06 - filtered to Tony and Herbert

[greenmoonrising]

[Writing is messy and his responses are slow since he's writing blind.]

Hey if you're not too busy could one of you get my second pair of glasses from on top of my drawers for me?

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He kind of smashed my usual pair last night.

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[preanimator]

[Oh. Well. If he's not going to object, Herbert might just linger a little longer, even, kneading his finger into the muscle as he bites into his lower lip.]

You can tell that? [asks, startled, and then without thinking about it, adds] Well, I don't guess I ever have to worry about that. [trying to cover quickly, he adds] Why don't you like it? You just don't want to have to think about people doing it, or it actually smells really bad?

[greenmoonrising]

[Leans more into Herbert's hands and hums before answering.]

Mm, a bit of both. It doesn't smell bad but you can feel a bit hot under the collar when you get a whiff of it, if you know what I mean.

[preanimator]

[There's a very pregnant pause before Herbert finally manages an] Oh. Yes. I guess I know what you mean.

[going to just keep rubbing and be glad Bruce can't see his beet red face right now] I guess that must be uncomfortable when Stark gets back from being out with girls.

[Because he's pretty sure none of the rest of them are fooling around with any one.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Snorts.] Yeah right, he doesn't get that far with girls.

[Yawns and rubs the back of his neck.] Honestly the majority of Ravenclaw doesn't do much in terms of that. Though sometimes someone gets lucky. It's just, I'd rather not know who they're getting lucky with, you know? But then you can smell them on each other.

[preanimator]

Isn't it just mostly ... you know, people's boyfriends and girlfriends? [curiously, and then sliding his hands up to where Bruce was rubbing at his neck, he works his thumbs in firmly there, kneading the muscle]

[greenmoonrising]

Not necessari- [breaks off into a low moan, dropping his hand and head so Herbert can work his magic fingers more.]

[preanimator]

[Well, that's the second time he's gotten a near instant erection in one night. His hands falter briefly, and he makes a soft, involuntary noise of shock at Bruce's moan, before he bites into his lip as hard as he can and starts rubbing again, mind racing to his anatomy books to remember which muscles go where, how he should rub.]

Y-you get sore, don't you? [he asks, after a few moments, inordinately pleased when his voice doesn't crack]

[greenmoonrising]

[Doesn't notice Herbert's problem because HNNGH YES YES YES-

Moans again and answers lazily:]

Yeah, a lot. For a guy who's meant to be relaxing, I tense up easy I guess... Oh, there-

[preanimator]

[Herbert immediately focuses on the spot Bruce indicates, working his fingers firmly into the muscle, his stomach fluttering madly. He knows damn well this'll never lead to anything, but it certainly is providing fantasy fodder for another lonely night in his bed back at the dorm.]

Your condition probably has something to do with it, too. [He lets the fingertips that aren't working into the werewolf's muscle lightly stroke through Bruce's hair, a gentle, ghosting touch.]

[greenmoonrising]

Probably yeah... [Bruce groans and shivers as the fingers move through his hair. He manages a quietly mumbled and amused:] Getting a massage and a skin-care service? Not that I'm complaining.

[preanimator]

I told you I'd help you with things after your change. [defensively, but he doesn't move his hands, because if Bruce isn't complaining, he isn't going to give up on touching him absolutely as much as he's allowed] I think this qualifies.

[greenmoonrising]

You're spoiling me. [Smiles, leaning into Herbert's hands.] You're going to make someone a great boyfriend someday, you know that right?

[preanimator]

[It's curious, how something can feel so good and so terrible, all at the same time. Herbert blinks rapidly, and is grateful, once again, that Bruce can't see him. He doesn't trust his voice for a long time, this time, and just starts working his hands down the taller boy's spine, fanning them out along the muscles over the werewolf's ribs.]

I doubt that.

[greenmoonrising]

[Moans against as Herbert works out the kinks in his muscles.]

I definitely think so. Be positive.

[Seems ready to pass out at any second but then jerks awake.]

Did you want to do my front too?

[preanimator]

Y-yes, I should do, you have cuts there, as well, don't you? [Stomach twisting in knots.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Takes a moment to move because he's suddenly so comfy, but eventually manages to, shifting so he's facing towards Herbert and resting his cheek against the couch back, eyes partially open and glinting green in the dim light.]

This okay? [The blanket is pooled around his hips, one leg crossed before him and the other draped over the edge of the couch seat, hands loosely clasped in his lap.]

[preanimator]

[Times like this, Herbert almost hates his life. Bruce is so ridiculously beautiful that it simply isn't fair - that someone who looks like him should be smart, and kind, and even okay with all of Herbert's big ideas that everyone else thinks are crazy or evil. The werewolf should have been stupid or cruel, but he's not, and the smaller boy's heart hurts with the fact that Bruce is obviously so hung up on Tony, even if he's never said.

He ducks his head so the glint of the candles shines off his glasses, hiding his eyes as he soaks some clean gauze with the potion, and reaches out to start gently cleaning the claw marks here. He has to force his hands not to tremble as he focuses on what he's doing in silence.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Bruce's eyes lazily track Herbert's hands as they tend to his new wounds.]

You're really gentle. [Says it almost absently, a small, fond smile curling his lips.]

[preanimator]

It would be stupid to be rough - I'm trying to help you heal, not debriding it, the way Muggles do. [Herbert forces his mind onto the medical aspects of it, not the way his hands want to wander over the other boy's chest, something which would be much harder to explain away than on his back. A chest massage is hardly the norm, even with someone who's trying to tend to a friend. Anyway, this is starting to become weirdly less sexual in his mind, and more ... caring. Which is more painful, too, and he wishes he could go back to just fantasizing about Bruce's blanket slipping all the way off or something.] Tell me if it hurts anywhere.

[greenmoonrising]

[Smiles more and shakes his head, eyes closing as he leaves himself vulnerable to Herbert's hands.] Nah, you're doing great.

[He shifts and the blanket nearly slips completely free of his legs.] I know I said it before but really, thanks, Herbert.

[preanimator]

You need someone to do it for you, and who else is going to? [Herbert asks, carefully cleaning a cut across Bruce's ribs, not noticing, until he gets right up close to other boy's hip bone, that the blanket has slipped so far.]

Oh god. [The words are quiet, and they slip past his lips before he can stop them, and he has to try and cover as quick as he can.] This one's really deep.

[greenmoonrising]

[Stomach muscles twitch and Bruce grunts quietly.]

Mm, bit more defenceless area I guess? At least it stopped bleeding...

[preanimator]

It'll heal, with the potion. [hand sliding down to touch the other boy's bare hip, then pulling away, he really has to stop torturing himself like this, god]

Lie down for a moment.

[greenmoonrising]

'Kay.

[Shuffles on the couch so he's lying on his back, not bothering to be careful with the blanket and thus leaving one pale hip and thigh exposed while his dignity remains just barely intact. Eh, Herbert's okay with the scars and Bruce is used to waking up naked in front of Tony and teachers!]

This good?

[Yawns and blinks up at him curiously, eyes still slightly greener than normal but completely trusting and open.]

[preanimator]

[Herbert nods, tearing his eyes away from that pale expanse of thigh and hip, looking back up to Bruce's face. He settles in a perch at the edge of the couch cushions, then reaches out, placing his fingers at either of the werewolf's temples. Then he starts to rub in slow, gentle circles, just at the hairline, his own slim, petite frame bend over Bruce's longer one.]