( It's good that Reyes kept his expectations high, because chances are nothing could have prepared him for the patriotic disaster Chris Smith calls a home. It's tacky and covered in stars. Not mention it's red and blue, which might have been sensible, if not for the stars, and the twin flags sailing high and tattered from an old flagpole. His trailer also sports twin fins from the back. No clue what that's about.
Most notable of all, his home comes with an eagle.
A real, live eagle who, upon seeing the two of them approach, screeches with glee and dives at them. A normal person might have ducked, but Chris looks overjoyed. )
Eagly! I'm home, buddy!
( Eagly lands at their feet and squawks, and Chris is quick to give him an adorable amount of headpats. This is his best friend, after all. After picking a sexy dude up from a sexy questions night, he needs all the best friend love he can get. If Eagly had hands, he might have fistbumped him. )
This is Reyes. He's from outer space. He's fucked aliens.
( The eagle calls in what might be approval. You go, Reyes. )
[There is. So much happening as they come up to Chris' home. At the same time it's exactly what he expected, but also not. Then there's an eagle swooping down at them and even Reyes has to take a pause just in case it's dangerous.
... of course it's Chris' pet. There's a thought about the legalities behind that, but honestly, none of his business (also let's be real it would be hypocritical of him to go after anyone over legal shit). There is something oddly sweet watching this giant man petting the head of an eagle though, he's not sure what that says about him.]
If we're being technical, I am actually from Earth.
[He'll correct, but yes, technicalities. The other thing, absolutely correct.]
It's a pleasure, Eagly.
[Reyes nods at the eagle. It hasn't tried to gouge his eyes out yet, so a little respect is earned.]
An Earthling wouldn't know so much about alien planets and space tits. Don't listen, Eagly. He's just trying to mess with you.
( No eye gauging here, just happy hops and a tail wiggle as Chris stands and makes his way up to trailer, which he unlocks with a key on a American Flag keyring. Naturally. )
Vig and I cleaned all the blood up from the place earlier, so it shouldn't be too bad.
( And outside of a few empty beer bottles and half-finished blunts burned into patriotic ashtrays, it's pretty tidy. Cozy. Vintage. All of his vinyl records are stacked in order of awesomeness, which means Mötley Crüe is pretty close to the top. Anything deemed weak was probably gifted to him, and he keeps those pretty low on on the record totem pole. )
[He keeps having a back and forth with himself on if he's made a grave mistake getting involved with this absolute disaster of a man, but when you're on rebound bad decisions are made. This is that bad decision.]
You've got it all figured out, haven't you?
[Reyes is starting to realize trying to correct him is a lot more effort than it's worth. Honestly for how gaudy the outside of the trailer is, it's... oddly homey on the inside. Lived in and comfortable, if not cramped, but for one man and his eagle, perfect. An American paradise.]
Lucky for you a little blood won't spoil my day.
[Leaning against the kitchen counter area, small as it is, he'll smile with a vague wave of his hand.]
( Look, Chris enjoys getting bloody as much as the next person, but Reyes might be on some next level stuff. Chris isn't sure if he can keep up with that. High expectations, it seems. )
Pabst it is. ( Classic. He opens his fridge and produces two cold ones, one for each of them. Once he pries off the cap of his, he tosses it in the air where Eagly dives through the air and catches it. Eagly then shows his prize off to Reyes and encourages him to do the same. )
[It seems like Chris' brain operates on 2+3=4 at the best of times. The leaps his mind makes is almost impressive. Reyes has to laugh though, shaking his head.]
That's not what I said.
[Funnily enough it's not a deal breaker, just some kink shamming. And Pabst is definitely a classic for Reyes. In his time Pabst is long in the past, a true classic. Opening his own bottle he watches with a sip at Chris' party trick he's got worked out with the goddamn eagle. Funny enough this is not the craziest thing he's ever seen, but it's slowly working it's way up there.]
You're not afraid he'll choke on these?
[No offense to Eagly, but he's just a bird, hopefully he won't swallow the caps by accident. It doesn't stop Reyes from tossing the cap either way and sure enough the damn eagle catches it. Eagly is great performer, he'll give him that much.]
No way, man. Eagly's smart. He collects them, see?
( He jerks his head over to a corner of the trailer where, sure enough, a collection of shiny things has been complied along with bird feathers and a perch. That's got to be Eagly's side of trailer. Chris is fair enough to split things 50-50. )
Yeah. He's the coolest eagle in the fucking world. ( And Chris is so proud of him!!! )
And, right, your kink isn't blood. It's blue-skinned aliens. ( He taps the side of his temple with the lip of his bottle before taking a drink. ) I remember.
As Eagly is the only eagle I've personally met, I can't say I disagree.
[He'll tip his drink at Chris before drinking more. There is something different about Earth alcohol, he's missed it. The stuff on Kadara is good of course, but it'll never be exactly like the stuff from home. Even with all the fancy technology, they can't replicate the originals. Not well at least.]
Mm, not just blue.
[Fine fine, he'll let him pin a kink on him if he must.]
What about you then? What's your thing, Christopher? What gets you hot under the collar?
Heh... Titilation. You know, Reyes. You're secretly funny. I thought you were just a hot alien-fucker from a million miles away, despite being actually born on Earth, but you're more than that. You've got jokes.
I couldn't let you know all of my secrets right out of the gate. Got to keep you guessing.
[A wink as he indulges in more of that sweet sweet brewski.]
I'm honored. [And he'll lean a bit to peek around Chris, seeing the hollowed grounds of pound town at the end of hallway.]
Wouldn't happen to have a shower would you? I'd like to freshen up a bit.
[Promise he'll be quick, won't run up the water bill or anything. Figured he'd give this momentous first dinner out with a man the best chance he can for Chris. Reyes is thoughtful like that.]
( Just from his peak, he should be able to see an obscene amount of patriotism streaming from Chris's bedroom. )
Sure. First door on the left... Weird way to phrase that. Why wouldn't I have a shower?
Go get wet, dude. And scrub your shit good. I'm having your ass for lunch... 'cause breakfast and dinner are already booked for pussy, and I'm not really a brunch kind of dude.
[Honestly he'd almost be disappointed at this point if that wasn't the case. Reyes laughs as he sets his beer down, mostly finished and heads around and starts down the hallway. Stopping at the bathroom door he turns and grins.]
What? You mean you don't wash out back by dumping a bucket of ice cold water over your head?
[Like a real man would.]
I'll be quick, but thorough. Wouldn't want to overstay my welcome.
[... wasn't breakfast already over? Whatever. Into the bathroom he goes to get out of his weird space man jumpsuit shit. Honestly not that sexy. No doubt the bathroom is just as gaudy and patriotic. Are the shower curtains red white and blue? Does Chris use Suave 3 in 1 shampoo? Does his bathroom rug say God Bless America on it? How bad is it in here.
To his word, Reyes doesn't spend more time in the shower than he needs to. Padding out with his clothes and boots in his arms, lightly wrapped in a towel that is most certainly stripped in those three beautiful colors of the land of free. Setting the pile any where that won't be in the way off to the side in the bedroom, he'll have a glance around, shaking his head at all the decorum and that's when he notices... the window.]
( A lot can be said for Chris' aggressive dedication to color schemes—well, one color scheme in particular—but no one can say he isn't clean. Because it's the cleanest America themed bathroom Reyes has probably ever been in, even if it's the only bathroom he's ever been in with a USA soap dispenser, bathmat, and toilet bowl cover.
As for his shower, there's nothing wrong with using soap that's also shampoo that's also conditioner that's also shaving cream, thank you very much.
Meanwhile, Chris is actually peeling out of his uniform while Reyes showers, so there's one less flag for him to look at when he enters the room. There's just Chris hanging out on the bed in his tighty-whities, which he has fifty identical pairs of, one for each state in the US. Are we seeing a pattern here? Regardless, Chris is looking irresponsibly buff now that he's devoid of clothing, nothing to hide the decades worth of weight training combined with natural muscle mass. )
Yeah, long story. Had to break in after coming home from prison... Not that long of a story, really. That's it.
But don't worry. Eagly's got us covered. He's better than a security camera. He's my eyes in the sky, you know? No one's breaking in with him in the sky... Come over here.
[That's true, for how cringe it might all be, sorry Chris it really is, no one could say that he was a slob. It was almost immaculate.
Speaking of immaculate... Chris is very impressive. Not that his uniform didn't hug every part of him well enough that Reyes already had a very good idea what he was getting involved with, but out of it. God bless America?]
Ha, a bad boy, huh? You know, usually that's my thing.
[Prison. Definitely seemed like a lot more of a story than what he's being told, but it's not important right now. Besides, he works with all shades of shady sorts back on Kadara. He was shady himself. No space to judge here. Pulling the towel off from around his waist he'll let it drop to the floor and joins Chris and his tighty-whities in bed.]
As long as Eagly isn't watching us the entire time, no offense to him, but I do like a little privacy- [He'll lean in, intending to go for a kiss when ah. Pause. Here's a sigh that is mostly for dramatics.] Truly it's a shame you don't do kissing.
[Kissing is great, Chris. Kissing is awesome. It's like foreplay, but with your face. Now while Reyes isn't a literal hulking muscle god, he's not too shabby, he stays in shape. He's got a nice butt? Honestly seems like Chris has him beat even in the ass department, but all that matters is America's boy scout enjoys shoving his face between his cheeks.]
Dude, I'm going to go down on you. That's so much better than kissing.
( in terms of pleasure, he means. but with reyes so close, it really wouldn't be hard to break this unwritten rule of his. and it's so tempting, with reyes' breath ghosting over his lips, speaking so close that it wouldn't take more than a tilt of his head to connect their lips together. who decided that chris' first kiss had to be special, anyway? if he hadn't held onto this, he would have been kisses bitches decades ago.
...
but there are other forms of foreplay that chris has gotten comfortable with — his time in prison withstanding. sex in jail generally didn't build in time for any sexual tension, with the cramped quarters and the limited amounts of time. that was more of a get in, get out sort of deal, which isn't his preference.
with the towel gone, he gets a feel of reyes' ass for himself, and he nods in a way that feels like approval. he squeezes, trails his fingers over the swell of the muscles and the dip of his crack without making any real attempts at getting inside. all the while, he stays close to reyes' lips, as if daring him to further. it's a will-they-or-won't-they of who's willing to cave first. )
[Chris decided that his first kiss had to be special. If he wanted to change that at some point Reyes was going to let that be his decision.]
Oh? And how would you know that?
[It doesn't mean he won't needle him about it still. All in good fun of course. While Chris gets his hands on the goods, Reyes isn't planning on keeping his own to himself either. He's plenty eager to feel just how solid he is, a hand running up Chris' chest to curl at the side of his neck. The gay chicken will finally break when Reyes smirks and dips down, lips and teeth teasing at Chris' sharp jawline.]
I think you're missing too much data to say that with so much confidence.
[He'll trail down along his neck, leaving soft pink marks that fade quicker than not as his other hand sneaks between them to pluck at the band of his tighty-whities.]
Planning on keeping me in suspense, Christopher?
[Not that they really hid much. He could tell he was big. Guess Chris wasn't all big talk after all.]
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Most notable of all, his home comes with an eagle.
A real, live eagle who, upon seeing the two of them approach, screeches with glee and dives at them. A normal person might have ducked, but Chris looks overjoyed. )
Eagly! I'm home, buddy!
( Eagly lands at their feet and squawks, and Chris is quick to give him an adorable amount of headpats. This is his best friend, after all. After picking a sexy dude up from a sexy questions night, he needs all the best friend love he can get. If Eagly had hands, he might have fistbumped him. )
This is Reyes. He's from outer space. He's fucked aliens.
( The eagle calls in what might be approval.
You go, Reyes. )
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... of course it's Chris' pet. There's a thought about the legalities behind that, but honestly, none of his business (also let's be real it would be hypocritical of him to go after anyone over legal shit). There is something oddly sweet watching this giant man petting the head of an eagle though, he's not sure what that says about him.]
If we're being technical, I am actually from Earth.
[He'll correct, but yes, technicalities. The other thing, absolutely correct.]
It's a pleasure, Eagly.
[Reyes nods at the eagle. It hasn't tried to gouge his eyes out yet, so a little respect is earned.]
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An Earthling wouldn't know so much about alien planets and space tits. Don't listen, Eagly. He's just trying to mess with you.
( No eye gauging here, just happy hops and a tail wiggle as Chris stands and makes his way up to trailer, which he unlocks with a key on a American Flag keyring. Naturally. )
Vig and I cleaned all the blood up from the place earlier, so it shouldn't be too bad.
( And outside of a few empty beer bottles and half-finished blunts burned into patriotic ashtrays, it's pretty tidy. Cozy. Vintage. All of his vinyl records are stacked in order of awesomeness, which means Mötley Crüe is pretty close to the top. Anything deemed weak was probably gifted to him, and he keeps those pretty low on on the record totem pole. )
You want Pabst or Natty?
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You've got it all figured out, haven't you?
[Reyes is starting to realize trying to correct him is a lot more effort than it's worth. Honestly for how gaudy the outside of the trailer is, it's... oddly homey on the inside. Lived in and comfortable, if not cramped, but for one man and his eagle, perfect. An American paradise.]
Lucky for you a little blood won't spoil my day.
[Leaning against the kitchen counter area, small as it is, he'll smile with a vague wave of his hand.]
Surprise me.
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( Look, Chris enjoys getting bloody as much as the next person, but Reyes might be on some next level stuff. Chris isn't sure if he can keep up with that. High expectations, it seems. )
Pabst it is. ( Classic. He opens his fridge and produces two cold ones, one for each of them. Once he pries off the cap of his, he tosses it in the air where Eagly dives through the air and catches it. Eagly then shows his prize off to Reyes and encourages him to do the same. )
Go on, man. Toss it.
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That's not what I said.
[Funnily enough it's not a deal breaker, just some kink shamming. And Pabst is definitely a classic for Reyes. In his time Pabst is long in the past, a true classic. Opening his own bottle he watches with a sip at Chris' party trick he's got worked out with the goddamn eagle. Funny enough this is not the craziest thing he's ever seen, but it's slowly working it's way up there.]
You're not afraid he'll choke on these?
[No offense to Eagly, but he's just a bird, hopefully he won't swallow the caps by accident. It doesn't stop Reyes from tossing the cap either way and sure enough the damn eagle catches it. Eagly is great performer, he'll give him that much.]
I'll be damned. Must be a hit at parties.
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( He jerks his head over to a corner of the trailer where, sure enough, a collection of shiny things has been complied along with bird feathers and a perch. That's got to be Eagly's side of trailer. Chris is fair enough to split things 50-50. )
Yeah. He's the coolest eagle in the fucking world. ( And Chris is so proud of him!!! )
And, right, your kink isn't blood. It's blue-skinned aliens. ( He taps the side of his temple with the lip of his bottle before taking a drink. ) I remember.
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[He'll tip his drink at Chris before drinking more. There is something different about Earth alcohol, he's missed it. The stuff on Kadara is good of course, but it'll never be exactly like the stuff from home. Even with all the fancy technology, they can't replicate the originals. Not well at least.]
Mm, not just blue.
[Fine fine, he'll let him pin a kink on him if he must.]
What about you then? What's your thing, Christopher? What gets you hot under the collar?
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( He doesn't hesitate. Doesn't blink.
...Reyes can't be mad that he got his answer. )
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A man of simple pleasures, can't blame you there.
[Nothing to be mad about, except that if anyone has the tits here it's definitely Chris and not him.]
Hopefully what I lack in titillation I can make up for in charm?
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( And Chris appreciates them. )
Yeah, you're in the Bone Zone.
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[A wink as he indulges in more of that sweet sweet brewski.]
I'm honored. [And he'll lean a bit to peek around Chris, seeing the hollowed grounds of pound town at the end of hallway.]
Wouldn't happen to have a shower would you? I'd like to freshen up a bit.
[Promise he'll be quick, won't run up the water bill or anything. Figured he'd give this momentous first dinner out with a man the best chance he can for Chris. Reyes is thoughtful like that.]
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Sure. First door on the left... Weird way to phrase that. Why wouldn't I have a shower?
Go get wet, dude. And scrub your shit good. I'm having your ass for lunch... 'cause breakfast and dinner are already booked for pussy, and I'm not really a brunch kind of dude.
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What? You mean you don't wash out back by dumping a bucket of ice cold water over your head?
[Like a real man would.]
I'll be quick, but thorough. Wouldn't want to overstay my welcome.
[... wasn't breakfast already over? Whatever. Into the bathroom he goes to get out of his weird space man jumpsuit shit. Honestly not that sexy. No doubt the bathroom is just as gaudy and patriotic. Are the shower curtains red white and blue? Does Chris use Suave 3 in 1 shampoo? Does his bathroom rug say God Bless America on it? How bad is it in here.
To his word, Reyes doesn't spend more time in the shower than he needs to. Padding out with his clothes and boots in his arms, lightly wrapped in a towel that is most certainly stripped in those three beautiful colors of the land of free. Setting the pile any where that won't be in the way off to the side in the bedroom, he'll have a glance around, shaking his head at all the decorum and that's when he notices... the window.]
Interesting choice in air conditioning.
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As for his shower, there's nothing wrong with using soap that's also shampoo that's also conditioner that's also shaving cream, thank you very much.
Meanwhile, Chris is actually peeling out of his uniform while Reyes showers, so there's one less flag for him to look at when he enters the room. There's just Chris hanging out on the bed in his tighty-whities, which he has fifty identical pairs of, one for each state in the US. Are we seeing a pattern here? Regardless, Chris is looking irresponsibly buff now that he's devoid of clothing, nothing to hide the decades worth of weight training combined with natural muscle mass. )
Yeah, long story. Had to break in after coming home from prison... Not that long of a story, really. That's it.
But don't worry. Eagly's got us covered. He's better than a security camera. He's my eyes in the sky, you know? No one's breaking in with him in the sky... Come over here.
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Speaking of immaculate... Chris is very impressive. Not that his uniform didn't hug every part of him well enough that Reyes already had a very good idea what he was getting involved with, but out of it. God bless America?]
Ha, a bad boy, huh? You know, usually that's my thing.
[Prison. Definitely seemed like a lot more of a story than what he's being told, but it's not important right now. Besides, he works with all shades of shady sorts back on Kadara. He was shady himself. No space to judge here. Pulling the towel off from around his waist he'll let it drop to the floor and joins Chris and his tighty-whities in bed.]
As long as Eagly isn't watching us the entire time, no offense to him, but I do like a little privacy- [He'll lean in, intending to go for a kiss when ah. Pause. Here's a sigh that is mostly for dramatics.] Truly it's a shame you don't do kissing.
[Kissing is great, Chris. Kissing is awesome. It's like foreplay, but with your face. Now while Reyes isn't a literal hulking muscle god, he's not too shabby, he stays in shape. He's got a nice butt? Honestly seems like Chris has him beat even in the ass department, but all that matters is America's boy scout enjoys shoving his face between his cheeks.]
oh no!! a booty!!
( in terms of pleasure, he means. but with reyes so close, it really wouldn't be hard to break this unwritten rule of his. and it's so tempting, with reyes' breath ghosting over his lips, speaking so close that it wouldn't take more than a tilt of his head to connect their lips together. who decided that chris' first kiss had to be special, anyway? if he hadn't held onto this, he would have been kisses bitches decades ago.
...
but there are other forms of foreplay that chris has gotten comfortable with — his time in prison withstanding. sex in jail generally didn't build in time for any sexual tension, with the cramped quarters and the limited amounts of time. that was more of a get in, get out sort of deal, which isn't his preference.
with the towel gone, he gets a feel of reyes' ass for himself, and he nods in a way that feels like approval. he squeezes, trails his fingers over the swell of the muscles and the dip of his crack without making any real attempts at getting inside. all the while, he stays close to reyes' lips, as if daring him to further. it's a will-they-or-won't-they of who's willing to cave first. )
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Oh? And how would you know that?
[It doesn't mean he won't needle him about it still. All in good fun of course. While Chris gets his hands on the goods, Reyes isn't planning on keeping his own to himself either. He's plenty eager to feel just how solid he is, a hand running up Chris' chest to curl at the side of his neck. The gay chicken will finally break when Reyes smirks and dips down, lips and teeth teasing at Chris' sharp jawline.]
I think you're missing too much data to say that with so much confidence.
[He'll trail down along his neck, leaving soft pink marks that fade quicker than not as his other hand sneaks between them to pluck at the band of his tighty-whities.]
Planning on keeping me in suspense, Christopher?
[Not that they really hid much. He could tell he was big. Guess Chris wasn't all big talk after all.]