(CM) Sweet Tea and Macaroni [Tom]

Zell · Aug 21, 2015

@"Tom Marvolo Riddle"

Sid rubbed his face. He couldn't believe that it was possible for him to ache this much.

He dragged his feet along the concrete, running his fingers through his hair once--then again--maybe once more--before finally mentally saying 'fuck it' and shoving his hands into his pockets, kicking out his legs with every stride and regarding the high class area around him.

The drow knew the way to the Crowther Mansion without even having to think about it. He was a party animal by nature, and he considered no party quite complete without his presence and gravitational pull of just being totally awesome. You couldn't argue with that. Clarence had said something about shirts and pants, and while if this had been one of the party situations he would have seen nothing wrong with showing up in skivvies, considering the high class neighborhood he had to walk through and then the long stretch of nothingness, coupled with the fact that it was the middle of the day and he hadn't been pre-gaming with jello shots, he figured he'd at least try to look decent today.

And decent meant--you guess it!--a shirt!

That wasn't to say the drow was suddenly wearing a button up. His fuckboy nature and RIPPLING PECTORAL MUSCLES wouldn't allow it. Instead, as he dragged his feet up to the manor and texted Clarence that he was here, he wore a sleeveless hoodie with the hood pulled up to hide the fact that he probably looked as shitty as he was feeling.

As he waited he flashed his front facing camera. The drow looked tired, and his head was starting to sport the beginnings of actual hair, as opposed to the tasteful amount of fuzz he kept there to keep his bald head from shining in the sun like an onyx marble.

Another sigh. He just hoped Clarence wouldn't poke too much fun at his less than stellar appearance.

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Aug 21, 2015

Okay. So if Clarence claimed he hadn't been sitting around looking out windows for a while now, he'd be a filthy liar. His briefly vibrating pocket was practically unnecessary, as he'd been squinting out again just that second and- oh good fucking god what is-- Clarence leapt to his feet and raced through a few rooms - what the hell happened to him this time and - skidded through the main hall - why did he come here like that I could've gotten him the nicest of cars and an icepack and—

Clarence vaguely attempted to adjust himself to jogging rather than outright running when he got out the double front doors (not really caring about the fact that he was just... leaving them open), just to keep some sort of respectable appearance as an instinct, and also to not barrel into someone who was clearly already not having a good time. At least Clarence couldn't really get out of breath either way.

He came to a stop in front of Sid, just a bit too far into his personal space bubble, face probably a bit intense. He was quiet for a moment, but only for a moment. His face very quickly turned openly concerned, as well his voice. "I have so many things to say to you right now, involving things like what happened to you, why are you out and not resting, why did you WALK HERE-" He stopped himself, biting his lip and taking a breath. God, he sounded like his mother when she got in her true mom-mode. He brought a hand up, hesitantly, almost touching Sid's face but resisting that urge out of even more worry. "...But that can wait until I get you inside and feed you. Christ. Maybe some ice or bandages too? Maybe, maybe..."

He continued to mutter things under his breath, but curled a careful arm around Sid's waist and started steering him in the direction of indoors and safety, and everyone's favorite, keeping an eye on the menace that keeps getting hurt and needs to be forced to lie down if Clarence's not-life depended on it.

Zell · Aug 21, 2015

@"Tom Marvolo Riddle"

The drow waited for Clarence, kicking imaginary pebbles and picking imaginary lint balls off his hoodie. His whole body felt like it was throbbing--his head felt like someone had driven a steel pipe straight through to middle, and every part of his torso felt like it was minutely on fire--even the feeling of fabric against freshly-knitted scar tissue added to his pain.

Not to mention his lip was still busted from his intense date with the wall, and his eye was swollen--from a completely unrelated incident. Of course he could still see out of it, but with his lip having seen better days and his eye not cooperating, he couldn't see himself putting his piercings in correctly.

To be perfectly honest, it felt like he was out and about totally naked.

He rehearsed in his mind what he would say, how his tone should sound, how his spine should be to give the illusion that despite how bad it seemed, he really was okay Clarence honest--

Large ears picked up the sound of Clarence's shoes making frantic contact with his fancy floors and he drew his shoulders back, straightened his legs, put on his rehearsed face, adjusted his hood so that it hid his ruined eye and bashed lip and was just about to raise his hand in greeting to his favorite donut when he launched into a spiel that was.... just a little too much for him to process at the moment. Admittedly though, anything at all was a bit much for him to process. Even the opulence of a manor he'd been inside of multiple times was making his head swim.

Maybe walking here had been a bad idea after all....

He felt an arm get wrapped around his waist that ushered him into the manor, looking over the place with a practiced look that was more for the sake of a refresher than anything else.

As Clarence lead him through the halls, he didn't know what to say. It felt weird being in his house in the daytime, where there was no pulsating music and undulating bodies and booze flowing like water from more taps than he could count. It was bright and open and so large. It felt like he and Clarence were the only ones around.

It was.... really weird.

He pulled down his hood, revealing the full damage of his face, running his fingers through his hair to avoid giving his friend a good look at his face. "So, how's stuff been on the Clarence side? Good? Man, this place is even nicer in the day time."

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Aug 21, 2015

Clarence was mentally fussing over Sid the whole time he was leading him towards to kitchens. He hadn't even been actually taking the idea seriously, but he was definitely making Sid some very warm and melty not-from-a-box macaroni and cheese. As well as possibly sneaking over a med kit. Or, or, that nice aloe vera potion-y concoction thing his mom favored so much, just rub it on this absolute menace's face and be done with it, seeing he might get whiny over anything else. Clarence could out-whine him on all of this, however, that much he was damn sure of.

Clarence wished he wasn't magically useless even more than usual right now. Just throw a few healing spells around and be done with it, easy. Well. He was definitely better than nothing, when it was Sid he was dealing with. He was catching up on that pretty quick.

"...Oh, Sid. Sid." Clarence's chest was doing that weird, bad thing again while he looked over his friend. He was swimming in a mix of the most awful worry, and what kept happening in his chest- he was sure he was a damn open book right then. This was too much of a personal situation for Clarence to even make an attempt at his usual poker face. There wasn't anyone looking at them and that was, admittedly, really fucking weird. So Clarence was even more off guard and unsteady here... but he was too distracted to feel at all sick about that. Too distracted with feeling sick in other ways, over fucking strong emotions he'd never learned how to handle feeling in the first place.

He insistantly sat Sid down at the kitchen island, in a chair that was decently cushy. "Okay I'm... I'm going to start up that damn mac'n'cheese for you. Then maybe move you to a couch, or a bed, later for more comfort, but... eating first, I want to make sure you eat. Even still, feel free to put your arms on the counter and rest your head on top of 'em." Hopefully Sid was actually registering at least half of what Clarence was frantically rambling on about. Speaking of registering things, Clarence very lately did so with what Sid had first said. He blinked. "I'll... uh, I'll be doing best when I know you're settled in properly," he mumbled.

Clarence very quickly made himself busy with getting together ingredients and cooking utensils. He knew he was more than skilled at this stuff, and it helped him to feel more at ease and in control. He shot Sid little glances when he could. "You got any requests for this, any mac'n'cheese preferences, or should I just go wild? Want anything to drink? I mentioned tea before..."

Zell · Aug 21, 2015

@"Tom Marvolo Riddle"

Sid let himself be led into the kitchen, his stomach grumbling minutely at the possibility of macaroni and cheese in his stomach. Clarence had also said something about tea, and if his tea didn't have at least four sugars in it then he would be upset. Not in a 'throwing a fit' kinda way, more like a 'i need this please the sugar helps me feel better' kinda way. Since the doctors were very clear he was supposed to stay away from alcohol, sugar was his next best thing. Though, he supposed if he wanted to be technical a total abstinence from anything that could be considered not healthy would be the best way to follow "doctors orders" but hey.

No one was perfect.

He let himself be sat in a cushy chair, and watched Clarence move around in his kitchen. This felt.... wonderfully surreal, almost like it was something that happened to them daily. He let his mind wander, not that he could control it well right now, to images of him falling gracelessly into a chair in the early mists of morning, eyes welded shut by crust and good dreams, curling over a cup of coffee that definitely hadn't there before, as Clarence settled in to one side of him and teased out details of his nightly thoughts before the caffeine woke up his brain enough to coyly hide secrets.

Fuck.

He snapped back to reality when he heard Clarence address him.

Sid settled in on the counter, already feeling tired. Nowadays he started feeling sleepy when his head was even slightly horizontal. "Just fuck me up." he murmured softly in response to macaroni and tea. Drown him in food and drinks. Do it.

There was a silence and then, extremely late, "I'd be more than willing to lay in a bed if you share it with me." It was probably meant to be Sid's natural brand of flirtatious teasing-but-not-really; the line delivered with a smirk and quirked eyebrow where you knew that he was making a genuine request. But instead of that standard delivery, it sounded more like he was saying it while half asleep.

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Aug 21, 2015

There was some sort of energy here that made Clarence feel like he should be flustered as fuck, but that he couldn't really pin down enough for that.

With Sid half dozing and Clarence just keeping a gentle eye on him, the cooking seeming to be going by fast enough. With the macaroni prep taken care of and going well, Clarence was able to slide Sid a small platter with a warm mug of peppermint tea, and a little bowl of sugarcubes.

Clarence busied himself a little more, finishing up and putting the casserole dish of mac'n'cheese in one of the ovens to bake for thirty minutes. He set a timer, got out two bowls and forks to wait on the counter, all very perfectly ordered and neat as always. He heard Sid's late return comment while he was putting things in the sink, dishwasher, and general things back where they belonged.

Clarence smiled and pulled a seat up close to Sid's before slipping in and sitting down. He rested his face in one palm, elbow on the counter, and reached up to set his free hand on that scruff of hair Sid had going. "Yeah, sure, whatever you want, sleepyhead. I'll nap with you. I mean, that was what I was planning anyway- gotta lay on you to make sure you don't get up and do anything reckless. Just for a while. Probably can't keep you from trouble, but I can make this count." He'd started off being a bit teasing, but then faded into actual musings. He tilted his head, trying to match the horizontal Sid level for proper watching-over activities. Probably looked a bit silly, but he didn't currently care.

Zell · Aug 22, 2015

@"Tom Marvolo Riddle"

As the drow sat at the island, his mind running everywhere and nowhere, his legs kicked back and forth, occasionally catching on the lip of the soft chair he'd been left in.

He hand reached out for the mug, only straightening the minimal amount to blow into the mug, give it a sip, and then reach to an ornate little boat of probably high quality sugar cubes worth more than his entire outfit into his tea. He dropped in four, gave it a sip, and then a fifth before actually starting to drink. As he reached the bottom and the undissolved sugar slid into his mouth and on his tongue, he let out a little shudder before nestling into his arms again.

Sid could see Clarence come over and settle into the chair beside him, feeling his hand running through his limited hair and purring, nuzzling against his hand.

The look Sid gave him was uncharacteristically slow and soft, strangely unguarded. "I'd like that," he said softly, shifting his head just enough that their noses bumped lightly before returning to his original position. "I used to have this pet- not supposed to have pets where I'm from, most of them'll kill ya- but not this one. Big old dog with hair like a Rothe- you ever seen a Rothe? Kinda a mix between sheep and yaks, big hairy things--

"Anyways, I named him Urtzzpit, and when I whistled he would come over to me and at bedtime I just to lay down to meditate- back then wasn't allowed to sleep, yanno, only meditate. Felt good but you don't have as nice dreams- he would come and just lay on me. Big old dog. Made me feel nice and safe." Sid rambled, looking Clarence in the eyes and blinking slowly. His expression seemed wistful and somewhat distant.

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Aug 22, 2015

Something shifted oddly in Clarence, more than before even- watching Sid, getting that look, the purring and the nose bump and the rambling and. Everything all at once. Clarence was more charmed by Sid's usual seduction tactics than he'd ever admit to, but this was somehow ten times more effective. And the norm was already working. Clarence swallowed, shifted, tried not to think about taking advantage of the guy that was half asleep in his kitchen, giving him too much gentle attention. God did he try.

He listened to Sid talk about his dog, let the tone and expression that went along with the story get to him, felt his chest ache. Pet what hair he had. Felt odd from being trusted with any stories at all. Wondered if he could lay on Sid and help make him feel safe- oh, he kept getting more ridiculous. What was he even doing?

Something a bit desperate and overwhelmed flashed in Clarence's emotions, and oh, oh no, he really needed to do something to express it. Oh no. Ohhhh no. The boy leaned over and kissed Sid with all too many feelings and all too warm of a face.

Zell · Aug 22, 2015

@"Tom Marvolo Riddle"

"Big ol' dog...." he muttered so softly even he could barely hear it, letting the feeling of Clarence petting him both keep him wide awake and put him to sleep. He straddled the line between complete cognizance and total sleep, with small details of his kitchen coming in clearly and other details existing just outside his comprehension.

Sid blinked languidly at Clarence, the color of his hair coming in so clearly along with the temperature of his skin that was just a smidge cooler than his own, but he was a furnace, and was always warm one way or another.

The drow watched his rich friend move, but didn't completely understand his motion until he felt lips on his, warmth radiating from his face and burnishing his own. Sid's lips tingled like Clar was doing something to him, casting some kind of magic. He was perfectly fine just accepting that this was a product of a nonexistant magic spell--he was too out of it to comprehend the tingles as emotions.

But kissing was something he didn't really need his brain for. Sid leaned into Clarence's lips, returning it slowly as one hand reached up to touch his cheek and the other supported him against the island's top.

God, between Clarence and Lei he was finding himself in a whirlwind of strange feelings. He would kiss Lei sometimes--a lot, actually--and found that he liked it. It made his lips tingle and his cheeks ache and it made his stomach fill with a warmth that would pulse all over his body and settle in his fingertips. No one else got that feeling from him. He thought it was Lei. He thought it was magic.

But it wasn't Lei, was it, he wondered. No, it couldn't have been. The familiar tingles on his lips, the warmness in his stomach that he knew would bubble over and settle all over his body--he felt it as he kissed Clarence too.

He broke the kiss but only a little bit. He liked it, he wanted to keep kissing him, that was the only thing on his mind.

Well. That and macaroni.

Finally, he muttered, "Do I get more kisses if I go to bed with you?" his voice held a hint of teasing and a lot of sincere wishing.

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Aug 23, 2015

To Clarence's great, great credit, he only whined a little when what was happening- and what went so much better than expected- stopped. If his face (along with other places) was warm before, it was burning now, expression an odd mix of determined and at a loss. He can't believe he started that in an attempt to calm his emotions down. Now they were worse. He couldn't really think all that straight, but he knew it was worse. He felt like squirming, and he thought his fingers were shaking a little.

Clarence's head fell to look down at himself- he'd moved, rather unconsciously, as close to Sid as he could without crawling into the other's damn lap or falling off his chair. And the lap thing, now that he was actually thinking about it, was both hard to resist and hard to get off his mind again. Fuck.

Head still down- he smiled a little, and laughed- half nervous, half giddy, like he was years younger. "...Yeah. Yeah, Sid, I think so," he said, in a very small voice for a Crowther. "I'd enjoy that."

The timer was going off. Clarence almost jumped. Then, he licked his lips and slipped away, regretfully, to the oven. He took out the macaroni, which smelled as well as looked pretty great, with floral print oven mitts. He let it cool for a moment, tapping his fingers on his leg now, before dishing it into the bowls he'd grabbed before. He felt like he going too fast and not fast enough, just, in general. It was weird.

He set down a bowl in front of Sid and sat back down with his own, not bothering to adjust how scooted up his spot had gotten to Sid's. Multiple types of melty cheeses, crumbles of crust, butter, and milk. Clarence thought he could boast to making better versions of most well known comfort foods. And, well, Sid deserved as much. Oof. He was getting to be such a softie, it would be cringe worthy if he wasn't already busy melting over all this. So maybe he should consider himself lucky.

Clarence made an effort to eat and not stare. Or think too hard.

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(CM) Sweet Tea and Macaroni [Tom]

Zell

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Tom Marvolo Riddle

the dark lord

Zell

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Tom Marvolo Riddle

the dark lord

Zell

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Tom Marvolo Riddle

the dark lord

Zell

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Tom Marvolo Riddle

the dark lord

Zell

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Tom Marvolo Riddle

the dark lord