Tyler's Room, 13 Griffin Way

[tyler_gone]

Late Saturday night, a former mad bomber curled up in the overstuffed chair in his room and slept like a baby.

A baby who had fallen asleep watching a metaMelrose Place marathon because he was too lazy to change the channel and short skirts were surprisingly mesmerizing when you were trying to avoid your housemate. But a baby all the same.

[For a certain enabler of underage drinking.]

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[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Suuuure. Tony was having far too much trouble getting Tyler's door open, but he managed it somehow...

Even if he was a bit busy leaning against things. "Helloooo?"

[tyler_gone]

There was a mutter from the chair.

It might have been "Come back to bed, Tony."

No, he wasn't in a bed.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Well. Who was he to say no? Tony managed to walk over with more grace than someone that drunk should. "Hello, Tyler."

The dropping onto his lap was unnecessary.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler startled at the weight, partially wakening, and involuntarily almost rose to his feet. "Jesus fuck, where'd you come from?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tony simply made himself comfortable where he was. A bit like a cat, there. People worked around his needs, thank you.

"I did say hello."

[tyler_gone]

"Was trying this sleep thing." Tyler shifted a little, adjusting to the weight. His arms went around Tony's waist. "You were drinking."

More than usual, he meant. The man smelled like a broken Scotch bottle.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"There were people singing at Caritas." Clearly that answered everything.

[tyler_gone]

"Didja join them?" Tyler leaned in for a kiss, because Tony was so close and somehow it felt right just then.

Now that he was over the HOLY GOD INTRUDER thing, anyhow.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"God no," Tony replied, pulling him closer for a deeper kiss. Because it seemed like a wonderful idea.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler wasn't going to turn down the deeper kiss. He'd just be here, humming a little as he kissed back.

"Booty call?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Objecting to it?" Tony asked with a smirk that was far more lazy than he normally managed.

[tyler_gone]

"Do you mind if I fall back asleep right after?"

Such a romantic, Tyler was.

On the TV, somebody was sleeping with her husband's brother. "... and we should turn that off."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Tony might have been sitting on the remote. But he preferred to think that was something else pressed against his thigh there. "Have I every objected before?"

[tyler_gone]

It probably was something else. The remote was digging into Tyler's back.

"Too tired to remember," Tyler said. "Have you?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I have managed to tired you out most times." Oh, smug Tony was smug.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler kissed him, first, then: "I would call it mutual tiring out."

He could be smug, too.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Excuse me, who here has more experience?" Tony asked before shifting to pin him back against the chair and kiss him back.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler's hands fisted in Tony's shirt, and he rolled his hips as he settled into position.

"So you want a medal for being a slut?"

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather like that," Tony replied, licking his lips and answering that with a rock of his own.

[tyler_gone]

They were going to break his chair, is what they were going to do, and Tyler dimly thought of that even as he ground back.

He meant to say you would but it came out "I love you."

And then his eyes opened very, very wide and he froze completely.

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Somewhere on the island several people just got the feeling Tony was about a week away from nearly being killed. Because that is what happens when people say that.

Tony squinted at him, far too drunk to deal with this. He put his hand to the side of Tyler's face and didn't say anything for a moment. "I believe the drunk person is supposed to say that."

[tyler_gone]

"Sorry. Read your line in the script." Tyler leaned forward to bury his head against Tony's shoulder, just breathing him in.

On the TV screen, the woman who had been sleeping with her brother-in-law was now torching his car.

"Let's get to bed."

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

Patting him on the back of the head, Tony nodded. "Yes. Bed would be an excellent idea."

Hopefully he couldn't pass out before then.