It was just, yanno." He glances anywhere but at Maurice for a moment, "Awkward. In the truck. So I thought- B-but it's totally fine!"
He scoots just a little more, knee's touching, "I could go for a hug and a cuddle though. Yours are the best, promise. Don't need anything else."
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"I know but... I wanna be able to do that. With you." He stole a glance at him, at his hand on his arm before directing his eyes back to his knees. "It's...it's kinda funny in a way because I don't know the first thing about doin' stuff with, uh, a guy. I mean I THOUGHT about it a few times anyway." He started to make a few vague gestures, eyes wandering back to Hanna again with that same newness they had when they'd held hands for the first time. These sorts of looks were allowed now.. "But I didn't wanna look dumb by askin'."
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He shifts, just a little, moving Maurice's arms and places himself matter of factly in the dead man's lap, leaning against him and placing his head on his shoulder. "So did I but do I look like I get it on with every dude on the block?" He tilts his head, kisses Maurice's chin, feeling the guilt start to melt away. Maurice seemed better now at least, "Aside from this one girl I kissed in pre-school, you're all the action I've ever gotten so we can call it even and the internet can be our best friend."
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Said the guy who was still fucking purple.
He was still embarrassed, still sort of ashamed. But Hanna didn't give up on him, throw off the covers, and storm out in disappointment. Maurice let out a huff, still flustered, but happy for it to be angled in a different direction. "I guess so...you can finally show me how the hell to use it."
Suddenly wanting to save face, Maurice tucked his chin and looked down at Hanna, peeling back his lips in a broad, jagged grin. He was trying very hard to look like a dangerous, sexy panther ok. And then he struck, holding Hanna out and bringing his mouth against his neck. But instead of biting, he made this hideous, ridiculous snorting sound reminiscent of some slathering beast against his skin--teeth safely tucked behind his lips.
It was not sexy at all.
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He waits, unsure of what that look is really the beginning of, and when he leans in, Hanna's thinking he's not going to bite, but kiss and instead it's a raspberry and he squeals, loud enough that it's definitely heard throughout. "Oh my god, you ass. Why am I here? Why?" He laughs, pushing against Maurice to get his face away from his neck before he goes in for a tickle attack. "En guard!"
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He snatched up the pillow and shoved it against Hanna's face. "I'm trying to be sexy, dammit! You are supposed to be wooed by my raw animal power!"
Meranda, who was in her room down the hallway, just hunched closer to her computer and turned her music up.
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He lunges, tickling the vampire's side more, though the moment he gets Maurice on his back, he stops and grins down at the other man, "Okay, okay. Truce? No raspberries, no tickling?"
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"TRUCE! TRUCE!"
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"Hey," He says softly, expression softening as they both calm, "Love you, by the way. And thanks for the sandwich today, it was delicious and you're the best." Putting both hands on Maurice's shoulders to steady himself, he leans down, kissing his nose. "Just the way you are."
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Even fooling around with his little redhead if some of his parts were out of commission.
Something glints at the neck of Hanna's shirt and he's distracted by it for a moment before his eyes are pulled right back up to that dumb smile.
"No, you're the best."