[There's a squeeze of Trevor's hand, and then? Then Alucard gets up. Walks over to the tub, his back turned to Trevor. He keeps his back turned, removing his trousers. Pausing to unbutton his shirt, and then getting into the tub.
When he turns? It's with his shirt still open, and hands reaching down to get more water running from his hips down to his legs.]
[Trevor has a few very specific fixations. One of them happens to be wet skin, and another, Adrian's legs. Bless them, praise them; both at once nearly has him giddy.
He leans forward, elbows on his knees and a nigh-dreamy sigh on his lips.]
[Trevor might have come up with a halfway believable excuse, had Adrian not broken out the ultimate equalizer and shot his attention to hell. It's foul play. Dirty pool. Wet legs. Trevor can't tear his eyes away.
The truth is probably a good deal stranger than any fiction he could invent anyway.]
I was bored. And pretending to be a pirate isn't as fun without the right pants.
[Trevor has to stop, to seriously consider what he'd just said. In the grand tradition of Trevor not making any fucking sense at all, this is probably vying for first place in the nonsense idiot semi-finals. But he just rolls his eyes, as if this is something Adrian should just understand without further explanation or ado.]
[Trevor's steady enough on his feet. This is old hat, getting around while partially (extremely) inebriated, and he's not about to let some slippery floors best him now!
Maybe. It's slow-going but he gropes for a couple towels as they reach the cabinet. One is momentarily forgotten on the floor, in favor of wrapping the other snuggly around Adrian's shoulders. Satisfied that it's not going anywhere, and after a few hilariously-failed attempts, Trevor sighs and plants himself on the floor, to snatch the towel up and start scrubbing his hair dry.
And he absolutely does not care how nude he is right now.]
[Alucard just holds onto the Belmont. Keeps an eye on him and--]]
Come on.
[He isn't above princess carrying his drunk boyfriend. Which is what Alucard does right here and now, bending down and then gathering the whole Belmont up in his arms.]
[Once upon a time, this had been disconcerting. By all rights, Adrian shouldn't be able to haul him around like he's nothing, but this isn't the first time, and it's probably not going to be the last. Lucky Adrian.]
I can walk myself, damnit. [Can, but won't, if his arms curling around Adrian's shoulders are any indication.]
[There. That's all Alucard could have asked for - Trevor complying with this, arms around his own shoulders. They're comfy enough, and Alucard takes care to float them both up the steps. It's smoother if he does that, and then? Then he just floats right on into the bedroom.
It's nothing, getting Trevor down on the bed.]
Let me get some pillows together so you're not lying down--
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I think you had better, or I'll file for compensation.
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When he turns? It's with his shirt still open, and hands reaching down to get more water running from his hips down to his legs.]
As agreed then.
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He leans forward, elbows on his knees and a nigh-dreamy sigh on his lips.]
You're fucking beautiful.
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[Alucard doesn't approve of the drinking. Or the probable concussion.]
Explain the leggings?
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Would you buy 'curiosity?'
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[Alucard sits himself on the edge of the tub. Lets all the water run down his legs, still frowning at Trevor.]
I don't think it's the right look for you.
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The truth is probably a good deal stranger than any fiction he could invent anyway.]
I was bored. And pretending to be a pirate isn't as fun without the right pants.
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[Alucard stares. What the fuck. His dick is hanging out and just. This???]
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Pirates wear tight pants. Obviously.
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[There. That's a logical query, right?]
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[Because he was watching the pirate movie while he drank.]
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[He sighs.]
Let's dry your ass and balls off and go rest, hm?
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[Not that he's complaining, but honestly, it just seems impractical to leave the rest of him wet.]
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[Either way, Alucard just helps Trevor up, mindful not to move too fast.]
You are getting into bed after that though, am I understood?
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[Trevor's steady enough on his feet. This is old hat, getting around while partially (extremely) inebriated, and he's not about to let some slippery floors best him now!
Maybe. It's slow-going but he gropes for a couple towels as they reach the cabinet. One is momentarily forgotten on the floor, in favor of wrapping the other snuggly around Adrian's shoulders. Satisfied that it's not going anywhere, and after a few hilariously-failed attempts, Trevor sighs and plants himself on the floor, to snatch the towel up and start scrubbing his hair dry.
And he absolutely does not care how nude he is right now.]
I'll just sleep here. Stairs are difficult.
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Come on.
[He isn't above princess carrying his drunk boyfriend. Which is what Alucard does right here and now, bending down and then gathering the whole Belmont up in his arms.]
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I can walk myself, damnit. [Can, but won't, if his arms curling around Adrian's shoulders are any indication.]
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[There. That's all Alucard could have asked for - Trevor complying with this, arms around his own shoulders. They're comfy enough, and Alucard takes care to float them both up the steps. It's smoother if he does that, and then? Then he just floats right on into the bedroom.
It's nothing, getting Trevor down on the bed.]
Let me get some pillows together so you're not lying down--