Julian was - well, he was bored. Which was something that happened often, but it still didn't make it any less unbearable. Neither did staring at the television, as he was starting to find out. The cheap spy movie wasn't bad, per se, but it wasn't good, either. He guessed it was better than staring at the ceiling, waiting for Kaine to wander through the room in search of conversation or snacks.

He had to wait twelve minutes before they did, appearing in the doorway of the small living room in a t-shirt and plaid boxers. Before he could say anything, they snorted, "What are you watching?"

If Julian was honest, he hadn't been watching it for a few minutes. When he dragged his eyes back to the screen, it was to the beginnings of what was probably going to be a very poorly executed sex scene; the hotel room was gaudy and the female lead's lingerie was black and lacy. "Oh," he said, feeling the back of his neck heat in second hand embarrassment at the awkward scene, "some spy movie. The ending is supposed to be good."

Kaine didn't say anything, just watching the screen with a lifted brow. Julian felt the air thick with awkwardness, but it was probably just him - Kaine seemed completely uninterested in the clumsy movements of the actors and the cheesy jazz music in the background. Suddenly, they said, "I've never seen a worse lap dance in my life."

Julian tried not to think about how many lap danced Kaine had seen in their life. "How many lap dances have you seen?" he asked anyway. Fuck.

Kaine rolled their eyes. "Does it matter? This is the worst. I could give a better lap dance than that. Right?" Julian didn't know what to say, so he just blinked until Kaine said, "Look at - oh, ew, okay, this is done." And then they reached across the couch, snatching the remote from beside Julian and turning it off.

"What the hell, Kaine," Julian said, not as put off as he sounded, but trying to push inopportune thoughts out of his head.

"Oh, shut up, it was awful and you know it," they said, and planted their hand over Julian's mouth before he could reply. They leaned closer and slid Julian's phone out of the pocket of his jeans, unlocking it easily - what the fuck, he never told them his passcode - and frowning at it for a minute as they scrolled.

"Um, what -" Julian started behind their hand, but they just shushed him, and then grinned wickedly, tossing the phone down onto the couch next to him. They pulled their hand away from Julian's face as music began to play from the phone's speakers, the deep bassline striking something inside Julian's chest. "Um, what?" Julian said again.

"I told you I could give a better lap dance than the stripper in the movie," Kaine said, and they moved closer, planting one hand on the back of the couch. "Did you want me to prove it or not?" And Kaine is so close and they smell so good and they've got the prettiest little pout on their face and Julian isn't sure that his brain is still working but he nods anyway.

The pout Kaine wore turned absolutely sinful in half a second. They slid closer completely, shifting one leg in between Julian's and rocking their hips almost lazily over his thigh in time with the heavy bass still echoing next to him. Their hand slid up his other leg, his side, and rested briefly at his throat, almost as if feeling his pulse. Kaine's head tilted and they were glancing at his mouth, but then their hand was in his hair, gripping at the back of his head just tight enough to hurt in the best way possible. Kaine used their grip in his hair to pull his head back, and his new vantage point didn't show Julian much other than the ceiling, ironically, but then he felt their breath ghosting up the side of his throat and every part of his body was on fire.

Kaine's hand disappeared from Julian's hair and he righted himself just in time to see them lift the leg between his thighs and sink fully into his lap, knees pressing into the back of the couch on either side of him. The look on Kaine's face was somewhere between mischief and distraction as they settled, one hand sliding over Julian's shoulder to the back of the couch and the other dropping behind them to support themself on his knee. Their pace was still lazy as it synced quickly with the music once more.

Some noise like a groan escaped Julian from deep in his chest, and the smile that spread across Kaine's face was ethereal, their eyes half-lidded as they gazed at him. Julian wasn't expecting to have a lap full of Kaine, but he certainly wasn't complaining, especially with the way their hips rolled over him and their eyes remained locked on his.

He tried to lean up, to close the space between them somehow, but their hand dropped from the back of the couch to his chest, pushing him back firmly. He was about to protest when Kaine dropped lower than before, gripping the front of his shirt and tossing their head back, the line of their throat so tantalizingly close. Their voice was breathy when they said, "You can use your hands, you know." It hitched at the end and it was so real that Julian almost lost it completely.

But he pulled himself together and, pulling his conscious tighter, let his hands fall to Kaine's thighs, bunching in the fabric there - and it occurred to him that this shouldn't be as hot as it was; they were in plaid boxers, for crying out loud, but he thought that he didn't want them in anything else in that moment.

Julian's hands drifted higher, sliding under the hem of Kaine's soft black shirt, and they pushed into his touch, rolling their hips down and their eyes sliding shut and they let out a soft, high pitched noise like a plea, and then -

- nothing. Kaine slid sideways off of Julian's lap, leaving him feeling chilled and unsatisfied. He blinked up at them as they stood from the couch, looking back at him. "The song's over," they said, grinning at what Julian knew was a dumbfounded expression. "I was right, wasn't I?"

Julian couldn't do much more than let out a soft noise of disbelief. Kaine laughed and leaned in again, sliding their hand up the inside of his thigh. "If you want, I can show you more," they breathed into his cheek, and Julian was up from the couch in no time, Kaine laughing as they were backed toward the hallway.