All Tied Up And No Place To 'Come'
Almost anything is easier to get into than out of.
Except my bed; once I've got you, you never leave.
"I feel like I should be giving one of those evil villain laughs right about now," Quatre commented with wry resignation.
Trowa lifted a brow. "What, like this?" He threw his head back and roared, "Bwahahahahaha!" the maniacal sound echoing off the rafters.
Quatre snorted.
"Or maybe you should be smirking sexily. But wait, you'd have to die your hair black and grow a goatee first," Trowa said, giving a rather sexy smirk of his own.
"I actually like this one," Quatre told him, holding up the gunmetal gray T-shirt. He smiled sheepishly. "I'm not sure I could wear it anywhere outside the house, but I like it."
"I'm pretty sure it's Duo's way of apologizing for walking in on us last week," Trowa said wryly, cheeks pinkening slightly as he remembered how their exuberant friend had come over to surprise them with a housewarming gift – karmic coincidence had it being a 'Bondage for Beginners' kit (a rather redundant gift since they already had one, and were, in fact, using it when he arrived) – and, after receiving no response to his knock, he'd picked the lock and opened the door on them enjoying a little 'afternoon delight' in the middle of the living room.
Needless to say, Trowa had never seen anyone's eyes bug out that far before.
"I hope it'll teach him to think twice before picking the locks on friends' doors," Quatre said, chuckling.
Trowa snorted. "The locks on those doors are laughable – we need to replace them."
"Yes, we do," Quatre agreed, turning towards Trowa with a provocative in his aqua eyes. "But not until I've gotten some more mileage out of those handcuffs," he purred, pouncing.
Needless to say, it was a good thing Duo didn't decided to come over that afternoon. Quatre and Trowa were a little…tied up.
Well, actually…just Trowa.