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mercenary time

[It had been out of boredom primarily. A severe lack of anything to do that had left him searching, yearning for something to occupy his time. His eyes settled on the neatly folded fabric in Mikael's cubby. That's when the curiosity kicked in.

While overall they shared the same fashion sense, Mikael's clothes had always seemed comfy. Good slouching material. And given that they were roughly the same size and build, Baroona couldn't help but wonder.

That wondering turned to action and before he knew it, he was pulling on Mikael's pants and shirt, sliding on his boots and praying the whole time that Mikael wouldn't wake up from his nap. His prayers only partially worked-by the time he was tying the boots on, Mikael was starting to stir. Hurriedly, he ties the strings and grabs the helmet from the cubby, the helmet still in hand when Mikael inevitably wakes up.]

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[With great struggle Baroona lets go of the jacket with a growl.]

I'm not giving you your pants.

[He's keeping those, fuck you.]

[He takes the jacket and then starts at the bottom of the shirt, next, pulling that off and sitting up with a half smirk on his face.]

If you wanted to get in my pants so badly you could have just asked.

[He shifts just slightly, moving to get up-- but not before clapping his hand on Baroona's bare chest in some sort of congratulatory 'nice try' type motion.]

[Had Baroona been eating anything, he would have choked. The joke comes as a surprise, catching him too off-guard for him to blush. Victory.]

Please. You're too scrawny to be my type.

[He swats the mocking hand away, glaring at it before moving to get up himself, keeping a protective hand on the pants.]

You're a bad liar.

[He teases, tugging his jacket on without the shirt. He'll fold the shirt over his arm and reach over to give Baroona a shove, instead.]

Let's go eat.

[You're a bad liar. The statement causes his cheeks to brun red, unused to being caught in his lies. How had Mikael seen through it? Was he faking his obliviousness?

Thank god for that second suggestion, though. He accepts it with a relieved sigh, moving after Mikael with an awkward laugh.] Y-yeah. Food sounds good. Let me get a shirt first.

[That reaction... He catches it. It's not what he was expecting, and it causes a strange feeling in his chest that's been developing for some time now. Rather than commenting on it or reaction, he blinks calmly with a glance as they walk.

Best to just think about it on his own.]

Then are you going to give me my pants back?

Maybe. Mine are comfier.

[Mikael will definitely get his pants back but why tell him? Let there be a bit of suspense.]

Kind of like how yours feel, though.

[In truth, they're pants. They don't have a particularly special "feel" to them. Baroona's more testing the waters. Seeing how Mikael handles a possibly flirtatious comment.

Well, he hopes.]

[He speaks slowly and with deliberate words to begin with, so his pause in considering that probably doesn't seem unnatural. But that-- normally, he'd pay no mind, but after the comment just earlier?

What was he going for here?

He tosses another look over his shoulder, this time with a small smirk to accompany it.]

Then I'll just take yours.

[This is strategic.]

[The answer is cryptic and Baroona is left with little more than a muddied picture, still unclear as to whether Mikael truly understands. He tries not to think about it, blinking and laughing with a shake of his head, trying to clear the thoughts away.]

No way. Wearing each other's clothes is too obvious. Someone might mistake us for a couple.

I thought you'd like that, running out of the barracks with my clothes on.

[He spins the helmet a bit on his hand, watching it as the other arm carries his folded shirt. Analyzing Baroona's words and tone.]

Now you're shy? How fickle.

[Baroona gives another soft laugh, pushing his shoulders up into a shrug.]

I'm a fickle guy. I need a lot to keep me entertained.

[Keeping his eyes on Mikael as he speaks, eyes sharpened to a predatory point.]

[He can feel that stare. He slows his steps so that they're walking beside one another instead of him being in the front. He knows what's being said now, but where did it come from? Why?

He guesses thinking on it would just be a waste of time. And when he could be answering it instead...]

Oh, yeah? [His steps slow and he comes to a halt, pausing their return to the barracks for this conversation. His eyes sharpen a little in turn, focusing on Baroona almost in challenge.] Like what?

[Baroona scoffs, shaking his head and drawing out a cigarette. Delicately, he drags a new one out with his teeth, moving slowly so that Mikael can see every movement.]

If I need to tell you than what's the point?

[Lighting it, he waves out the match and moves forward, brushing past Mikael with a bump to his shoulder.] You're not ready for me yet.

[With a wave of his hand he motions forward.] Come on.

[What. Surprise lasts on his face for all of two seconds before it shifts into something angrier. He's offended, a hit on his pride ruining all of his fun from before, and the bump to his shoulder is the last straw.

Immediately, he steps after him, setting his helmet on his own head so he can reach forward and grip Baroona's shoulder to stop him. Another step or two forward, and the other hand tosses the shirt to rest over his shoulder so he can grab that cigarette right out of his lips.]

Not ready? [He'll take the cigarette for himself, placing it between his own lips and releasing Baroona's shoulder after a very intense (and close) stare.]

After the way you blushed earlier, you're the one who's not ready.

[He shoves lightly at his shoulder in turn, grumpily moving to walk ahead of him.]

[Brat. Baroona's mouth twists into a snarl as he watches Mikael walk away with his cigarette. Not bothering to fight for it back, he pulls out another one and lights it, staying in place.]

Hey. I've got an idea.

[Jabbing a finger behind him to a tree above camp, he tilts his head.]

I'll wait up there. You bring me my pants. I'll give yours back in return. Maybe give you a surprise too.

[Heh. He feels proud enough in this small victory, but he holds back any expressions from it. It's a calm stare backwards that he gives, blowing out a smooth trail of smoke. His helmet's a little crooked but he doesn't mind.]

Is it really going to be a surprise?

[One last teasing jab to hide the excitement in his own chest. Whether Baroona tries to beat him up or wants to kiss him, he's going to get something fun out of this. He can feel it.]

I'll be there in a few.

[Just like that, he turns to head back to the barracks and get his clothes for him.]

[Baroona nods and waits up at the hill, stomping out his cigarette when he sees Mikael come towards him.]

You did it, thanks.

[The sun's getting lower now. The sky getting darker. Good. That makes what he's about to do a bit safer. Taking his pants from Mikael, he turns around and bends over, sliding off both pants and underwear nice and slow. Teasingly so, almost. Kicking off the pants, he turns around and reaches for his own, hanging off the branch above him, the movement stretching every muscle in his body.]

[For himself, he's left his helmet and shirt back at the base, dealing with just a jacket for now. While he could easily smart mouth at the thanks, he says nothing. Simply hands over the pants and considers looking over the camp before he realizes that Baroona's changing right there.

His eyes stay on him, running up and down.

There's a few things he could say or ask, but he doesn't want to interrupt this, so he stays silent for now.]

[He takes the silence as a victory, smirking to himself as he pulls the pants down and shimmies into both them and his underwear, taking care to shake his hips just enough both times. After that, it's the shirt which he pulls on with exaggerated movement in his arms, if only so Mikael can see all the muscles in his back move. Then, he turns around, pulling his shirt down over his belly.]

Thanks again.

[This vain asshole. He was putting on a show. Checking to see if he was interested, maybe? But no, it was a perfect picture of confidence. And Mikael liked it.

He liked it so much, in fact, that when Baroona turns around and starts speaking another thanks, Mikael is already moving forward. He doesn't know what he's doing, but he doesn't really care. He can have confidence, too.

One hand balls into a fist in Baroona's shirt and he tugs harshly so that their hips are touching. His lips find Baroona's and meet them. He's trying to be demanding, but with his own lack of knowledge in this area, it's clumsy.]

[Even in the approach, he can see the interest. It tightens his chest and leaves him cast under a spell that's only broken when Mikael kisses him. Laughing, he indulges him for a couple minutes before pushing him away.]

Don't act so confident when you can barely kiss idiot! [Laughing again, he shoves playfully at Mikael's shoulder before gripping it and pulling him close again.] Let me lead. [Whispered against his lips before he captures again, doing as he says and leading the kiss.]

[Hit with embarrassment at that comment, he frowns a little when Baroona takes over. It's a lot smoother, and he can follow him easily-- but still, between it, he mutters grumpily.] Shut up, asshole.

['Barely' kiss... That means he can kiss, so shut up! His first hand gets a better grip on Baroona's shirt before the second moves to rest at his waist, pressing him back against the tree.

It'd be fine if they stayed like this all night. It's all he wants to think about right now, and so he enjoys it while it lasts. Fiery responses keep the kiss going, and small signs show that he's still not used to it. His hands stay locked in place and he's more than a little tense-- he just hopes Baroona doesn't call him out on that, either.]

[The kiss, despite Mikael's sloppiness, is good. Passionate and fiery, tempered yet unrestrained. The falters, the minor shows of inexperience, they all expose an endearing youth to Mikael's skills. They only enhance everything else. The only thing holding the kiss back is the hesitation inherent in Mikael's fingers, the tension in his shoulders.

Baroona'd rather his partner be relaxed. Smoothing his hand over Mikael's, he pulls away to whisper against his lips.] You're doing fine.

[That comment does send a shiver up his spine. Unfortunately, it also works to tense him up a little more at first before he forces himself to calm down a bit. His pride's a little wounded by all this...

Hoping the redness on his face now isn't visible, he presses back into those lips a little more fiercely. He keeps it short at first, so he can mumble between.]

I know... Shut up. [Defensive, not attacking. He kisses him again, moving his hands a little and trying to force himself to relax more. Funny how forcing that doesn't seem to work.]

[Is he blushing? Gods above, he is. Mikael Graccio is blushing for him. A small prickle of pride nibbles at his skin and lips, pulling the corners into a smug smile. Preening himself mentally even as he keeps his hands over Mikael's, massaging the wrist. Trying to relax him, ease him into it all.

The kiss earns a soft noise despite it's inexperience. Even sloppy, fierceness is attractive. Baroona shifts his position, bracing himself further against the tree, spreading his legs slightly in support. An idle reaction, he hardly considers what it could imply. Hardly considers anything in this moment, lips locked with Mikael's with their tongues dancing a beginner's waltz.

It's all so endearing. Smiling into the newest kiss, Baroona giggles.] You're cute.

[Whispered on the end of his laughter, claiming Mikael's lips before he has chance to protest.]

[The kiss does well to mute his response, but he still scowls a bit against it in debate. Words clearly weren't working, so he deepens it even further, fierce and demanding. Sloppy seemed to be working just fine, as he read that brace against the tree and the slight spread of his legs as subconscious embracing of it. He does think that maybe this could lead to more, but he wasn't about to assume anything with the level of embarrassment he's at already.

He wasn't one to normally play carefully, and so this was pretty frustrating. Some days it felt like Baroona had him wound around his finger. He wanted to press back, to find out if the reverse was true, to see how far it would extend.

Nipping a bit at Baroona's lips in revenge for the comment, he moves his body flush against Baroona's. Shut up, he's relaxed, shut up, he said, he's not cute. His eyes are near closed as he continues, though, relaxing into the motions without even realizing.

How long could this go on? He didn't want it to end.]

[It extends far enough that Baroona doesn't turn him away. He accepts the contact with a heated gasp and a gentle groan that slips from his lips like breath.

It's hard to pinpoint if he's doing it specifically for Mikael or out of resignation. A mindset that simplifies the situation into something purely sexual and objectifying because why wouldn't it? This was how life worked. This is what he had, eventually, been expecting. Friends weren't isolated from sexual tension and they had been experiencing that for months. If anything, Baroona accepted the contact with relief that it had finally happened. That they might, finally, go a step further.

He didn't bother thinking if he was ready for that.

Pleased by Mikael's relaxation he wraps his arms around his neck and plunges further into the kiss, pressing into the push forwards. Allowing their bodies to touch-a secret message. Hopefully Mikael wouldn't be observant enough to figure it out.]

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