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OPEN | Paint Yourself A New Life

Who: David Alleyne

helpdesk_hero, Mina Ashido

pinkxeno, Harry Osborn

nepotis, Bucky Barnes

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What: David Has Many Meetings (Including Open Post)
When: [Forward Dated] April 1st through 5th
Where: Excelsior - Guild Housing #1, Excelsior - Connoisseur Coffee,
Content Warnings: Only in Thread Labeled V - Seeking Comfort: discussion of murder of children, attempted suicide, David's death, hate crimes

I. A Home Of Clashing Styles | Closed to Mina Ashido | Excelsior - Guild Housing #1
David had been living in the guild apartment for a month now, or just a shade over, and all that time he'd been holding his tongue. Beyond introducing himself to Mina when he'd first moved in at the start of March, he had not engaged with the young woman much, and definitely didn't stay long in the public spaces of their shared home. How could he when he was faced with the absolute disaster of the appearance? A living room painted electric green with zebra stripes? Horrid. A kitchen filled with insanely colorful and not always matching touches and appliances? Oh god. Even the small touches of decoration in the public spaces made David try not to wince.

Honestly, he hadn't even invited his boyfriend over because of the state of things. Most days he just came home from work or other things, walked in the door, visibly winced, and went right to his room or attached lab. But today, as he came back from the office in full business wear, vest and long sleeve shirt and tie and all of that. And walking in like that, with his back pack and a bag of groceries for him to cook dinner, he just couldn't take it anymore.

"Just... do it like an adult," he told himself before lifting his voice, hoping it would carry to wherever his housemate was.

"Mina, can we talk for a moment?"

II. Looking At The Moving Pieces | Closed to Bucky | Excelsior - Guild Housing #1
The weekend. David made a hard and fast rule to not go into the office on weekends, which made it the perfect sort of time for outside consultations. Today was one of those instances. After a previously successful first meeting with one Bucky Barnes (because of course David had recognized the man for who he had to be) back in March, today was going to be the first full check over, for the two of them to determine if David would be a good emergency tech for the man.

David waited in the living room for the knock at the door, knowing he'd have to let the former Winter Soldier choose his own pace at being comfortable with his arrival. What what little first hand knowledge that had been shared with him by people back home, he imagined the man would be... nervous. But David couldn't be certain. He'd met people from other versions of his world, and they didn't always line up personality wise.

But he was going to do his best to support the guy, and try and hide that he might have pre-formed opinions based on a whole other man. So he kept himself quiet and patient until he heard the knock at the door. David rose quickly and moved to it, opening the door to meet the other man.

"Mister Barnes, good afternoon. Come on in. Would you like any refreshments before I guide you back to my work room?"

He had no intention of calling it a lab. Not with a man no doubt tormented by his universe's Hydra.

III. The Coffee Conundrum | Closed to Harry Osborn | Excelsior - Connoisseur Coffee
Coffee. It was something that mattered to David, quite a bit actually. Caffeine was part of his diet, perhaps more than it should be. And, until he had the money to properly kit his kitchen out with a good brewing set up, David found a local coffee shop to indulge his needs. The world had blessed him with a great coffee shop between the apartment and his office, and it was here that David appeared multiple times a day. A quick stop in first thing for a coffee on the way to work, a trip in the evening for a cup to take home, and of course this, his lunch break.

David was currently settled in the cafe as he was most afternoons, in a table near a wall that normally wasn't the most desirable area of the care. His back was to the wall, and in front of him on the smaller table was a laptop. The other chair at the table was taken up by a back pack, and taking up the rest of the room on the table was another laptop, sitting closed, which was a weird thing, unless one knew David. Truth was the two laptops were interfaced, and he was using his technopathy to boost the processing of the one he was currently working on.

Thing was most days David did this, and it wasn't a problem. But today? Today there was a convention in town, something David wasn't aware of, and the cafe had packed to almost bursting when David wasn't aware of it. He'd been too engrossed in his current design project, his attention flicking back and forth between his typing and the medical journal at his side, opened to a recent article about a new study on regenerative rates of the nervous system. Truly, he had no idea how rude he was being taking up a table that could be used by others, especially after he'd finished his packed punch and coffee just a few minutes ago.

Perhaps someone should go and shuffle the man out of the space.

IV. Wildcard | Open to all
[OOC: I'm open to anything here, giving David a chance to hang out with his standing CR or meet new people. My only rule is that interactions would happen in Excelsior. If you have an idea that the above open post doesn't allow for, either private message this account or hit me up on plurk at

churbooseanon or discord at Churby#4290. OR throw your own starter out in here. I'm happy to do many things.

IF you're looking for things that may be good hooks, David's a technopath, associated with a company that makes prosethetics and assistive technology, an accomplished chef that will be hitting up stores around the city for quality food and cookware/appliances, a technopath that will be around many computer shops, and honestly? He's a hockey nerd so you might find him at sports bars sometimes. Other than that, he'll likely often be out reading books in parks, or even just scientific journals. Guy has a spread of interests and we can talk it out to figure what might best hook a character into paying attention to him or coming over to say hi.]

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He needs so much help with trust, David. More than he knows.

The kiss is so good though. As is David's protest at being interrupted. He chuckles, stealing one last kiss before starting to disentangle.

"That's very dramatic and I swoon for the dramatic," he agrees. He needs a moment to calm himself before he gets the door. "But I would protest losing your cooking."

His hand gropes for David's leg though, squeezing. "I will get you heated again. And again."

"Yes, it is dramatic, but I'm losing this," he sighs, and untangles from Balthier so the man, who is actually dressed, can go get food for them.

"Hate the delivery guy. Truly.

"I'm not disagreeing," he says, and even as he's reluctant to end, a smile finds his lips. "And I love when you tell me you want more of me."

He stands and straightens his clothes before turning back to David for a moment. "How bad is my hair?"

"I'm desperate for more of you," David mumbles, waiting for Balthier to stand before, well, trying to adjust himself so he isn't embarrassing either of them with his partially aroused state.

"Oh it's clearly been mused by someone. But you don't have time to fix it."

Balthier would hardly find it embarrassing but of course he would want David's comfort, and not to be blasé with something David wasn't comfortable with. He's brimming with warmth at David's comment, though. He intends to keep David close all night, regardless of how heated they are.

And all he was looking for was "will not make the delivery man immensely uncomfortable" so that's enough to send him to the door, where he uses full Balthier bravado to receive the food in pajamas.

Oh, David could go with more heated, but it didn't seem to be on the table. David leans back on the couch, eyes closed, trying to mentally step himself down from 'heavy makeouts with my boyfriend' to 'time to eat'.

That doesn't mean he fixes his shirt at all.

Balthier should really ask at some point, directly, what David's comfort is with being physical, but he has a long-ingrained habit of feeling things out. And he's honestly so used to people wanting to have him quickly and then leave that he's had no real idea how to read his and David's pacing. And the novelty of being wanted without sex has its own appeal.

But yes, he could go with more heated.

He grins as he returns, enjoying that David has not immediately put himself back together. A part of him is tempted to set the food aside and climb into David's lap to resume their previous activities, but he's not sure that would be welcome, and some part of him does want David to eat after the day he's had.

"You came to let me comfort you and yet I find I'm the one who is spoiled," he says. And yeah, he's also grinning at the marks on David's neck and chest.

Wanted without sex is good too. But he needed to cool himself off now. In fact, he wishes he'd got himself some ice. But hey, he can't help that he needed the time to think and clear his mind.

Though it was a shame that Balthier didn't get into that impulse.

"Oh?" David says, a bit shocked, and clearly confused. "Spoiled?"

That's not the reaction he was expecting, and confusion knits his brow. He sets the food down and perches on the coffee table across from David, taking both his hands. And definitely still thinking about how he'd like to just climb back into that lap.

"David, I love that you came to me today. That you let me in. I love having you here. And in my arms. And in my mouth." Yeah he's not completely cooled down. And flirting is easier than sincerity.

He's struggling to put the rest into words, especially without tumbling down some monologue of how badly his last several years of relationships had gone. "The way you trust me and value me -- it's a lot. It means a lot."

Oh. Yeah, he's definitely flushing a little from the answers. Took a lot for him to not haul Balthier into his lap at that and the way it made him feel warm.

"You offered me the space, the shelter and safety. I didn't spoil you, you spoiled me. Though you should know I love being in your presence. Your arms."

And he smiles a bit more shyly now that they're out of the moment of heat. "And your mouth. That's not getting out of my head anytime soon. But yeah, I trust you. I value you. And that isn't something I see changing."

They’re going to have to work on David’s habit of deflecting compliments back at Balthier, but the conversation still has him grinning. They can both be spoiled. They can both feel warm. In fact, he prefers it.

“You know, I’m tempted to resume our previous activities and ravish you properly.”

Yeah, they will need to work on that. David's been shit at that for a long time.

"You know," David returned with a bit of a smile, "I would actually appreciate that."

Alright. He’s cooled off enough to be a little clearer headed. And he doesn’t want to risk making David uncomfortable. So he pulls David’s hands to his lips before saying, “Do not take this question as any pressure to say yes, but are we having sex today or would you prefer I keep your pants on your stunning body? I am abundantly happy with both.”

Oh wow, such a straight forward question. It leaves David quite shocked. And flushed with how forward it is. Because now he can't stop thinking about how much he'd love to see his boyfriend naked and desperate and how he'd love to enjoy that with him. But...

"Would you believe me if I said I don't know? I mean, well, I'm not going to claim I don't want to be with you, badly. I know that I was enjoying what we were up to. I guess I'm also just in a position where I want to know that you understand I want you for you, not for, well, distracting and comforting myself with your body."

"Ah yes the two months of not having sex with me despite my being in bed with you, all the love letters and gifts, and the coming to my door to cry in my arms only after I pushed you all point to your using me for my body alone."

But he's flushed and he's grinning because he loves that David is concerned about that.

"I believe your answer because I relate. Entirely. But I want to be sure my advances are wanted before I spring them on you. And to be clear you may always, always tell me to wait."

With that speech, though, he climbs to the couch, straddling himself across David's lap. His hands come to David's chest, pushing him back into the couch. "I guess that does bring us to my two rules."

Well when Balthier puts it like that it sounds silly. It sounds like he's far in his own head, which he is. Thought that evaporates a little with Balthier settling into his lap. The man truly looks beautiful there, so close, so touchable, so promising. Apparently good can wait.

Those hands push him back and frankly Balthier has no clue how hot David finds it to see them, tanned and strong fingers, smart fingers, against his own dark skin. Yeah, that is always hot.

"I have a lot more than two rules, but I'm very happy to hear these rules of yours."

David's response makes him chuckle. Always so methodical, his moon. "Well I look forward to learning them all."

He keeps pushing David back with one hand, the other coming to tilt his face up toward Balthier's. "My rules, for today: One, no damaging or staining the furniture. Two--" He squeezes David's jaw, taking a deep kiss. He cuts it short, heat already rising in him. "Be honest. Be greedy. Steer me toward what you like and dislike."

Always. Wait until the first time David decided it was his turn to take Balthier apart, touch by touch, pleasure by pleasure. Balthier better have a whole damn weekend free for that.

For now the being pushed around definitely sufficed to put an eager smile on his face. These were rules he could live with, especially if they were punctuated by Balthier's kisses being like that.

"Well, I think I've already steered you toward one like. Don't hold back, if you feel compelled to make. I love that."

Possession made him feel wanted, made the good feelings linger after all had come to pass.

"And I would never dream of staining or damaging the furniture. Not anything of quality anyway."

Note to self: acquire sturdy desk for his own bedroom for being Balthier over, just so he doesn't have to worry about damages.

He’s going to break Balthier is what he’s going to do, and when Balthier recovers from the shock he’s going to be elated.

He also will have a hearty laugh at David’s desk considerations and be thrilled to test said sturdiness.

But today he just grins at his beautiful, impossible love. “As you wish.”

He kisses the top of David’s head, then down his forehead, turning his face to kiss his temple and cheek bone. His other hand digs into the man’s chest. All of him is so warm and beautiful.

Well, those are laughs and breathless elations that would be for another day. For now his attention would be on the partner and the path they're walking themselves down. Or perhaps preparing to gallop down.

"I just wish for you," David says, his voice a bit breathless. "Though I'm moved by how tender you're being in such a position of power. I think I like that too."

Oh if David knew how comforting it was to hear that. And if he’s honest, a turn on itself.

“You are precious to me,” he says, another kiss on the corner of David’s mouth. “How could I not be tender?”

He turns David’s face back to him, meeting his gaze steadily. David needs to know that’s Balthier. That that support and kindness is there regardless of what else is happening.

And then he leans in to take David’s warm, succulent lips in his, biting hard.

"Yeah, you said something earlier about me being your treasure," David hummed happily. Of course then he's being held in Balthier's gaze. Weird how that's got his heart racing so fast, right? Maybe not. But damn it felt like it, and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself. Just in time for Balthier to bite.

Back to that, he moans. That was just beautiful. His hands finally find their way to Balthier's hips, and his fingers grip tightly to try and keep himself from reacting too much and possibly hurting himself.

Those hands firm against his hips are heavenly, and with the moan cause him to buck just a little, a shiver running through him.

He slides his hand from David’s chest to the back of his neck, holding his head as he deepens that kiss, tongue demanding entry. He curls his fingers into flesh, gripping hard, and his thighs press in around the other man.

David is his. And this time his doesn’t suppress it when his body involuntarily arches toward the other man.

That's a good reaction, that bucking of hips. David files it away and, after a second of thought, throws up an extra layer of mental defenses. He doesn't want to accidentally pry into his love's mind, and who knew what this would do to him.

While that's happening he opens his mouth, letting Balthier lead the kiss. Not that he completely demurs before it, meeting Balthier's tongue with his own, hoping to have the chance to explore.

And his hands? Oh they are so done with this shirt. They release Balthier's hips and move to try and get the shirt off of his love. He wants that skin bare to his fingers.

The respect for his privacy is, while not immediately recognized in this moment, something Balthier deeply likes about David.

Right now he’s completely focused on the way David’s tongue is pressing back, eager to have a dance of another kind. But then David’s hands are pulling at his shirt. That might have been the only thing that could get Balthier to relinquish the kiss, but he does with a laugh, leaning back to assist in pulling the shirt off. He was wondering how much longer it would last.

And when he does, David gets a view of a muscle torso and plenty of golden chest hair, narrowing into a strip as it gets closer to his pant line. And you can bet Balthier knows the best way to take off his shirt to show off.

“How do I look?” he teases. He slides one hand up the side of David’s thigh as he asks, taking a handful of hip when he reaches it.

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