whiskey, smoke and aces high

bandcamp

A lot's been changin' lately and I can't tell
If it's me or if it's everybody else

"Oi yourself." Remi chimes back brightly, folding his hands beneath his head and giving his ceiling an appraising look. The heat from his groin has settled in his cheeks, and as Ronin slithers from beneath his bed, he's already ordering them food in his mind.

"Oh?" Leaning his head forward and doing a half-crunch in the process to regard Ronin, Remi raises a brow. "Safe, yes. But you did break-in. I absolutely think that means you're a burglar." Pulling a face, he sits up all the way that he might help Ronin onto the bed. "And don't call me Mr. Abruzzo. It makes me feel like I'm about to go into a very boring meeting."

Fuck, but Ronin was attractive. Thoughts of late-night take-out begin to bleed away as Remi's eyes settle on the bullet wound on Irish's chest, his fingers reaching for the other man's hand to tug him...just onto the bed? ontop of him? "Maybe since your shop is so close...I could leave a spare key there.."

we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses
So stop and sm?ll the fuckin' roses

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!