fandomtownies | Chaucer's, Late Afternoon/Evening [NWS]

They were on their way home, moving slow through the streets with their food from the Emporium. Passing by and seeing Chaucer's open, Loz slowed to a crawl as he drove by letting his brothers get ahead of him.

Spying Geoff through the window and at his table, watched the man for a moment with a neutral expression as his bike crept along slowly.

When he hears the sound of the bikes, Geoff looks up and sees the brothers as they pass. Catching Loz's gaze, he grins and nods.

Loz almost smiled before he caught it and frowned instead. He nodded back to Geoff, a bit hesistant before bringing the bike to a full stop.

He seemed to be considering something as he continued to watch Geoff for a bit longer.

[ooc- He's just doing a drive by and has a plan forming in his thick little noggin. Interaction up to you and your time availability.]

((ooc: Those boys ain't nothin' but pure ~~sex~~ trouble.))

Geoff quirks an eyebrow at him and glances toward the front door of the shop -- an invitation if Loz is so inclined to take it as one.

[ooc- Oh dear, Loz with a plan is a frightening thing indeed. I'm slow-playing til 5:30ish (am at work) -- entirely up to you.]

He motioned Kadaj that he would catch up in a bit, Loz switched his bike off and walked into Geoff's shop.

Standing in the doorway, he looked around before he turned to face where Geoff was sitting.

Geoff sets down the quill he was writing with (one of a lovely set of brand-new metal nibbed ones he just received yesterday, in fact) and pushes his chair back slightly. He grins and waves a hand toward an empty chair. "Welcome to the shop, Loz. Are you just visiting or looking to commission something?"

Looking like he felt very much out of place, Loz hesitantly moved to the chair and eased into it with a creak of leather. "Visiting. Saw you here and..." he shrugged and focused his attention on what Geoff was doing.

Geoff looks briefly down at the work in front of him. "Working on that commission I told you about -- the one for my patron. I'm actually struggling with it a bit, actually. Having trouble narrowing my focus -- there's so much material to work from." He grins and tilts back in the chair.

"I see you've recovered from the tuxedo torture of the other night."

That brought a grin to Loz's face and he looked down at the floor, nodding. "Yeah. Glad it is over now..." his hand waved in the air in a vague gesture. "Can't think I'd do that too often."

Geoff laughs, although a pained expression clouds his eyes for a moment. "It was interesting, there's no doubt about that. The three of you don't clean up too badly, though."

If Loz were the type to blush, he just might have. Instead, he laughed and shrugged. "I guess. I thought Yazoo and Kadaj looked good in them, even if it seemed a bit out of place."

Geoff laughs with him. "Well, I hope you didn't mind dressing up too much, because CJ's dead set on everyone coming in 'medieval' garb for the banquet in the park. And no, don't ask me what 'medieval' means, because I have no idea."

"More dressing up?" He looked down at his leathers. "What is this desire of people here to dress up?" Loz made a note to ask Spike what medievel was when the man came back into town.

"I have no idea! They made everyone dress up for the 'homecoming' ball at the school, too." Geoff shrugs, and smiles mischievously. "Not that it'll matter to me, this time. The banquet's theme is the time I'm from, so..." He holds out his hands as if offering himself for inspection. "This is how I dressed at home."

Loz opened his mouth to say something and shut it. He 'inspected' Geoff's clothing and he shook his head with no idea of what to say. "You're set then," he said after a long pause and stayed quiet after that.

Geoff shrugs again. "I'm sure CJ'll come up with some reason why I have to dress differently. Paige wasn't keen on my wearing this the homecoming, either."

His expression shows that he suddenly wishes he hadn't mentioned Paige.

He saw the way Geoff's face changed at the mention of Paige. Giving a snort, Loz leaned back in his chair, slumping down to stretch his legs out in front of him and rest his head against the chair back. "You should do what you want and not worry about anyone else."

His arms rose and draped over his head to hang back over the chair. He left and not worry about skanky girls who want to do nothing more than lead guys on because of their own selfish interests unsaid.

Geoff's eyebrows raise slightly, and a moment passes before he responds.

"Well, that's part of relating to other people, Loz -- doing things that you will make them happy."

"You end up living your life for others then," Loz said. He closed his eyes. "Some people, no matter what you do, will never be happy."

"Living your life for someone you care about isn't such a bad thing. And it usually ends up being reciprocated."

He pauses for a minute, and adds, "But you do have a good point. There are some people who are never satisfied."

Loz shrugged and breathed out a long sigh. Boneless in the chair, he folded his hands over his stomach and rolled his head to watch Geoff.

He couldn't argue with Geoff about it. Loz and Yazoo both lived their lives for Kadaj and would do anything to keep their youngest brother happy. They did this willingly and uncomplaining.

Then again, Kadaj also took into consideration his brothers as well. "When it's reciprocated...yeah."

Nodding, Geoff says, "Well, the best relationships work that way."

He tilts the chair further onto its back legs and props one foot against the worktable. "Okay, I've really had more than enough talk about relationships today. Time for a change of topic." His tone is joking but the clouded expression is back in his eyes.

Loz shrugged. "Okay." He was still watching Geoff when he grinned wickedly. "We could fuck."

Geoff makes a startled movement at Loz's suggestion, coming back out of his reverie with a jump. Which would make no difference, were he not tilted precariously in his chair with his foot against the table.

His movement causes the chair to suddenly slide, falling over backwards toward the wall as Geoff grabs toward the table to catch himself.

For a brief moment, Loz glowed blue and the next he was out of his chair and lunging for Geoff. His hand closed around Geoff's wrist and Loz slid to his knees to use his body weight as leverage to keep Geoff from tipping backward.

Geoff grasps Loz's hand and pulls hard against him, reaching out with his other hand to connect with the man's shoulder as he's jerked forward.

Given a choice between coming down hard with the chair and pitching forward into Loz, Geoff takes the option that would at least break his fall. He comes down hard against Loz instead.

Loz's free hand snapped out and pushed hard against the chair so it wouldn't crash into Geoff's back, sending it to collide with the wall.

With Geoff practically in his lap, Loz released his wrist and wrapped his arm around Geoff's waist to keep him pulled close to his body. "You okay?"

Wide-eyed from the adrenaline rush, Geoff shakes slightly as he laughs under his breath.

"Well. That was embarassing."

"Not as embarrassing as if you had tipped over completely," Loz said softly. He was smiliing and his arm hadn't moved from around Geoff's waist. In fact, both arms now held Geoff close.

"Not as painful, either." Geoff voice is soft as well, and the arm that Loz had released is draped lightly over the man's shoulder.

It was no effort at all. Geoff was there, so close, he wasn't moving away and how could Loz pass up the opportunity?

There was no asking this time, no waiting...Loz dove forward and crushed his mouth to Geoff's in a demanding kiss.

Not as surprised as he might have liked to claim, Geoff slides his hands across Loz's shoulders, one of them moving up into his hair.

The moan started low in his chest, vibrating up into the back of his throat. Loz shifted on the floor to keep his balance on his knees and heels and pulled Geoff further until the other man was fully straddling his hips.

His body thrummed in tension, tight with need that coursed through him. Loz pressed on, feeling the movement of Geoff's mouth beneath the onslaught of his, the sharp taste of agressiveness on his tongue.

Gasping slightly as Loz shifts beneath him, Geoff lets his full weight rest on the man, intent on the kiss. So many things have been building toward this, and he's desperate to finally have some kind of release.

Reciprocity ...it was a start. Loz's higher brain shut down after that and the secondary one took over. His hips flexed and lifted under Geoff as a sign of what he wanted.

He wanted this man. Right then, on the floor, against the wall, over the table...all of the above, didn't matter as long as he was buried in Geoff's body and soon.

The moan expressed as a growl and Loz only reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. His eyes were dark and fixed on Geoff, watching the man's expression for further indication and direction.

Breathing heavily, Geoff returns Loz's gaze. Emotions rushing from desire to embarassment to uncertainty, he hesitates for a brief moment, and then places his hands behind Loz's head and pulls him in for another kiss.

Before the man has time to respond, however, he pulls back quickly. "Window," he whispers.

"Door," Loz added with a grin. "Unless you like audiences." He didn't allow Geoff to get away from another hungry, but brief, kiss.

"Take me to your room," Loz whispered against Geoff's jaw, his mouth finding quick access to his neck to scrape his teeth lightly over a pulse point.

Geoff moans softly, then stands and pulls Loz with him. "Upstairs."

On his feet, Loz croweded Geoff again, stealing one more kiss before breaking away.

Once he released Geoff, he started toward the stairs. He hesitated at the bottom before moving swiftly up, taking two at a time and waiting on the top landing for Geoff.

Moving a little more slowly, and trying very hard to regain some semblance of composure, Geoff quickly throws the bolt on the door and then follows up the stairs behind Loz.

When he reaches the top, he slides his hand around the other man's neck and kisses him.

Loz wrapped his arms around Geoff and pulled them both until he was against the wall. Behind Geoff's back, he stripped off his gloves, allowing the leather to fall to the floor. There was an electrical whine and lisp, followed by the sounds of a mechanical catch. Dual Hound slipped from his forearm to land on the floor behind Geoff.

His hands free, they stroked down Geoff's back, fingers grabbing at material to expose the man down to bare skin. He slipped a thigh between Geoff's legs and lifted to press and rub against him.

Moaning, Geoff presses against the other man and lays a trail of wet kisses down his neck. His hands are between their bodies, pressed flat against Loz's chest.

Whispering in Loz's ear, he says, "Bed's in the next room."

With a grin, he waved his hand indicating to Geoff to lead the way, his fingers flying over clasps on his chest to start losing the leather strapped over him.

Geoff places one last urgent kiss on Loz's mouth, pressing hard against him. Then he pulls away and runs a hand through his hair, backing away from Loz and into the bedroom.

The look he gave Geoff could only be described as hungry. Prowling behind him, Loz stooped long enough to grab Dual Hound and his gloves, only to drop them inside the bedroom door.

The rest of his leather fell beside it leaving his chest bare. Unstrapping his gun and tossing it on top of the heap, his heel caught the bedroom door to slam it shut with a resounding thud.

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