( open ) sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean

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Who: Loki Odinson (dothelokimotion) + Kyle Rayner (torchbearer) + Gabby Kinner (honeybadgerer) + YOU
What: TDM + SOTU prompts
When: During Late September / October
Where: Around, will specify in prompt
Content Warnings: N/A

( prompts in comments below. if anyone wants something specific, hit me up @ timmtams / pm )

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[torchbearer]

Who do I look like, you?

[ but he has prepared a bike at the end of the staircase. one that can fly, obviously. ]

[reneger]

I wouldn't put it above you.

( but the bike is nice. look at kyle, remembering how jason likes to ride in style. they're up high enough that jason figures no one from the ground can see them, and anyone up here - well. who cares. jason leans in close to kyle, raises a hand to try and tangle gloved fingers into his hair.

doesn't lean in yet. )

Hey.

[torchbearer]

[ he smiles, leaning into the touch. ]

Hey.

[reneger]

( jason's head tips, like he's--planning on going for a kiss, but he doesn't. just gently combs fingers through kyle's hair instead. lowers his voice; the grin on his lips turns feral. )

If you keep letting your guard down 'round me, I'm gonna wreck you.

[torchbearer]

[ kyle's grin is not as sharp, he's not that kind of guy, but it is cheeky. ]

Promises, promises.

[reneger]

( the kiss, when he does bridge the distance between them, feels like the exact opposite of the kind of wrecking jason's expression implies. his grip softens, palm curling against the back of kyle's head to move him how jason wants. it's gentle, the pressure of jason's mouth against his before he's trying to coax his way deeper, even stepping closer so they're pressed chest-to-chest.

crowding his way right into kyle's space, regardless of how far off the ground they are. )

[torchbearer]

[ it's not like kyle can fall. he slips his arms around jason, eager for the kiss, threading his fingers in jason's hair. ]

[reneger]

( it feels nice.

it's the kind of touch jason craves; soft and gentle, erring on the side of too soft. not without passion, but--without the rough edge jason carries with him near-constantly. kyle's hand moves into his hair, and jason gives a soft, pleased sound. shudders at the feeling of fingers moving through dark strands, before he's--pulling back. just enough to kiss the corner of kyle's mouth. )

Mm, yeah. It'll be easy.

[torchbearer]

[ he runs his thumb over jason's bottom lip. ]

You think so, huh?

[reneger]

( jason melts into it.

like someone flicked a switch. his shoulders slump a little--losing that tense line he usually holds himself in. lips part, and jason opens his eyes to offer kyle a little loopy grin before he's nipping at the tip of kyle's thumb. )

You're squishy in the right places.

[torchbearer]

[ it's a good thing kyle is pretty certain of himself, otherwise he would take that badly. but he knows the difference between what jason is telling him and what jason is telling himself. ]

You make it sound like I'm out of shape.

[reneger]

( he snorts, gives a little half-laugh along with it as jason lowers a hand to slide fingers against kyle's ribcage. )

You know damn well you aren't. It's here, ( palm raising, to press flat against kyle's chest - just over his heart. ) that's soft.

[torchbearer]

That's on purpose, you know.

[ it's a deliberate choice. and it works well in his favor. to be soft to the point of being underestimated and to be soft because other people need you to be. ]

[reneger]

I know.

( his hand stays on kyle's chest, the other one curling around his jawline as jason presses the bridges of their noses together. just--enjoys being in his space comfortably for a minute. )

's what makes you strong. I couldn't.

( jason is all fire--burning hot and bright and taking down everything in it's path. he feels so much, and covers it with snark and attitude, because the moment he lets himself be vulnerable is the moment he knows it's over for him. he doesn't have that kind of inner strength, to let his heart bleed visibly and just--be fine with it. kyle wears his heart where everyone can see it; jason holds his tight to his chest in a small locked cage, visible if one is looking but not within reach. )

[torchbearer]

Then don't.

[ kyle closes his hand on top of jason's. ]

I'll be soft enough for you.

[reneger]

( it makes his heart ache.

jason couldn't put it into words. wouldn't know where to start--that kyle both makes his skin crawl with just how open he is, but how much jason wants it, too. how much he wants to press in closer to kyle, hold onto him so tight he's got no room to move, how jason wants to keep his arms wrapped around him but also how much it terrifies him. he figures kyle gets it, but that--also doesn't make the feeling any better, because he doesn't like being known like that, even if all he wants is someone who does know him. understands jason's a mess and doesn't know what to do with himself half the time, knows them knowing that also makes him want to turn tail and fuck off for forever, find a corner to hide in where no one'll ever be able to find him.

he pulls in a shaky breath, curls fingers into kyle's and holds on tight. gives himself another moment, another breath, to pull himself together, before he's pressing a quick kiss to kyle's mouth and pulling away with a snarky grin that doesn't reach his eyes. )

You gonna ride, too, or are you flying? ( with a nod back to the construct bike. )

[torchbearer]

[ kyle glances at the bike, bemused. ]

I think I'll have a ride. It'll be a waste otherwise.