I Wish I Had a Castle in the Sky ( OPEN )

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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: All over America
WHEN: Nov. 14th-24th
WHAT: The Cosmic Cube is creating multiple realities for all the imPorts. Where are these "universes" coming from and who is wielding it? Are you strong enough to withstand the temptation of a new reality and thwart this misguided attempt at happiness?
WARNINGS: N/A

Hey, Davis! Did you move anything? I've got that Barnes kid's stuff logged. [ He has a digital tablet propped up on a clean, steel table full of plastic bags and baskets filled the different paraphernalia. It's rather reminiscent to an experience in the American security line at the airport. One such basket belongs to James Buchanan Barnes. ] Think something's missing. Says six item's logged, but only—Davis?

[ The man was right there a second ago, wasn't he? Looking around there's no signs John Davis had been there at all, except for in his memory. Shit, has he been talking to himself this whole time? Well, it isn't anything important. The string bean isn't going to miss one dumb little paperweight or whatever it was.

Little does he know just how powerful it is... ]


[ John spares no time or energy leaving Cap Canaveral. He doesn't even put up his cleaning cart before he's zipping through security at the blink of an eye. People've been calling him crazy for so long it's isolated him from the regular rhythm of society, but it's all been worth it for this chance. He will be a hero finally, just like the rest of the imPorts he idolizes. People will start to think twice about him and everyone else with powers. They will have the rights they need to protect this country and keep the Commies out.

This is the energy driving him to hold a dangerous item in his possession. He doesn't know a whole lot about it, only what he's gleaned from gossip rags and conspiracy theory websites. But it's worth the chance to find himself in prison, or worse. In the security of his lonely little apartment he holds the Cube in his hands as it pours out tremendous power. Without words it becomes in tune with his inner self and his wishes. It feeds off of it to create something more than itself. In his world imPorts will have just what they want, whatever it is, however contradictory.

But in truth, what good can come out of a thief too wrapped up in his own fantasies? That is no hero, and John cannot truly control the power he is playing with. As it feeds, the air around him turns hot—too hot to even breath. It's like the oxygen is burning up before it reaches his lungs. The world around him begins to fade as he holds on for dear life, but in the end his consciousness is snuffed out; a small sacrifice for a new world. ]

Comments

[gearshifting]

[At least one of them is thinking ahead here, even if his ears are turning pink just from the thought of wearing Kyle's clothes.]

Yeah--[It comes out a bit more huskier than he meant it to, and he coughs to cover it up before trying again.]--I mean, yeah, sure, if it's cool?

[redhott]

Yeah, it's cool, man. [ Kyle tosses him a pair of clean grey sweatpants before he follows suit, stripping off his own jeans and putting on a more comfortable pair of pajamas. Usually Kyle wouldn't wear much to bed besides boxer briefs since he never gets cold, but Richie would probably flip out all over him and that's sooo not how Kyle wants to end his night. ]

[gearshifting]

[He'd rather it not come to that--the flippin out part--and he thinks it wouldn't if his brain would just shut up for a while instead of constantly making him second-guess everything with statistics and probabilities that are not the least bit helpful.

Richie catches the sweats reflexively against his chest and looks down lightly tosses them to lay over his shoulder so he can take his jeans off. Then he catches the smell of Kyle's laundry detergent and he calms down just a bit. It's cool. He's just wearing his boyfriend's clothes and sleeping in his bed with him in it. No big deal.

When he's ready and dressed he holds his hands out a bit, as if putting himself on display. The sweats are kind of loose, but not much. It's what happens when a skinny guy looses what little meat he has working out. No hips to speak of. He gives a cheeky side grin.]

Not much, but you're stuck with it. No take backs.

[redhott]

[ That makes Kyle laugh. He comes over, standing in front of Richie, and holds the two hands he offered out. Then he pulls himself in closer still and kisses Richie once more, softly. ]

No way. I got what I want.

[gearshifting]

[The kiss isn't exactly a surprise, but Richie still takes a second to respond, leaning into it just before it ends.]

You're a dumb sap. [And Richie is a sucker for saps. He goes back in for a second kiss, his hand pulling away from Kyle's so he can wrap it around the back of his neck.]

[redhott]

[ If that's the way it's going to be, Kyle is gonna get his too. He wraps his big arms around Richie's waist to keep him near and warm. They may be of a height together, but the blond is a skinny thing that Kyle can easily wrap around with his broad shoulders. ]

Well... I can't argue that.

[gearshifting]

Less talking would mean more kissing, man.

[He points that out even though the way Kyle's voice gets and the way his arms wrap around him leave his body feeling tingly wherever they touch. Being skinny and toned at the same time, does make it easier to step into that space that Kyle leaves open, the feel of his arms. It there was one thing he hadn't quite expected when they had first agreed to make it official, it was that he kind of likes it that way too.

And maybe his body likes it a bit too much at times because he's a teenage boy and can't always help that.]

[redhott]

[ He could say a lot of things right now, like "You're the one talking, dude," but he goes for a soft shrug instead and shuts Richie up with his mouth. It's all closed-mouth, but Kyle isn't looking to push for more. Being with Richie when he is feeling comfortable enough to express himself is enough.

And as for the southern territories? Well, Kyle's spent all his life ignoring his own hormonal stirrings. He can do the same for Richie so they don't ruin the mood. ]

[gearshifting]

[Being able to ignore your boyfriend's excitement to keep him from dying of embarrassment is one of the reasons Richie feels so comfortable with him. Even when he's being a jerk and poking fun at him instead. Richie smiles into the kiss, but then moves his hands to Kyle's chest to push him back a bit, towards the bed.

Not that he plans to stop kissing him while they move, so Kyle better be careful.]

[redhott]

[ Assaulted from the front, Kyle has no defenses for the rear. He makes a very bad hero right now when he almost crashes into the bed when the backs of his knees bump into it.

He gives out a laugh to play down the doofus move, but it doesn't seem to matter to any of them since Richie's still advancing on him. Kyle's warm hands boldly cup his boyfriend's flushed face to keep him right where he wants him. ]

[gearshifting]

[Richie snickers as he sees Kyle fall backwards, but closes in on him without making the joke that was sitting on the tip of his tongue. He's a nice boyfriend like that. Not to mention those warm hands are really distracting and Kyle knows it, darn him. His eyes flutter just a bit, letting that warmth bleed into him.

He lets out a soft little hum, close enough now that he is all but sitting in Kyle's lap.]

You keep doing that I'm gonna fall asleep right here.

[redhott]

That's okay... [ It's why Richie came up here in the first place, right? It really isn't much of a threat to Kyle, so he keeps touching him. His hands slide into his bright blond hair and down the back of his neck.

He turns his kisses to the guy's nose, down his cheek, up by his temple. ]

I like you a lot, Richie.

[gearshifting]

[The warmth of Richie's cheeks now doesn't have as much to do with the heat from Kyle's hands as much from his words. His breath hitches just a bit, because he knows what he should say in return. It's not like he doesn't tell his friends he likes them all the time. He and Virgil have been bros for so long they don't even bother using the words anymore.

But this is different. They've been together for a couple months now and Richie is always the one...

He laughs just a bit.]

Good, since I'm not going anywhere. I'd say I'd be stupid to dump a great guy like you, but truth is the floor's crowded downstairs and I want the bed. You're a bonus.

[He kind of sucks at this relationship thing and for some reason Kyle doesn't hold it against him.]

[redhott]

Wow... You need to get some better standards than "Does my boyfriend have a bed?"

[ With a light laugh he pulls Richie onto his side on the bed, their heads not quite making it to the pillows. ]

[gearshifting]

[And suddenly it's just that easy. Richie sometimes doesn't know how it can be that easy, but he'll take it. He snorts and his eyes roll up a bit to look at the pillow that are above their heads.]

Pillows would be great too, but hey, a bed is important. Sleeeeeep is--[Cue another large yawn]--you get the picture.

[redhott]

Well, if I remember right, you have two hands. [ So you can pull that pillow down by yourself, dude. Kyle will continue to kiss that skinny little face of yours for the time being. ]

[gearshifting]

[He makes a whining noise at the idea of having to move his arm that e isn't lying on away from Kyle at all right now. He keeps sliding his hand over the broad shoulder and bicep. His fingers massage the muscle there. His head leans more to the side to give Kyle room.]

Not worth it. [He might be sleepy, but he really doesn't want to give up the comfortable place they're in right now.]

[redhott]

Mmkay... [ That suits Kyle fine. His warm nose bumps against Richie's as he kisses him and touches him. ]

[gearshifting]

[Richie's hand moves up to the hair near the nape of Kyle's neck, carding his fingers through the hair there and massaging the skin softly. His eyes close slowly, a little smile on his lips...broken up again by another yawn.]

Geez...more tired than I thought or your bed is stupid comfy. Why haven't I slept in it before?

[Besides that pesky problem of Richie's Issues with intimacy.]

[redhott]

I don't know, man. Glad we fixed it, though.

[ His voice grows a little quieter, more intimate while his fingers gently trace his jaw and cheekbones. ]

[gearshifting]

Yeah. [Richie agrees in a softer, slurred voice. His face leans into the hand touching him, enjoying the warmth that is only sending him deeper into relaxation. He even scoots a bit closer, not much because that would take more effort than his tired body has in it, but he tries.]