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Who:

marcsstickybunz Marc St. James and Travis Touchdown

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What:A Challenge between them to get Travis to blush.
When:The night of Januray 2nd.
Where:Marc's Room 207
Rating: UMmm dunno yet I'll leave it at R and then change it if it gets worse.

Marc heard the knock at his door and smiled straightening his waistcoat and pheking his smile in the mirror. Before smoothing out his hair and opening the door. He smiled leaning nonchalently in the doorway. "Come in."

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Travis, on the other hand, took a moment to readjust his well-weathered red jacket and give a brief glare to the hole in the knee of his jeans while waiting for the response. He wasn't going into any game time prep session, or trying to psyche himself up like some steroid junkie.

He was just about to give himself a little bit of adjusting when he heard the call. A quick cracking of his neck, just cause, was all that came before his hand wrapping around the door knob and the door being opened. Not kicked down, as he tends to.

And immediately upon seeing his opponent, he realized that he had no clue who the hell he was about to get snogged by. This was getting better and better already. "Alright then. Game on?"

Marc's green eyes lit up and he looked him over quite obviously. His smile widened a little as he walked over to him pleased closing the door behind him.

"You look even better than you sound." He murmured with a smile as the door clicked closed, his hands moved up to rest on Travis' chest as he pushed him against the heavy wood. His eyes scanned his cheeks as he studied him for a moment before he leaned into him. His mouth grazing his a little.

"Game on," he breathed against his lips before he pressed in and kissed him firmly.

Well, if he had time before this walking talking flamboyant poster boy had fixed his lips against him, there would have been a few comments. One about skipping to the hard shit first, another about the continuation of the cheesy porno verbiage, and a few other comments now lost to the wind.

Instead, he decided to start kissing back, although he was rather interested in seeing just how Marc did this little song and dance. Sure, he's had a little experience with kissing and manhandling, but this was Captain Flamer's show, and he'd be damned to steal the spotlight yet.

Marc deepened it, his fingers curling into Travis' red jacket giving a soft groan before pulling away and biting on his own kiss bruised lip lightly as he narrowed his gaze at Travis' cheeks.

A hand reaches up and grabs a handful of Marc's clothes, as confident eyes pierce the amber veil of his shades and beams into the other's own eyes. And a smirk forms on, razor sharp. But the cheeks never alter in hue.

"Come on now. Gotta have more in you than that, right?"

Green eyes lock onto Travis, "Don't worry," he murmured pressing a kiss on the coner of his mouth before he smiled a little moving along his jaw. "I'm just...sounding you...out," he whispered.

He then moves up and biting Travis' lower lip gently, kissing it, his hand moving down to slide under his top.

His mouth moves in with one single minded objective as he plunders Travis'.

Alright, so this is a definitely step skip and hop up, and he's suddenly really rather glad he accepted this challenge. He let go of the clothes he was holding and instead his hand found the back of Marc's head, fingers running through the hair while his challenger "sounded him him".

But not once did he move to take away control. Not yet. Perhaps later, perhaps soon, but not until this guy did something to make him squirm.

His tongue ran along Travis' as he pushed the worn jacket off the other man's shoulders with one hand. The other sliding up over his chest, flesh running over flesh, the heat seeping through.

He then broke the kiss working his mouth down over his neck suckling gently, working a hickey right by his adams apple as his free hand ran down to the back of Travis' pants, sliding in and squeezing his rear, the other running over budded nipples.

Okay, this was more like it. This guy definitely knew what he was doing and just how to do it. He squirmed a little as he felt his ass getting a feel copped and squirmed a little more as the guy's hand played with his chest and nipples. Breathing was heavy, something definitely welcomed, as his mind focused on the sensations of his opponent's lips on his throat.

The hand on Marc's head gripped it a little firmer, and the other hand now found it's way to the man's back, fingers pressing into his back through fabric. But there was still no blush to taint his cheeks.

Thus far at least.

He broke off his neck pulling the t shirt over his head and tossing it to the side before his kisses moved down. His mouth settling over a nipple, taking note of the sudden squirming and movement in his chest.

He grazed his teeth gently over the peak before suckling on it , his mouth hot and wet as he tugged gently. His hands sliding down determined as they pulled at Travis' belt.

The heat from the assassin's hands burning into him as he pushed back against them.

The belt came free fairly easily, almost as if trained too, leaving precious little holding up his pants save for some stubborn clothing based determination of keeping this whole affair from going straight into the gutter.

It wasn't until Marc's lips made contact with a nipple that Travis groaned, and heavily. He didn't even bother to try and deny it, nor was he trying to sugar coat it.

The hand on the clothes and back turned to trying to pull the fabric off Marc, suddenly feeling unfairly naked in comparison. And amidst this, he was unaware of the blush that was beginning to come over his ears and onto his cheeks.

Marc wriggled as he was pulled out of his waistcoat his shirt pulled out of his pants as it did so.

A mischevious smile crossed his lips at the low gutteral groan before he moved to the nipples partner suckling on it.

His hands yanking at his pants undoing them as the belt moved to the floor before his eyes flicked up and a triumphant grin crossed his face.

His mouth broke contact with his chest and he leaned in kissing him deeply, "I win." he breathed happily his own countenance flushed as he groaned into his mouth, his leg shifting between Travis'

Travis didn't care if he had lost now. Or at least, it did not matter as much. "Congratulations. You made me blush. You must be so proud." He tried to mutter into the other's mouth, before pulling back himself and taking the time to address his neck.

"But I'm?" He said, as he brought a hand to Marc's pants, and slipped a few fingers past the waistline. "I'm not finished yet."

He laughed arching his neck. Hs fingers moving up curling into his hair, his eyes closing as Travis' hand slid down, his hips turning into the touch. "Oh really?" he murmured wih a smile. Then he moved his hands, unbutoning his own shirt and pulling it off his shoulders.

His hands wandered sliding over Travis' muscle and skin with an impressed smile, before he dropped his head pressing hot and wet kisses over his collar bone and shoulders.

The hand at his pants slid in entirely, the other hands going to join it, and both running along Marc's buttocks before taking a handful of each cheek. "That's what I said, isn't it?" Travis shot back. "And I intend to make good on that."

He pulled away from his place on Marc's neck, breathing out at the wet warmth along his collar bone, before reaching forward and taking the bud of Marc's ear in his teeth and pulling lighting.

He groaned tilting his head into the touch, his ear sensitive to the graze of his teeth.

He then laughed presing each pert cheek into his hand with a happy moan his fingers pulling down what remained of Travis' Jeans and underwear before he stepped out of his shoes.

His eye flicked down with an appreciative sigh, skimming one hand over Travis' bare hip and then down over his thigh before he let his head fall back.

His toed off his loafers stepping out of them before he leaned against him aain, his bare chest pressed against Travis', flesh on flesh.

Nakedness was never really something one gets specifically used to, unless you're a nudist or an exhibitionist. And Travis really was neither. But he was also rather focused on the person he was pressing against as opposed to his own internal considerations.

He pushed away from the door and towards the bed, deciding that it would be so much better to do this there than at the doorway. His hands never left their spot on Marc's rear, not until he reached his destination. Then they came away and lingered at his side before reaching up and pushing the other onto the bed.

"It's time for the main event."

Marc landed on the bed with an oomph and a chuckle before wriggling out of his slacks and his boxers and then resting back on his elbows beckoning him forward, "Do you know what you're doing?" He asked gently before sitting up and pulling Travis down ontop of him. Capturing his mouth soft and slow.

He came down, sliding confidently into the kiss and pressing up against him as much as possible. The contact was awesome, and he couldn't get enough of it. He moved to deepen the kiss, deciding that answering was just not as important as the inside of Marc's mouth, while his hands made a point to run along his sides, tracing the other body roughly and mapping it out.

He groaned writhing beneath him, arms sides and thighs moing into his touch as he moaned into Travis' mouth, lost in the ravenous kiss.

His own hands slid over Travis' muscled back as he arched up against him, feeling every inch of him as he kissed and pawed at him, hot and hungry. His skin burning under the rough touch of his wandering hands.

It wasn't for a while, but eventually Travis pulled away from the kiss and away from the naked body under him. He stared down at him, hungry eyes hidden behind amber shades, licking his lips before shifting downwards and hovering his face above Marc's stomach. With one deep breath, he leaned in and pressed his lips against the flesh, lapping at the skin with his tongue.

Marc arched up deliciously, as a soft gutteral moan left his lip and his eyes shot open. He groaned his fingers tangling in Travis' hair and pawed over the back of his neck and his shoulders. "Okay..." he got out breathless. "You know what you're doing."

"Fucking right I know what I'm doing." He muttered lifting up just long enough to move down a little further and repeat the same act. His hands made for the man's sides, taking them firmly as he continued his actions on Marc's body.

[ooc: Gonna have to hole out replying until Tuesday, when I'm off work. Sorry.]

He groaned arching up his face flushed as his hips lifted up into the touch. His hands pawing at him as he writhed breathless swearing gently under his breath. "Travis..." he whispered before chuckling softly, "Do those glasses come off?"

[OOC: That's cool:)]

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