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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[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.