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fast_maxI'm pretty sure Jag will be ficcing out the heart of it and she will do it AWESOMELY but I'm posting for those who may be interesting in the raw material.
Jag: Okay. They're both... 85-80 ish
Their kids are grown. Moved out. Stephen and Max. What's a good scenario for the meme?
Kiki: *amused* Stephen suggesting, in a jest, that Max and Dia move in with them
Jag: Ahhahaha.
While playing with Stella?
Kiki ... yeah, that would mute Max's o.O reaction
I do believe it will be a no
but it won't be something that's impossible
Jag: You know, if Stephen asks that, he'll only be half joking.
Kiki of course
Jag: *sighs*
Those boys.
Kiki but that is about as absolutely and openly committed
as those four could possibly get
Jag: Yes.
Kiki Oh Max...
he says it's a security risk that's too great
Jag: Mmm. Stephen and Max, playing with Stella out on the balcony. Eventually...
oh.
((...ow, Stephen.))
Kiki ((what?))
Jag: ((Do you know, I think that's the first time he's ever regretted being as successful as he is.))
Max: *goes hugs him, so very tight*
Stephen: *just... hugs tightly back *
Jag: Yes, that was the sound of a heart breaking, just a little. *sighs*
Max: *quietly * Just the way you are. I love you just the way you are.
Stephen: *quietly, a little sadly* I just wish... *can't quite find words. too much to worry about, security risk, bollocks. he wants them not to have to worry about that*
Max: *almost cradles him, holding him tight and close against his chest* I know. But what is is good too. *nibbles at his ear* Besides, this way you can have some change of scene and variety when YOU com to visit US.
Stephen: *soft laugh, sort of recognizing what he's doing and loving it all the more because it really is so very truly Max and he...* I wouldn't have you any other way... *softly, smiling, finishing that out loud, snuggling in against him* And that's certainly true... *nuzzling a bit at his neck*
Max: *softly, after a low moan at that nuzzling* I'm glad. *a beat, just basking in the... feel of love, even with the added tang of rejection which isn't really a rejection* I also don't think Dia would get along with your cook, in the long term. Different method of putting away the clean dishes, you know.
Stephen: *cracks up, laughing into the crook of Max's neck, before nipping a playful non-rebuke* Mm. You could be right about that.
Max: *chuckles along, the laughing like that MAY be a little tickling, in its way, too* Oh I'm intimately acquainted with the way Dia does it. And after that accident in your kitchen, more or less with how it seems to be done here, too. I promise you, they are quite different.
Stephen: *soft laughter, less giggly* I leave it to them to determine the disposition of the kitchens. *beat* And that accident was not my fault.
Max: You know infallibly how to delegate responsibility. *flatter, flatter... rubbing his cheek against Stephen's too* And that implies that it was mine, then? Hmmm. I think I can live with that.
Stephen: Good. Remember that next time we have an accident in the kitchens. *smirking as he tilts his head to kiss him deeply*
Kiki and NOW I am imagining them kind of kissing in a hammock and jointly falling off it.
Max: *kissing back as deeply, letting the kiss be out and open and everything, then murmurs* As you wish. "and just brushes his lips over Stephen's*
Jag: .... that would be so, incredibly, sickeningly adorable.
That's, like, teenager adorable.
Kiki well they ARE used to floors, walls, and that big wide bed
so maybe they make each other forget where they are for a moment
and... overbalance
also, Max is spooked out a little how many choices they made which... if taken differently would have meant that they never even met
Jag: ... oh?
Kiki or worse
Jag: Met as adversaries?
Kiki *wry* what if Stephen did become a warden. And Max stayed at home and there was nobody to teach him but his father as an example...
and Max is spitting fire at me for that one
Jag: Stephen just has this... sober, almost blank look.
Stephen: *blinks, shakes his head, eyes clearing somewhat * If I had, likely we would have met when we were both still young enough for there to be a chance.
Max: *kisses his brow * Bless you.
Stephen: *is so distracted by an entirely other possibility* *hugs Max tightly*
Jag: If they met under those circumstances, even odds whether or not they ever would have become lovers because he wouldn't have Sol. And without Sol, he might not have looked at Max that way.
Max: *hugs. back. so. tight.*
Kiki (gods you're still not seeing the reason why Max got angry with me, and that's... a good thing that you aren't.)
Jag: (*wry* I'm avoiding it.)
(Given all the other possibilities, worrying about whether or not they'd become lovers is the least of all the evils.)
Kiki (*nods * just... ugh. wtf, brain)
Jag: (And after the way Stephen's heart broke a little at the 'security risk' bit?)
(Soooo not going there.)
Kiki (so, as I said, Max is creeped out. and HAPPY that Stephen IS what he is.)
Jag: (*wry* Instead of executing him for crimes against magic?)
Kiki (as one possible alternative)
(or never even meeting him, as a much less brutal but no less frightening, for Max, possibility)
Jag: ... although NOW I have this image of Stephen in that 'verse, older, maybe 60s or more, starting to go gray, scarred a bit, coming home and getting reamed out by Max for getting the shit kicked out of him, and then made fierce love to. Both of them living in a much more modest house, Stephen entirely disowned, neither of them smiling much
Kiki ...
gyah
Jag: Two-story townhouse. What, vivid to you too?
Kiki vivid covers it
Jag: They're so very... insular. In that one. No kids. No family. Bound up in each other still, but it's so much less healthy.
Kiki *ducks preemptively* the Winchesters version of Max and Stephen
Jag: Something like that
Only lovers, not brothers.
Kiki *nods*
Jag: Okay. They're both... 85-80 ish
Their kids are grown. Moved out. Stephen and Max. What's a good scenario for the meme?
Kiki: *amused* Stephen suggesting, in a jest, that Max and Dia move in with them
Jag: Ahhahaha.
While playing with Stella?
Kiki ... yeah, that would mute Max's o.O reaction
I do believe it will be a no
but it won't be something that's impossible
Jag: You know, if Stephen asks that, he'll only be half joking.
Kiki of course
Jag: *sighs*
Those boys.
Kiki but that is about as absolutely and openly committed
as those four could possibly get
Jag: Yes.
Kiki Oh Max...
he says it's a security risk that's too great
Jag: Mmm. Stephen and Max, playing with Stella out on the balcony. Eventually...
oh.
((...ow, Stephen.))
Kiki ((what?))
Jag: ((Do you know, I think that's the first time he's ever regretted being as successful as he is.))
Max: *goes hugs him, so very tight*
Stephen: *just... hugs tightly back *
Jag: Yes, that was the sound of a heart breaking, just a little. *sighs*
Max: *quietly * Just the way you are. I love you just the way you are.
Stephen: *quietly, a little sadly* I just wish... *can't quite find words. too much to worry about, security risk, bollocks. he wants them not to have to worry about that*
Max: *almost cradles him, holding him tight and close against his chest* I know. But what is is good too. *nibbles at his ear* Besides, this way you can have some change of scene and variety when YOU com to visit US.
Stephen: *soft laugh, sort of recognizing what he's doing and loving it all the more because it really is so very truly Max and he...* I wouldn't have you any other way... *softly, smiling, finishing that out loud, snuggling in against him* And that's certainly true... *nuzzling a bit at his neck*
Max: *softly, after a low moan at that nuzzling* I'm glad. *a beat, just basking in the... feel of love, even with the added tang of rejection which isn't really a rejection* I also don't think Dia would get along with your cook, in the long term. Different method of putting away the clean dishes, you know.
Stephen: *cracks up, laughing into the crook of Max's neck, before nipping a playful non-rebuke* Mm. You could be right about that.
Max: *chuckles along, the laughing like that MAY be a little tickling, in its way, too* Oh I'm intimately acquainted with the way Dia does it. And after that accident in your kitchen, more or less with how it seems to be done here, too. I promise you, they are quite different.
Stephen: *soft laughter, less giggly* I leave it to them to determine the disposition of the kitchens. *beat* And that accident was not my fault.
Max: You know infallibly how to delegate responsibility. *flatter, flatter... rubbing his cheek against Stephen's too* And that implies that it was mine, then? Hmmm. I think I can live with that.
Stephen: Good. Remember that next time we have an accident in the kitchens. *smirking as he tilts his head to kiss him deeply*
Kiki and NOW I am imagining them kind of kissing in a hammock and jointly falling off it.
Max: *kissing back as deeply, letting the kiss be out and open and everything, then murmurs* As you wish. "and just brushes his lips over Stephen's*
Jag: .... that would be so, incredibly, sickeningly adorable.
That's, like, teenager adorable.
Kiki well they ARE used to floors, walls, and that big wide bed
so maybe they make each other forget where they are for a moment
and... overbalance
also, Max is spooked out a little how many choices they made which... if taken differently would have meant that they never even met
Jag: ... oh?
Kiki or worse
Jag: Met as adversaries?
Kiki *wry* what if Stephen did become a warden. And Max stayed at home and there was nobody to teach him but his father as an example...
and Max is spitting fire at me for that one
Jag: Stephen just has this... sober, almost blank look.
Stephen: *blinks, shakes his head, eyes clearing somewhat * If I had, likely we would have met when we were both still young enough for there to be a chance.
Max: *kisses his brow * Bless you.
Stephen: *is so distracted by an entirely other possibility* *hugs Max tightly*
Jag: If they met under those circumstances, even odds whether or not they ever would have become lovers because he wouldn't have Sol. And without Sol, he might not have looked at Max that way.
Max: *hugs. back. so. tight.*
Kiki (gods you're still not seeing the reason why Max got angry with me, and that's... a good thing that you aren't.)
Jag: (*wry* I'm avoiding it.)
(Given all the other possibilities, worrying about whether or not they'd become lovers is the least of all the evils.)
Kiki (*nods * just... ugh. wtf, brain)
Jag: (And after the way Stephen's heart broke a little at the 'security risk' bit?)
(Soooo not going there.)
Kiki (so, as I said, Max is creeped out. and HAPPY that Stephen IS what he is.)
Jag: (*wry* Instead of executing him for crimes against magic?)
Kiki (as one possible alternative)
(or never even meeting him, as a much less brutal but no less frightening, for Max, possibility)
Jag: ... although NOW I have this image of Stephen in that 'verse, older, maybe 60s or more, starting to go gray, scarred a bit, coming home and getting reamed out by Max for getting the shit kicked out of him, and then made fierce love to. Both of them living in a much more modest house, Stephen entirely disowned, neither of them smiling much
Kiki ...
gyah
Jag: Two-story townhouse. What, vivid to you too?
Kiki vivid covers it
Jag: They're so very... insular. In that one. No kids. No family. Bound up in each other still, but it's so much less healthy.
Kiki *ducks preemptively* the Winchesters version of Max and Stephen
Jag: Something like that
Only lovers, not brothers.
Kiki *nods*
