Wharekauhau Country Estate, New Zealand

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The hotel was nicer than anyplace Tyler had ever stayed. Real art on the walls, sheets with a huge thread count, real antiques and a real fireplace in the room, a little leather binder with ecru pages listing all the five hundred activities and spa treatments sitting on the bed.

There was a time when it would have made him want to puke.

Though right then, what Tyler cared about was finding something potable in the mini-bar and going to sleep. "So jet lag's not any better in a private plane," he announced to Tony as he opened a tiny bottle of vodka.

[OOC: For the guy with him, NFB due to distance.]

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"But the in-flight movie is so much better," Tony replied, more than happy to fall over onto the overly expensive couch in the sitting area.

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"You watched the movie?" Tyler asked, looking over his shoulder at Tony. "I kept getting distracted by the stewardesses."

He paused to splash the vodka and a smidgen of tonic into a glass. "You have an eye for multitalented women."

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"I was referring to the stewardesses," Tony said dryly.

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"Then you should have said entertainment," Tyler declared. "Not movie."

He flopped on the couch next to Tony. "Okay, I'm insomniac as anything and I am about to fall asleep right here."

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Tony snorted, arms moving to the back of the couch as he relaxed. "Nothing quite gets you to sleep like flying for half a day."

Or a few glasses of scotch and exhaustion.

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Tyler leaned further back. "And switching time zones. How come I always forget Portalocity?"

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"Would you have gotten to meet Tammy and Britney that way?" Tony asked.

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Tyler shook his head. "And I still wouldn't have been in a private plane. Hey, do you think Britney gave me her real number?"

She so didn't.

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"No."

Tony patted him on the arm to make it up to him. "Maybe try the nice blond next time."

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"But I think she knew I wasn't really a gazillionaire," Tyler said, eyes drooping closed as he leaned into Tony. "Britney totally bought the Norwegian prince thing."

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"You could yell at me that the deal is off unless I meet your demands," Tony suggested, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. This was comfortable.

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"The deal is off unless you meet my demands," Tyler repeated, not remotely yelling as he returned Tony's glance. "You imperialist scum. Think that would work?"

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"'Imperialist scum' might be going over the edge of believability."

Right about now Tony would have leaned over to kiss a woman.

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"So maybe save the direct insults for further into the discussion," Tyler nodded. "Warmonger might work, you think? It's more descriptive..."

Right about now, he wouldn't mind being kissed. He was tired and the space beside Tony was comfortable.

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Tony winced slightly at that title, closing his eyes and smirking anyway. "Do you have a list prepared?"

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"Of insults?" Tyler was incredulous, in an utterly exhausted way. "Nah, this is my natural brilliance, babe."

... babe? He had no idea where that had come from.

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"Babe?" Tony was not leaning forward to muffle laughter against Tyler's shoulder. Really.

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And Tyler was not lightly thwapping Tony as he started giggling himself. "Shut up, I have no idea where that one came from."

"Babe," he repeated, biting his lip. And if he was leaning back into Tony, it was accidental.

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It was the lack of sleep that did it. "Did I suddenly grow another pair of breasts and missed it?"

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Definitely lack of sleep. That would be why Tyler was trying to feel Tony up, yep.

"Nope, sorry," he said, feigning sorrow. "Wanna hop over to Thailand to see a plastic surgeon about that?"

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"I might even have the number of one in my Rolodex," Tony replied, eyes sliding shut for a moment at the touch.

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"Had girlfriends who needed the help?" Tyler asked, with sympathy.

The touching had gone on for much longer than was needed for the joke, and was now more like petting. The bump of the arc reactor was interesting, that was Tyler's excuse.

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"I've known a lot of--" He took a breath, swallowing back something before continuing. "--models."

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"Models," Tyler echoed idiotically.

And then he hesitated for a moment, hand on Tony's shirt, trying to figure out what he was doing.

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"Dumb as a box of rocks, mostly," Tony added, just following this train of thought. It was a lot better than talking about Tyler petting his chest.

Or the fact that he was reaching for Tyler's arm to keep him from puling away.

"But usually good in bed."