[Observant as he is, Raymond does have an unfortunate habit of not paying attention to his immediate surroundings, particularly when he's focusing on something else — like avoiding the cursed greenery, for one. And perhaps just as unfortunately, this is what causes him to run right into Bones.]
Hey— [It doesn't take long for him to realize who he's bumped into, and when he does, two things register in his mind. One: the man is taller than him, goddamnit. And two: of all the people for him to run into during a curse like this, of all the people...
He grits his teeth, trying to resist it for now, no matter how much that curse might be telling him what a good idea it would be to just grab him and—] Isn't this a bad day to be taking a walk?
[ Bones, likewise, notices the same two things. He's taller than him, yes (not that it's hard when you're 6'1"), and shitfuckhellfireanddamnation, of all the people-- ]
I could tell you I was already out by the time I figured out what was going on... [He's thinking along the same lines by now; that resistance is becoming harder and harder to maintain. The man is fairly attractive, after all, and — no. No, no, no.] But I doubt that would make much difference.
[Fuck, he can't— Raymond reaches for the back of his head to grab him and pull him down into a kiss, perhaps with a bit more force than necessary.]
[ No, it wouldn't. He could say the same exact thing, really, but he doesn't. Shit, but Raymond has blue eyes.
Later on, he'll at least be thankful that Raymond was the one to start it, but right now McCoy's basically thinking "oh hell no" and kissing back, matching that force with his own. ]
[After this is all said and done, Raymond won't be sure if it's the curse or his own dogged nature that keeps him from breaking away at the first chance he gets. He's far from thinking about that at the moment, though, instead focusing on getting a better hold on McCoy's hair and using his free hand to grip his shoulder.
It must be the curse that's responsible for this. Surely he wouldn't want to prolong this otherwise.]
His ex-wife probably didn't pull his hair as much as Raymond is, and McCoy nearly growls, pushing back and using more teeth than necessary. One hand is going to Raymond's back, too, because Raymond is shorter and therefore obviously the lady in this situation.
Not that Bones really thinks about it like that ever, but he really, really doesn't like Raymond. ]
[He can't keep down a surprised noise in response to that, but he quickly follows it up by biting back and pressing bodily against him. Even if McCoy does have an arm around him by now, he's not going to let him have the upper hand just like that.
And don't worry, Bones. Raymond doesn't like him either, but he'll show him just what kind of lady he is.]
[ There's a distracted thought in the back of his head about how Raymond probably slaughtered a whole herd of cows to get all this leather, but he ignores it. Instead, he growls again, his other hand going up to the other man's hair as he presses back.
[And some part of Ray is wondering just how Bones hasn't given way yet — or hasn't pulled away yet, though the latter is somewhat lesser than the former. Either way, he's still of no mind to be the first to give up, and so he moves his hand from his shoulder to the small of his back and presses even closer.
Goddamn, but he's going to feel absurd for this later.]
[ He's a goddamn stubborn bastard, that's how. He'd had enough fights in his marriage 'settled' with angry sex, he knows what the hell he's doing.
Not that he wants to have sex with Raymond. Really, he'll pass. Even if the other man pressing closer has him trying to push him against something. Get him pinned, see how he likes it. ]
[By the time he realizes what Bones is trying to do, it's too late for Raymond to do anything to stop it; all he can do is make another surprised noise when his back hits the wall and try to figure out how to reassert himself. Right now, the only method that comes to mind is arching his back and trying to force a knee between his leg, so that's what he does.
Of course, nowhere in his genius plan does he predict the prolonged contact and extra rubbing that comes with the movement, but he doesn't really find himself caring, either. Yet, anyway.]
[ Oh hell. That is not goddamn fair, and he nearly rubs back before reality (and the fact that he's moved them away from the mistletoe) comes crashing down and he jerks back, swearing. ]
[Raymond doesn't have much space to back off, and he spends his time catching his breath instead of swearing after Bones breaks away — but he's snapped out of it just as hard and is currently frozen in mortification.
He didn't... No, no, he most definitely did. In public, at that, in full view of anyone passing by. With this man, of all people.
Worse than that, he's still feeling — no. Goddamnit. Goddamnit.]
[ Bones is very determinedly not looking at him, instead running a hand through his hair to try and make it look less like he's just had Raymond's hands in it. Shit fuck dammit. ]
It was a curse.
[ That's about all he's got to say on the matter. In fact, if Ray doesn't stop him, he's just going to walk away now. ]
Instead of trying to refute him because he knows he can't, Raymond lets him go without another word, unconsciously going through the motions of checking his time and shaking himself out. He licks his lips; he needs to get the taste out of his mouth.]
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Hey— [It doesn't take long for him to realize who he's bumped into, and when he does, two things register in his mind. One: the man is taller than him, goddamnit. And two: of all the people for him to run into during a curse like this, of all the people...
He grits his teeth, trying to resist it for now, no matter how much that curse might be telling him what a good idea it would be to just grab him and—] Isn't this a bad day to be taking a walk?
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Shouldn't you listen to your own advice on that?
[ Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. ]
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[Fuck, he can't— Raymond reaches for the back of his head to grab him and pull him down into a kiss, perhaps with a bit more force than necessary.]
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Later on, he'll at least be thankful that Raymond was the one to start it, but right now McCoy's basically thinking "oh hell no" and kissing back, matching that force with his own. ]
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It must be the curse that's responsible for this. Surely he wouldn't want to prolong this otherwise.]
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His ex-wife probably didn't pull his hair as much as Raymond is, and McCoy nearly growls, pushing back and using more teeth than necessary. One hand is going to Raymond's back, too, because Raymond is shorter and therefore obviously the lady in this situation.
Not that Bones really thinks about it like that ever, but he really, really doesn't like Raymond. ]
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And don't worry, Bones. Raymond doesn't like him either, but he'll show him just what kind of lady he is.]
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Goddamn insufferable asshole. ]
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Goddamn, but he's going to feel absurd for this later.]
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Not that he wants to have sex with Raymond. Really, he'll pass. Even if the other man pressing closer has him trying to push him against something. Get him pinned, see how he likes it. ]
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Of course, nowhere in his genius plan does he predict the prolonged contact and extra rubbing that comes with the movement, but he doesn't really find himself caring, either. Yet, anyway.]
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He didn't... No, no, he most definitely did. In public, at that, in full view of anyone passing by. With this man, of all people.
Worse than that, he's still feeling — no. Goddamnit. Goddamnit.]
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It was a curse.
[ That's about all he's got to say on the matter. In fact, if Ray doesn't stop him, he's just going to walk away now. ]
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And damn his inability to let Bones have the last word, but he can't let him leave like that without a comment of his own.]
You didn't seem to mind towards the end.
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Neither did you.
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Instead of trying to refute him
because he knows he can't, Raymond lets him go without another word, unconsciously going through the motions of checking his time and shaking himself out. He licks his lips; he needs to get the taste out of his mouth.]