[ And he is, sitting cross-legged on one of the floor mats, wearing naught but a pair of cloth pants and an undershirt. His eyes are closed and his expression is calm and still, if not exactly peaceful. He could have been there three hours or three minutes. ]
[ Kirk tugged on his workout pants and shirt, a water bottle and towel
to boot and headed out. He slid off his shoes as he stepped into the room,
preferring to spar bare foot. ]
Didn't fall asleep on me, did you, after calling me out at this hour?
What would you have done if I had, sternchen? Tucked me into bed? [ He asks the question whilst unfolding himself, rising to his bare feet with a grace that belies the years of war he'd fought before this place. The question he punctuates with a little smile, a little cocky but genuine. ]
[ Kirk was not sure when it had shifted, but in moments like this he
felt that subtle change in the relationship he shared with Kurt. He raised
a brow at what he assumed was a nickname, though he could not translate it.
German had not been one of the languages he had learned, specializing more
in French and Spanish along with several alien languages. ]
Perhaps. Or perhaps tested out the old tales, seem if a kiss might have
woken you instead.
[ He smirked, beginning to stretch as he took a place on the mats.
]
[Though he sees the eyebrow raised curiously, Kurt is not kind enough to translate the nickname for him. He might if asked; or not.]
Worked for Snow White, didn't it? [Kurt allows himself a moment to watch Jim stretch, the indulgence made easier by the knowledge that his featureless eyes make it difficult to tell exactly what he's looking at. But he doesn't want the other man to feel hunted, and so after the moment passes Kurt begins his own form of stretching. It more resembles a bastardized yoga, but it works.] I appreciate the company. There's only so much energy a man can burn murdering a punching bag.
[ Kurt matches the other man's cocky smile with one of his own, his tail flicking playfully behind him. ]
Is that so? I don't intend to go easy on you, Jim.
[ Punctuated immediately after by Kurt vanishing in his trademark cloud of purple smoke and brimstone. He reappears right behind where the other man was standing, another cloud of thick smoke coming with as he tries to get Jim in the small of the back with his knee. ]
[ He was surprised by the teleportation, but he's already moving when
Kurt pops back out into this reality. He might not be sure where Kurt
intended to pop back out, but it was definitely centered around where he
WAS. So, don't be there when Kurt popped. He threw himself forward in a
roll, which meant Kurt's knee caught his rear and propelled him forward. He
jerked himself back up and lunged back towards Kurt, aiming for his upper
legs in a tackle. ]
[ When his knee connects to softer tissue than expected, a wild sort of joy passes across his face. This was going to be fun!
In his younger years Kurt would've simply teleported again to avoid Jim's lunge, but the memory of pain lancing through his chest spurs him to instead try dodging to the right. He doesn't quite move fast enough; Jim'll have gotten at least one of his legs, the momentum sending him backward. He doesn't fight it, his tail lashing forward to try looping around the other man's waist and jerking, as though to throw him off. ]
[ Damn, he had forgotten the tail. Well, it might be trying to tug,
but Kirk merely tightened his own grip on Kurt, twisting and bucking his
body to attempt to get a new position, or at least get Kurt to release his
tail so he could put distance back between them. That would probably favor
Kurt more than himself, but it would, at least, get him out of the current
predicament which was more a mess than any sort of advantage. ]
[ Said tail is amazingly strong for such a thin limb; capable of supporting Kurt's body weight. It also isn't easy to shake, as he simply tightens it when Kirk starts to throw his grip. The man himself lunges forward, trying to topple the other man onto his back and pin him. ]
[ Well he was learning all sorts of things tonight, wasn't he? He let
himself go briefly limp when Kurt lunged, taking the blow and then quickly
wrapping legs and arms around him, rapidly trying to twist himself in the
grapple. ]
[ Its a smart move, if one that might be difficult to execute. Kurt is incredibly flexible, as is demonstrated when he begins to writhe and twist in Jim's grip. Some of the ways he moves wouldn't be possible for a human man without dislocating multiple joints. But if Jim can hold on, Kurt will settle down after a few minutes, looking up at him with an expression halfway between a glare and a grin. ]
[ Flexible indeed. A fact Kirk would find arousing if not for the
current situation, which he was taking seriously. A lot of twisting and
grappling later, and his grip nearly ready to give - he was but human - he
found himself on top of Kurt, panting, his thighs still gripping the
other's hips rather tightly. He grinned back at him, a flush on his skin
from the exertion, eyes bright. ]
Well you know me. I do so love beating expectations.
[ Kurt's quip came almost on reflex, his attention more firmly on the man straddling him; the grip of his thighs and the sparkle in his eyes both enticing Kurt to lean up and steal a kiss. Briefly, he wonders if it would be wise to tell Jim exactly why he came to him for a sparring partner, but since when has he ever been transparent? Instead he grins back, straining against the other man's grip as though leaning up for that kiss. ] Forgot something, though.
[ Kirk found himself naturally leaning down towards Kurt, as if
sensing the shift in his weight, the straight upward, like a magnet pulled
down. It was hard not to, given their position, which he hadn't meant to
end in a sexual sort of way, but, on the outside looking in, it rather was.
Hard not to feel the slim hips between his legs, or the hard chest beneath
one of his hands. ]
[ Kurt's legs shift as he draws his knees up, as though trying to help Kirk lean down as he leans up. His eyelids lower half-mast, his lips parting enough for his fangs to peek out. When he speaks its in a murmur, the exact tone he uses to speak sweet nothings into a lover's ear. ]
The tail. [ And with no more warning than that, said tail whirls around, intending to wrap around the other man's neck. Kurt has no intention of actually throttling him yet, simply diverting his attention so he can attempt to surge upward and throw Jim off. ]
[ Rude. That was just rude. Even knowing it was a spar and that Kurt
wouldn't really hurt him, his instant reaction is to grip tighter, to throw
himself forward and wrap his arms around Kurt and keep himself close rather
than be tugged away. At least in close he could potentially find a
weakness, cause to distract the other to get the tail to let go. If he was
pushed away he would have no leverage whatsoever. ]
[ Kurt's eyes actually widen: he hadn't expected that reaction. Even knowing it was a sparring exercise, he's rarely known anyone who wouldn't immediately try to get his tail away from their throat. And one of those people was a telepath.
His shocked expression fades quickly into a smirk, the mutant leaning forward as much as he can to press his forehead against Jim's. ] You seem to like it. [ His voice remains a soft, intimate murmur, but the closest thing to an attack he makes is to shift his tail, lift the spade of it to trace over the other man's jaw line. ] Ever thought about growing a beard, Jim?
[ He relaxed some, but he didn't let go of his hold on the other. His
head tilted into the touch of the other's tail, angling his head so that
their noses bumped, so close their breaths could mingle between them.
]
[ His grin only widens, turning a bit wicked as he shifted under Jim--as best he could, anyway. The man did have him well and truly confined. If he'd not been a teleporter, he'd be trapped. ]
I spent my adolescence on a battlefield. Its possible a few wires got crossed. [ That would be a yes, and one that makes his heartbeat quicken in his chest. That fear goes no further, his smirk firmly in place with an air of defiance to it, as though daring Jim to blanche or pull away. ]
[ His eyes sparked, closing the gap between them. Teeth flashed as he
nipped sharp and hard at Kurt's lips. It was a gamble, to be sure. He was
fairly confident that Kurt was interested in him, wanted him, and he wanted
Kurt. But he knew that Kurt was not entirely certain of that side of
himself too. This might be pushing to hard, to fast, but... but he wanted
to try. ]
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Oh? Well, how can I reject such a heartfelt plea as that? Where do you want to meet?
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Jim I don;t know how--Gym has mats, unless there's another surface you can think of that you'd like me to kick your ass on.
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OH, there are several, but we can start on gym mats. Give me twenty to dress and get over there?
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[ And he is, sitting cross-legged on one of the floor mats, wearing naught but a pair of cloth pants and an undershirt. His eyes are closed and his expression is calm and still, if not exactly peaceful. He could have been there three hours or three minutes. ]
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[ Kirk tugged on his workout pants and shirt, a water bottle and towel to boot and headed out. He slid off his shoes as he stepped into the room, preferring to spar bare foot. ]
Didn't fall asleep on me, did you, after calling me out at this hour?
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What would you have done if I had, sternchen? Tucked me into bed? [ He asks the question whilst unfolding himself, rising to his bare feet with a grace that belies the years of war he'd fought before this place. The question he punctuates with a little smile, a little cocky but genuine. ]
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[ Kirk was not sure when it had shifted, but in moments like this he felt that subtle change in the relationship he shared with Kurt. He raised a brow at what he assumed was a nickname, though he could not translate it. German had not been one of the languages he had learned, specializing more in French and Spanish along with several alien languages. ]
Perhaps. Or perhaps tested out the old tales, seem if a kiss might have woken you instead.
[ He smirked, beginning to stretch as he took a place on the mats. ]
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Worked for Snow White, didn't it? [Kurt allows himself a moment to watch Jim stretch, the indulgence made easier by the knowledge that his featureless eyes make it difficult to tell exactly what he's looking at. But he doesn't want the other man to feel hunted, and so after the moment passes Kurt begins his own form of stretching. It more resembles a bastardized yoga, but it works.] I appreciate the company. There's only so much energy a man can burn murdering a punching bag.
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No problem. I understand the sentiment completely.
[ He finished stretching and took up a starting position on the mats across from Kurt, a cocky little smile on his lips. ]
Especially since I have no intention of being treated like one.
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Is that so? I don't intend to go easy on you, Jim.
[ Punctuated immediately after by Kurt vanishing in his trademark cloud of purple smoke and brimstone. He reappears right behind where the other man was standing, another cloud of thick smoke coming with as he tries to get Jim in the small of the back with his knee. ]
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[ He was surprised by the teleportation, but he's already moving when Kurt pops back out into this reality. He might not be sure where Kurt intended to pop back out, but it was definitely centered around where he WAS. So, don't be there when Kurt popped. He threw himself forward in a roll, which meant Kurt's knee caught his rear and propelled him forward. He jerked himself back up and lunged back towards Kurt, aiming for his upper legs in a tackle. ]
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In his younger years Kurt would've simply teleported again to avoid Jim's lunge, but the memory of pain lancing through his chest spurs him to instead try dodging to the right. He doesn't quite move fast enough; Jim'll have gotten at least one of his legs, the momentum sending him backward. He doesn't fight it, his tail lashing forward to try looping around the other man's waist and jerking, as though to throw him off. ]
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[ Damn, he had forgotten the tail. Well, it might be trying to tug, but Kirk merely tightened his own grip on Kurt, twisting and bucking his body to attempt to get a new position, or at least get Kurt to release his tail so he could put distance back between them. That would probably favor Kurt more than himself, but it would, at least, get him out of the current predicament which was more a mess than any sort of advantage. ]
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[ Well he was learning all sorts of things tonight, wasn't he? He let himself go briefly limp when Kurt lunged, taking the blow and then quickly wrapping legs and arms around him, rapidly trying to twist himself in the grapple. ]
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Better than I thought, Jim.
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[ Flexible indeed. A fact Kirk would find arousing if not for the current situation, which he was taking seriously. A lot of twisting and grappling later, and his grip nearly ready to give - he was but human - he found himself on top of Kurt, panting, his thighs still gripping the other's hips rather tightly. He grinned back at him, a flush on his skin from the exertion, eyes bright. ]
Well you know me. I do so love beating expectations.
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[ Kurt's quip came almost on reflex, his attention more firmly on the man straddling him; the grip of his thighs and the sparkle in his eyes both enticing Kurt to lean up and steal a kiss. Briefly, he wonders if it would be wise to tell Jim exactly why he came to him for a sparring partner, but since when has he ever been transparent? Instead he grins back, straining against the other man's grip as though leaning up for that kiss. ]
Forgot something, though.
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[ Kirk found himself naturally leaning down towards Kurt, as if sensing the shift in his weight, the straight upward, like a magnet pulled down. It was hard not to, given their position, which he hadn't meant to end in a sexual sort of way, but, on the outside looking in, it rather was. Hard not to feel the slim hips between his legs, or the hard chest beneath one of his hands. ]
Oh? And what might that be?
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[ Rude. That was just rude. Even knowing it was a spar and that Kurt wouldn't really hurt him, his instant reaction is to grip tighter, to throw himself forward and wrap his arms around Kurt and keep himself close rather than be tugged away. At least in close he could potentially find a weakness, cause to distract the other to get the tail to let go. If he was pushed away he would have no leverage whatsoever. ]
Your'e such a dick.
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His shocked expression fades quickly into a smirk, the mutant leaning forward as much as he can to press his forehead against Jim's. ] You seem to like it. [ His voice remains a soft, intimate murmur, but the closest thing to an attack he makes is to shift his tail, lift the spade of it to trace over the other man's jaw line. ] Ever thought about growing a beard, Jim?
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[ He relaxed some, but he didn't let go of his hold on the other. His head tilted into the touch of the other's tail, angling his head so that their noses bumped, so close their breaths could mingle between them. ]
Why? You like it a bit rough?
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I spent my adolescence on a battlefield. Its possible a few wires got crossed. [ That would be a yes, and one that makes his heartbeat quicken in his chest. That fear goes no further, his smirk firmly in place with an air of defiance to it, as though daring Jim to blanche or pull away. ]
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I can work with that.
[ His eyes sparked, closing the gap between them. Teeth flashed as he nipped sharp and hard at Kurt's lips. It was a gamble, to be sure. He was fairly confident that Kurt was interested in him, wanted him, and he wanted Kurt. But he knew that Kurt was not entirely certain of that side of himself too. This might be pushing to hard, to fast, but... but he wanted to try. ]
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