AU: Bun
[When he gets in he discovers Harrison sitting on his desk, phone resting besides him. The man looks uncomfortable, and unhappy, for multiple reasons. He’s less than two months away from what has been more or less been referred to as ‘D-Day’, and his slender figure only makes the situation with his stomach seem all the more pronounced. He’s frowning now, looking down at a report in his hands but when he hears Wayne enter his head instantly snaps up, green eyes flashing.] Oh, you made it! [The tone isn’t condescending, thankfully, despite his attitude previously while on the phone. He sets the folder down, and eases himself off of the desk and walks up to him, grinning brightly.] There’s my big hero, smelling of smoke and fire and sweat.
[Leaning down he gives Harrison a very thorough hello kiss.] Told you I’d be home as soon as possible. [He starts taking his sooty costume off, not wanting to get the stuff on Harrison. Ugh, why does he wear pale material again? This thing is probably ruined. Not that he can’t easily afford a new one, but it’s still a waste.] So, what had you frowning when I arrived? Another difficult deal?
Another difficult deal, but really aren’t they all difficult? [Harrison groans as he sets his hands to the small of his back, shutting his eyes as he narrows his eyebrows down.] These people expect me to fly out to Vegas and do a meeting with them tomorrow morning because of course I have to be there and a conference call isn’t enough and oh does it matter I’m in the state I am? Of course not. Business is business.
Source: dark-blue-mondays
Another Step
“Goggles sound like a good idea.” Harrison mumbled, “Or I can just hide my face in your chest the entire time, that sounds like a good idea!” he does pause, whilst in Wayne’s room, to look around at the walls then out the nearest window, leaning on the sill. “Hmm. I haven’t been to Italy in a long time… but I wonder, how long is it going to take us to get there?”
Well, that depends entirely upon you. [Riffling through his closet, he finally finds the coat he’s looking for, then opens a locked drawer on his desk and snags the necessary passport.] If you can handle a really high speed without wanting to throw up, we can be there in less than half an hour.
“Well my jet is especially fast thanks to my expertise, but I must admit I’ve never traveled too fast. I guess this can be a first time experience.” Harrison strokes a this beard in thought before shrugging. “If I can’t we’ll slow down to a more manageable speed.”
Source: justiceisanoncorrosivemetal
AU: Bun
Well I rather get through this then take an alternative… [sighs, pulls away after a moment and gets to his feet.] I’m suddenly starving. Hungry? Yes? Great. I’m going to go get something. [With that he walks through to the kitchen.]
True. [Cocking an eyebrow at the abrupt switch, Wayne follows his stressed boyfriend into the kitchen. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Harrison, but right about now he doesn’t want to let the man out fo his sight. It’s a combination of fear for the man and just his own insecurities right now. Not doubt, he’d have his own spaz out over this, but at the moment, he needs to push it down and support Harrison.]
* * *
[A couple months later finds him on the phone while he’s supposed to be on duty.] No, I’m not going to drop everything to come back and have sex with you… It’s not- … I don’t think you’re fat. I’m trying to save people in a fire. … Honey, this is life and death. I don’t prefer them over you. [After dropping another person off to the waiting ambulances, Metro Man pinches the bridge of his nose.] Okay, okay. Okay, okay. As soon as I finish here I promise I will come straight home and you can have your way with me. Sound fair?
[True to his word, as soon as the fire’s out and he’s done saving everyone he can, Wayne flies directly back to the apartment. He steps in through the balcony door, wanting nothing more than a shower and to keep Harrison happy. And most likely things would occur in that order if his boyfriend’s senses are still in overdrive.]
[When he gets in he discovers Harrison sitting on his desk, phone resting besides him. The man looks uncomfortable, and unhappy, for multiple reasons. He’s less than two months away from what has been more or less been referred to as ‘D-Day’, and his slender figure only makes the situation with his stomach seem all the more pronounced. He’s frowning now, looking down at a report in his hands but when he hears Wayne enter his head instantly snaps up, green eyes flashing.] Oh, you made it! [The tone isn’t condescending, thankfully, despite his attitude previously while on the phone. He sets the folder down, and eases himself off of the desk and walks up to him, grinning brightly.] There’s my big hero, smelling of smoke and fire and sweat.
Source: dark-blue-mondays
Another Step
“Well I would carry you if I could,” Harrison said as he’s lifted into the others arms. “But seeing how you more or less tower over me, there’s no way I could carry you even if my life depended on it.” he settled against him quite comfortably, resting one hand in his lap while the other gripped his glasses, not wanting to lose them. He squinted, since the wind up here was always a little fast for his liking.
What, you’re saying you can’t lift over twice your body weight? How odd. [Smiling down at Harrison as they fly. The man really is just too cute.] Maybe we should get you some googles if we’re going to do this fairly often. [Quickly enough, they land on his bedroom balcony and he sets the blue man down, while he goes to retrieve his passport and a thick coat. Without his invulnerability, longer flights really chill him in spite of his higher than human temperature.]
“Goggles sound like a good idea.” Harrison mumbled, “Or I can just hide my face in your chet the entire time, that sounds like a good idea!” he does pause, whilst in Wayne’s room, to look around at the walls then out the nearest window, leaning on the sill. “Hmm. I haven’t been to Italy in a long time… but I wonder, how long is it going to take us to get there?”
Source: justiceisanoncorrosivemetal
AU: Bun
Depends if it’s gifted with super brains or super strength. [He smiles weakly before leaning against him, shutting his eyes with a tired exhale] …I’m still reeling from this. There’s no other way to explain it.
Or some balance between the two. [Wrapping his arms around Harrison, he rests his cheek against the blue man’s head.] Me too. But we’ll get through this. One way or another.
Well I rather get through this then take an alternative… [sighs, pulls away after a moment and gets to his feet.] I’m suddenly starving. Hungry? Yes? Great. I’m going to go get something. [With that he walks through to the kitchen.]
Source: dark-blue-mondays
Another Step
“Hrm.” Harrison slipped the passports into his inside jacket pockets, safer than his regular pockets since there was no chance of them slipping out and being lost. “I think today,” he approached Wayne and grinned up at him with that excited look one would see on Megamind’s face when he was about to unleash something evil on the city (giddy excitement, honestly, it was strange seeing it on Harrison’s normally cool, calm, collected features). “I’d like to be carried like how you normally carry Roxanne Ritchi’ round. In your arms, if you please.”
[He chuckles at his other-wise calm boyfriend’s behavior.] Oh, so you want to be my rescuee? Hardly fair since you saved me as well, but I can’t really see you carrying me around. [Grinning heroically, he scoops Harrison up and strides to the balcony door, which he carefully maneuvers open so that they can fly straight to Scott Manor.]
“Well I would carry you if I could,” Harrison said as he’s lifted into the others arms. “But seeing how you more or less tower over me, there’s no way I could carry you even if my life depended on it.” he settled against him quite comfortably, resting one hand in his lap while the other gripped his glasses, not wanting to lose them. He squinted, since the wind up here was always a little fast for his liking.
Source: justiceisanoncorrosivemetal
AU: Bun
Depends if it’s gifted with super brains or super strength. [He smiles weakly before leaning against him, shutting his eyes with a tired exhale] …I’m still reeling from this. There’s no other way to explain it.
Or some balance between the two. [Wrapping his arms around Harrison, he rests his cheek against the blue man’s head.] Me too. But we’ll get through this. One way or another.
Well we better I rather this than face the alternative. I mean. I don’t want to.. [Trails into awkward silence before quickly wrapping his arms around Wayne and hides his face into his chest.] Forget it. Thank you.
Source: dark-blue-mondays
Another Step
Harrison catches it easily and tugs it onto his shoulders, buttoning it up as he does. “Ooh, good idea I should grab my own too I’d hate to be caught up in some kind of red tag. That would put a damper on absolutely everything.” he adjusts his glasses before moving through to his office where he opens a small safe and flips through multiple passports before pulling out his American, and European ones and tucks them into his pockets. “You know I am genuinely excited?”
Like they could actually hold either of us? Passports are just a courtesy. [He scoffs at the idea. No they wouldn’t be able to detain him at all and there is certainly no way he’d let them get a hold of Harrison. Foreign governments were always harsher on tourists, particularly American ones.] I figured. I know you like traveling and flying with me, so a chance at both is pretty much guaranteed to get you excited. So, how am I carrying you this round?
“Hrm.” Harrison slipped the passports into his inside jacket pockets, safer than his regular pockets since there was no chance of them slipping out and being lost. “I think today,” he approached Wayne and grinned up at him with that excited look one would see on Megamind’s face when he was about to unleash something evil on the city (giddy excitement, honestly, it was strange seeing it on Harrison’s normally cool, calm, collected features). “I’d like to be carried like how you normally carry Roxanne Ritchi’ round. In your arms, if you please.”
Source: justiceisanoncorrosivemetal
AU: Bun
[Harrison scoffs.] Well that’s both a relief but also a disappointment. I was hoping there’d be stories of you juggling cars or something. As for me, well… I was a bit of a terror. Shouldn’t come that much of a shock huh?
Uh, well… I didn’t exactly juggle any cars, but my father didn’t appreciate me crashing his Bentley while making it fly around. [Wayne smiles at Harrison’s admission.] No, that doesn’t surprise me one bit. It kind of makes me a little concerned as to what sort of mischief a hybrid would get into.
Depends if it’s gifted with super brains or super strength. [He smiles weakly before leaning against him, shutting his eyes with a tired exhale] …I’m still reeling from this. There’s no other way to explain it.
Source: dark-blue-mondays
Another Step
Harrison’s eyes widen and you can practically see a sparkle in his acidic green eyes at that last option. “Ohhh…!! Could we? I love authentic food and you can’t get any more authentic than going to Italy! We’ve never travelled together, any way, and I don’t know about you but I love the idea!” he leaned in closer, biting his bottom lip enthusiastically now. “Pretty please?”
[Grinning broadly, he chuckles at the man’s reaction.] Of course, I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise. [Wayne gives his boyfriend a peck on the lips, then moves them off the the bed and draws back, heading for the closet.] We’ll have to swing by Scott Manor so that I can grab my coat, but after that we can head straight there. Oh, and I need to grab my passport too, just in case. [After digging for a minute he finds Harrison’s warmest coat and tosses it to the smaller man.]
Harrison catches it easily and tugs it onto his shoulders, buttoning it up as he does. “Ooh, good idea I should grab my own too I’d hate to be caught up in some kind of red tag. That would put a damper on absolutely everything.” he adjusts his glasses before moving through to his office where he opens a small safe and flips through multiple passports before pulling out his American, and European ones and tucks them into his pockets. “You know I am genuinely excited?”
Source: justiceisanoncorrosivemetal
Well I have to do SOMETHING to wile away the busy work hours full of delegates and meetings, don't I?