PSLS BECAUSE GAY

[filetofish]

[no icons, many SPOILERS for trails of cold steel/sen no kiseki. there's also a lot of gross shit so watch your step.]

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[reanbeanmachine]

Considering you're always three steps ahead of me, I think I've had that drilled into me.

I'll get you next time.

[He's happy, he's accepting his defeat with his usual good humor, and he'll do Crow's chores even if Crow meant it as a joke. He's just very Rean.]

[filetofish]

Yeah? I guess I wouldn't mind that.

[Maybe being caught by Rean is the ultimate goal?]

[reanbeanmachine]

[Crow's gay agenda.]

You should be used to it.

[filetofish]

Maybe that's the point.

[He is used to it but he likes it? When it's not so sad especially, being chased by Rean is fun.]

[reanbeanmachine]

[It's also fun to chase Crow, when it's not something tragic or dire.]

I'm starting to think you like me chasing you.

[filetofish]

Hmmm... I might.

[He's not gonna deny it. He's no tsundere like some people they know. Instead he's going to open the front door and slip inside, giving Rean a delightfully self-satisfied smirk as he does.

He's going to lock him out. This is the Game now.]

[reanbeanmachine]

Crow--

[He stares at the door after the distinct lock sound clicks and then just sighs.]

Somehow I should have seen that coming.

[Fine he'll walk around the house and try to figure out how to break in because this is Trista and I guess he didn't bring his keys because they left the house unlocked.]

[filetofish]

[Good luck Rean. The doors have been locked and Crow is lazily lounging on the couch now, waiting to see how long it'll take Rean to either break in or complain.]

[reanbeanmachine]

[He climbs up the side of the house with the help of the fence and windowsills, checking the upstairs windows.]

[filetofish]

[Congratulations Rean, you can get in upstairs. Crow hears the noise of him trying, but he doesn't get up. It's up to Rean to chase him, after all.]

[reanbeanmachine]

[He manages to get in on the second floor and trots down the stairs, finding Crow on the couch and debating, briefly, what to do about it before dropping down on the couch next to him and sliding sideways onto his back, so his head is propped on Crow's thigh like a pillow while he looks up at Crow.

His heart is pounding from the position but he tries to sound causual]

Caught you.

[filetofish]

So you did!

[Crow's blushing at the position too, but he's also just as mischievously pleased as he was before. Maybe moreso. Enough to lean down til they're nose-to-nose anyway.]

I guess I can quit running for now.

[reanbeanmachine]

[He smiles up at Crow, softly but happy, and lifts a hand to trail his fingers in the ends of Crow's longer strands of hair. He can't keep the smug triumph u when Crow is so close and making his heart race.]

Yeah, I'm pretty comfortable. But it doesn't matter where or how you run, I'll always chase you.

[filetofish]

Is that a promise?

[As far as Crow's concerned, the stars are in Rean's eyes. He could stay like this forever. At this point he has no intention of running any further than the pawn shop, but it's still nice to know that if anything bad ever happens again, Rean will still be there to bring him back from it.]

[reanbeanmachine]

Yeah.

[It was more a statement of fact but he can make it a promise. He'd do it anyway, even if it weren't a formal promise.]

I promise.

[filetofish]

Then I'll promise to enjoy it when you catch me.

[Since he's already admitted he does. To seal the promise, he closes the tiny gap left between them with a gentle but very passionate kiss.]

[reanbeanmachine]

[Oh.

This is nice.

He sinks his fingers a little further up in Crow's hair and tilts his head to kiss back, happy, heart pounding as it continues to do whenever they're close. It's been a good date, this is definitely not detracting.]

[filetofish]

[It has been a really nice date. And Crow's going to kiss Rean breathless, trying but not quite able to hide how badly he wants to just sink into the all too perfect person in his lap. But he mostly holds back, and it's a very sweet kiss. When he pulls back he's thoroughly flushed, and doesn't actually want to move even inches away.]

You're really something else, Rean Schwarzer.

[reanbeanmachine]

[He's red himself, placing a hand over his cheek, it's hot, he's a little embarrassed and entirely happy.]

Yeah? I don't mind you praising me. But I could say the same.

Kind of hard to imagine you were so worried about me rejecting you.

[YEAH HE CAN BE A BULLY YOU LOCKED HIM OUT.]

[filetofish]

Just because I thought you would doesn't mean I won't enjoy that you didn't.

[The bullying does make him blush more though, as if he even could. He deals with that by kissing Rean again, only this time he can't entirely stop himself from snickering in gleeful anticipation of the fact that he's about to start tickling him.

Prepare your sides, Rean.]

[reanbeanmachine]

[Oh no. The laugh is his only warning and then he's going to die by tickle torture until he falls off the couch and Crow's lap, yelping and laughing.]

[filetofish]

[See the great part about that is that falling off the couch only gives him about 10 seconds of freedom. Crow just drops off the couch himself, straddling Rean's hips to tickle him even more, with his hands up his shirt for extra rude.

He's not actually trying to seduce him this time, he's just being a shit.]

[reanbeanmachine]

[Well he's succeeding in both. Because Rean is squirming and laughing and shoving back at Crow but also going really red. It TICKLES but he's not unaware of Crow's hands up his shirt, he's really very very extra aware of Crow's hands up his shirt and Crows straddling his hips and Crow's big, stupid, amazing grin.

Rean's shirt is rucked up to his ribs and his hair is getting messy from him flailing, and if Crow leans back enough he'll feel something distinctly hard in Rean's pants as Reach tries to catch Crow's hands to get him to stop before Rean actually just expires here.]

C-Crow!

[He's gasping, wheezing a little from laughter and yet with his cheeks red and out of breath under Crow like this he looks (and kind of is) half-seduced.]

[filetofish]

What's wrong, Rean?

[He does stop when Rean gets ahold of his hands -- stops tickling, anyway. He can't stop grinning, and he doesn't pull his hands away. Rean's skin is warm. Rean's tousled hair and flushed face are beautiful. Crow's still not sure he's really alive, but if he's dead he's certainly gone to heaven.

He's also totally aware that Rean's reacting in that other way, and he's not above teasing him about that (even if he's no better).]

Having a hard time?

[Haha. He's a comedy genius.]

[reanbeanmachine]

Crow.

[He complains, more embarrassed, but not letting go of Crow's hands or shoving him off just yet. His heart is pounding, and it's nice to feel Crow's touch, just to look up at him.

He really should kick Crow off unless they're going a little further, because otherwise it's going to get harder to recover and want to throw Crow off--well it will get harder if they go further too, obviously.

He's basically just being captivated by Crow's smile and deciding if he wants to initiate a makeout session like that first time. That time he didn't really get to touch Crow back much since Crow was all drunk.

He rubs his thumb absently over the back of Crow's hand, just examining the man above him with quiet affection.]