[He takes Ferran's hand and starts sucking on his middle finger in prelude, keeping eye contact with Zetta while doing it while also trying to stay aware of how Riley might be reacting to all this.]
[Zetta's gaze sharpens to something predatory as she struggles to keep from abruptly pouncing on him. Fuck he always looks so fucking good when he does this shit --
Meanwhile, Riley blushes hard. The old discomfort rises up again, as he isn't sure what he should do. This isn't meant for him -- Not that he expects to be actively excluded, but... This is clearly for Ferran and for Zetta. He just happens to be here for it. He starts to wonder how he can excuse himself to give them their space, their time together, without upsetting any of them.]
Riley looks embarrassed again. This time, he ends up saying something about it. Namely,] I can go keep watch by the door. You know, in case one of the settlers comes to check in.
[Ferran turns his focus from Deacon to Riley. He doesn't want Riley to go. But he doesn't want to make him stay if he's uncomfortable. And if he's uncomfortable watching Deacon blow him, then the only solution is to have Deacon not blow him.
He sighs. This would be ever so much easier if Riley and Deacon couldn't keep their hands off each other as much as Ferran can't keep his hands off of both of them.]
Don't be an idiot. You'll freeze your arse off for no good cause.
I'd be alright. I want you guys to be able to be together without having to worry about me all the time.
[Zetta levels him with one of her looks, the kind that tips him off that she knows what he's thinking before she verbalizes it.] You think you're intruding. Again.
[Riley half-grins, sheepish now.] Aren't I, though?
No, I know. And it's not -- It's not like that, just... [Riley scrubs a hand through his hair.] We still need more time. We're still getting to know each other. And I don't want to put strain on things in the meantime -- Things are going to be awkward, I mean, but -- I guess it'd be better to say I know we're not ready, if that's even something we ever decide to do. So I don't want to push any boundaries.
And either way -- I meant what I said. I want everyone to be able to be together without worrying about... anything. So if it means waiting in the other room or whatever, I don't mind. I really don't.
I'd consider it if I thought that you'd take a turn being selfish later, so it'd all balance out. But I'm pretty sure you don't know how to do selfish, so I've gotta turn the offer down.
[Deacon doesn't like the idea of pushing Riley aside to steal time with Zetta and Ferran--even with permission--and not being able to return the favor.]
[He does have a point in that Riley wouldn't want to ask him to step out. If he could make it convincing, Riley would try to lie and say that he will do it in the future, but... He knows better. None of them would believe it.]
Riley. [Zetta is using one of her tones he's only ever really heard her use on him, her "I'm prepared to make an executive decision" voice. It's also the tone she uses to cut through his thoughts when they're spinning, which is definitely what's happening here.] If you stayed and participated, would you be uncomfortable?
[... oh. Well, then. Speaking of them knowing better, huh? Riley rubs the back of his neck.] I... I don't know. I mean -- I don't... I don't want to make it sound like --
You can go if you're uncomfortable. But if you're not, you should stay. Alright?
Wow, sounds like we've been told. And she says she doesn't want to be in charge of things.
Just adding that if you're good watching but don't want to participate, I'm cool with that. Or if you want to jump in, I'm cool with that, too.
[He props himself up on his elbow.]
By the way, if you do leave I will totally sneak off some time when you're making out with Zetta or Ferran so you can have some private fuck time with them, and you can't stop me.
[Zetta's called him out, and Deacon's stepping right around it anyway. Riley feels strangely relieved about that. He feels like he's gone from feeling cornered to someone opening a back door. And given the annoyed look on Zetta's face, she can tell, somehow. But he doesn't think she'll stay annoyed long, not when he feels like he can finally say this.]
I... I just -- I don't... Honestly, I don't know what I'll be -- comfortable doing. But I'd feel bad if I... If I make you think I don't... no. I don't know. [Well, so much for that. He half-laughs at himself.] I guess... I don't know. I guess I'll stay for now. And we can... see what happens.
[Deacon considers. He could still call the whole thing off. Sure, Ferran would be disappointed about not getting off, but he'd cope. But it probably would be good for them to know where the boundaries are right now and they only way they'll figure that out is trial and error.]
Okay.
[He's going to need to take off his shades for this. It's okay, he can do this. If Riley is going to push on his boundaries, so can Deacon. He whips off the sunglasses and tosses them to Zetta and proclaims:]
Clear the runway, I'm coming in!
[And dives under the blankets, wiggling down to get his head around waist-level-ish with Ferran.]
[Zetta catches the sunglasses with both her hands, and isn't sure whether or not she's surprised he actually took them off. She certainly isn't complaining, but --
Oh, jesus christ. She rolls her eyes.] You're so fucking weird. [But she shifts to set his sunglasses safely next to her pack, then settles up against Riley's side.
He leans into her, hand seeking hers, and he grips her fingers tight. She huffs quietly and kisses his temple.] And you, [she murmurs,] are an idiot. [Riley laughs quietly in response.]
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Oh yeah. That sexy synth detective. Mmm-mmm.
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Jesus fucking christ. If you came in his mouth, it'd be such a goddamn mess. Because of the fucking... hole in the side of his face.
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[Deacon says brightly. Ferran rolls up against Deacon and nips at his ear.]
I do hope all this talk of Valentine blowjobs means you're planning to suck me off tonight.
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Seconded. It's been a while since you have.
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[He takes Ferran's hand and starts sucking on his middle finger in prelude, keeping eye contact with Zetta while doing it while also trying to stay aware of how Riley might be reacting to all this.]
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Meanwhile, Riley blushes hard. The old discomfort rises up again, as he isn't sure what he should do. This isn't meant for him -- Not that he expects to be actively excluded, but... This is clearly for Ferran and for Zetta. He just happens to be here for it. He starts to wonder how he can excuse himself to give them their space, their time together, without upsetting any of them.]
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I've been thinking it's maybe time to change the Railroad call sign. What do you guys think?
[Intentionally being a brat and derailing the mood with work talk, just because he loves to rile them up.]
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I think you should shut the hell up and stay on topic.
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Okay, okay.
We were talking about synth genitalia, right? Do you think the Institute builds them with cut or uncut dicks? The ones that have dicks, that is.
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But then she answers:] Uncut, or else they'd have to modify the genetics solely to change their dicks.
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[Or an answer to come so promptly and decisive.]
This is all well and good, but can we get back to the important matter of blowing me?
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Riley looks embarrassed again. This time, he ends up saying something about it. Namely,] I can go keep watch by the door. You know, in case one of the settlers comes to check in.
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He sighs. This would be ever so much easier if Riley and Deacon couldn't keep their hands off each other as much as Ferran can't keep his hands off of both of them.]
Don't be an idiot. You'll freeze your arse off for no good cause.
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[Zetta levels him with one of her looks, the kind that tips him off that she knows what he's thinking before she verbalizes it.] You think you're intruding. Again.
[Riley half-grins, sheepish now.] Aren't I, though?
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And either way -- I meant what I said. I want everyone to be able to be together without worrying about... anything. So if it means waiting in the other room or whatever, I don't mind. I really don't.
oh noes! thy power is waning!
[Deacon doesn't like the idea of pushing Riley aside to steal time with Zetta and Ferran--even with permission--and not being able to return the favor.]
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Riley. [Zetta is using one of her tones he's only ever really heard her use on him, her "I'm prepared to make an executive decision" voice. It's also the tone she uses to cut through his thoughts when they're spinning, which is definitely what's happening here.] If you stayed and participated, would you be uncomfortable?
[... oh. Well, then. Speaking of them knowing better, huh? Riley rubs the back of his neck.] I... I don't know. I mean -- I don't... I don't want to make it sound like --
You can go if you're uncomfortable. But if you're not, you should stay. Alright?
[Dammit.]
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Just adding that if you're good watching but don't want to participate, I'm cool with that. Or if you want to jump in, I'm cool with that, too.
[He props himself up on his elbow.]
By the way, if you do leave I will totally sneak off some time when you're making out with Zetta or Ferran so you can have some private fuck time with them, and you can't stop me.
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I... I just -- I don't... Honestly, I don't know what I'll be -- comfortable doing. But I'd feel bad if I... If I make you think I don't... no. I don't know. [Well, so much for that. He half-laughs at himself.] I guess... I don't know. I guess I'll stay for now. And we can... see what happens.
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Okay.
[He's going to need to take off his shades for this. It's okay, he can do this. If Riley is going to push on his boundaries, so can Deacon. He whips off the sunglasses and tosses them to Zetta and proclaims:]
Clear the runway, I'm coming in!
[And dives under the blankets, wiggling down to get his head around waist-level-ish with Ferran.]
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Oh, jesus christ. She rolls her eyes.] You're so fucking weird. [But she shifts to set his sunglasses safely next to her pack, then settles up against Riley's side.
He leans into her, hand seeking hers, and he grips her fingers tight. She huffs quietly and kisses his temple.] And you, [she murmurs,] are an idiot. [Riley laughs quietly in response.]
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[Ferran's sentence breaks off with a gasp, his eyes fluttering. Deacon isn't wasting any time getting started.]
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... still, she can't keep from teasing.] Problem, darling?
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[Ferran's voice is breathier than before. Underneath the blankets he spreads his legs to give Deacon more room.]
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