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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan doesn't make a habit of leaving his door unlocked - who does, really, these days?

But sometimes, like this particular night, when it's by prior arrangement... well, he doesn't mind so much.

He's half-asleep in bed by the time Ragnar arrives.

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

There's the noise of the black Harley roaring up the winding little lane to Athelstan's house, coming closer and closer, and then falling silent. The door opens, there is a clink of bottles, and heavy boots trample up the stairs.

Bang. "Ouch!"

Then, Athelstan's bedroom door is pushed open. "Hey, sweetie, it's much too early to sleep!" Ragnar declares. "And that beam at the top of the stairs is far too low."

He stands in the door, grinning in the sparse light of the bedside lamp, beer bottles in hand.

[athelstanthescribe]

"You're too tall", he mumbles, then sits up. "And I didn't build it. Did you lock the door?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Of course," Ragnar says, kicking off his boots and sitting down at the foot of the bed. "We don't want any stray bikers walking in on us, do we?"

He smirks, and offers a beer. It's a craft beer with a fancy label, not the usual PBR.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes, I left it open for you, not the rest of the world." He reaches for the bottle. "You brought me expensive beer?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Good beer," Ragnar says. "Special beer. Hand-made beer. Yes."

He grins, and opens his bottle with his hands.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan holds his out for the same treatment, scooting up the bed to make Ragnar come closer to do it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar comes closer as planned, reaches over to open Athelstan's bottle, then pulls him close for a kiss, long and loving.

Then, he raises his bottle to Athelstan and takes a long swig from it.

"Ahh," he says, raising his index finger as if to call for attention. "This is proper paradise!"

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is all but naked, wearing only boxers, and this may also have been planned.

He drinks from his own beer with much less fuss than the first time. "It's definitely worth being woken up for."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar pretends to pout.

"Awww, and kissing me is not?"

He reaches out and teases one of Athelstan's nipples with a large, callused finger.

[athelstanthescribe]

"You", Athelstan says teasingly, "gave me beer before even one kiss. And here I was waiting for you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I can see that, and it makes me happy," Ragnar says, simply. "Paradise."

He pulls Athelstan into his arm for yet another kiss.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's not used to this, and the uncertainty is still showing in his face.

"It makes you that happy?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gently strokes the back of Athelstan's neck. "To know you're waiting for me," he says. "In your bed, wearing very little, expecting me to come to you and touch you."

He follows that with another kiss.

"And here I am, touching you, and I will keep touching as much as you're comfortable with."

[athelstanthescribe]

"I shouldn't want to be with you", he murmurs. "You're... you're dangerous. But I do want you, like no one I've ever met."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I don't deny I'm dangerous," Ragnar says. "But I'm not dangerous to you. I'll be dangerous to people who try and hurt you, for instance. Dangerous to people who hurt my friends or family. But not dangerous to you."

The next kiss is very deep and loving, tongue-tips touching, and lips suckling with great feeling.

"You want me," Ragnar breathes, awed.

[athelstanthescribe]

"You make something stir, here." He presses a hand to his bared chest, above the heart. "And butterflies in my stomach, and when you touch me... it's like sparks going off in my head."

The word you're looking for is 'excitement', Athelstan. Or maybe 'lust'.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar touches that spot above Athelstan's heart, the big warm hand resting there firmly. With another kiss, he adds, "This is where you feel it?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes", he murmurs. "Every time I'm near you, it's like... like I took Sin's little green pill. All the time."

It sort of scares him, but it thrills him enough to keep him there.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You really don't have a word for it?" Ragnar says. "I'm so glad we saved you from that place."

Another kiss.

"I feel the same," he then whispers. "You're much better than any little green pill."

[athelstanthescribe]

The only one he can think of seems too big a word to use so soon, so he's still avoiding it. And he's never been in love before, so he can't be sure that's what it is.

"I want to be with you", he whispers again. "But I need you to be patient."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I will be," Ragnar promises, breathing the words into the next kiss.

Still, he does run his hands down Athelstan's back, careful not to stop at any scars he might feel under his fingers.

[athelstanthescribe]

Still, Athelstan knows they're there, and it's a struggle not to tense up under Ragnar's hands.

He focuses on the kiss, trying to push away the fear of their discovery, because it's inevitable now.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar takes his hands away and holds Athelstan by the shoulders. "What are you afraid of, Athelstan?" he says. "What do those scars mean? Look, I have lots of scars, too!"

He takes off his shirt; his tanned chest and shoulders show pale, smooth scars here and there among the peppering of blond hair and ripping muscles.

[athelstanthescribe]

"They mean trouble", he says quietly, and then stops talking.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"For me or for you?" Ragnar asks, with another gentle kiss. "How did you get them?"

He tries not to let his voice grow dark; it must have been somebody that caused it, rather than something. And as far as Ragnar is concerned, that somebody is going to be fish bait real soon now.