(closed) once upon a dream

[baguablade]

Who: Cain (baguablade) & Lancelot (flugels)
What: Lancelot is sleeping beautied out of stasis
When: Beginning of November
Where: Thesa
Warning(s): none

[ Finding Lancelot safely asleep — as safe as that really is — on Thesa station is a weight off Cain's mind. It's been strange, this past month, not having Lancelot's bright determination around. He's missed Lancelot's good cheer and common sense, a dependable ally at his side. And more than that, he's just missed Lancelot, his wicked humor and ready smiles.

He'd feared the worst, but at least stasis is... well, it's not death, even if, staring at Lancelot's unmoving body in the cold storage, it feels like it might be.

Cain presses his hand to the glass, wishing— well, there's no use wishing. Even if he knew how the stasis worked, he wouldn't start pressing buttons. Whatever reason Lancelot's in here for, he has to trust the Natha to take care of it, even if that chafes at him. He won't risk a friend's safety by messing around with things he doesn't understand.

He startles as something beeps, then hisses — the stasis pod cycling through its wake up program.

As the front slides open, Cain takes a step forward, reaching out to catch Lancelot by the shoulder, shaking him a little. ]

Lancelot? Can you hear me?

[ He leans in, searching for a sign that Lancelot's waking, a deeper breath, his eyes opening, anything. ]

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[flugels]

[ lancelot never figured himself claustrophobic until he wakes. he'd never known what it's like to be inside a coffin until then - and it's a long, dragged out process of wondering if he'd left this world. the afterlife is colder than he thought... if he's ever thought of such a thing.

he wakes with a start - the cool air is instantly replaced with a familiar warmth; the ship's heating as well as the grasp of another person. and he's still in a daze - doesn't know if he's really awake, or if he's truly just dead, or if it's all just a strange dream that he needs to snap out of — but, he doesn't recognize cain when he collects himself well enough for his bedroom eyes to meet the others', no.

in fact, he isn't sure who he's looking at. he just knows of a feeling in his heart: gratefulness. perhaps for the warmth, for the support, and the concern he thought he felt when inside that pod.

he moves to say something, or to create a distance between them, but as it turns out, his legs aren't working quite yet, and he instead presses his cold lips against cain's far warmer ones. ]

[baguablade]

[ Everything goes very still, like the air around them has crystallized, the stasis spreading from the pods to the entire station. Cain can't breath, can't move, but despite the frozen feeling, his mind is racing. He's hyper-aware of everything around him — everything right there. Lancelot's mouth is cool, his lips a little chapped, and Lancelot's weight in his arms is heavy in the shock Cain's feeling. But it's not unpleasant. The coolness is sweet, Lancelot's mouth soft against his, and the feeling of Lancelot's body so close has Cain's heart speeding, has him sucking in a sharp breath.

The press of their mouths is familiar. No salt this time, but he knows what Lancelot's mouth feels like, and as chaste as both their kisses have been, as startled as Cain finds himself, he finds himself responding, mouth opening just slightly — kissing Lancelot back.

Until time starts moving again and Cain tilts his head back to give Lancelot a wide-eyed stare. ]

Er. [ There's barely any distance between them, Cain unwilling to let go of Lancelot when he seems so unsteady on his feet. ] Good morning?

[ Inane, and it's not even morning, evening down on the planet even if Thesa doesn't seem to have any sort of day or night cycle programmed into its environmentals. But Cain's just not used to being so abruptly kissed! ]

[flugels]

[ it's easy enough for lancelot to be coaxed into deepening the kiss in his current state. it seems like right thing to do, the thing that feels the most real in a sea of uncertain variables. his tongue laps over his lips before slipping between them, pressing close as if to chase the heat of the kiss.

and while his mind is still only half-awake, other parts of him - or one part in particular - is delighted to have woken. his hardness is firm against cain's thigh, hips subconsciously chasing the friction between them.

the moment passes before it gets too heated, though. their kiss ends with a smack of his lips, his pupils, once dilated, now shrinks as the realization hits him. still, he stays frozen in place, trying to access the situation. they're close again, they were kissing, not just because his life was depended on it, and by the skies, he's hard against him.

he goes beet red. ] C-Cain!

[ there's no graceful way to break contact, so he does it in the most respectable way - places a hand on cain's arm and steps back, avoiding eye contact. ]

I-I don't know why I-... Please forgive me, Cain!

[baguablade]

[ Having Lancelot flustered goes miles toward assuaging Cain's own wrongfootedness. As Lancelot's blush grows, Cain's shock fades and his mouth curves into an amused smile. Even with the heat of Lancelot's erection against his leg, an answering heat blooming in his stomach, Cain's quickly regaining his composure — quickly enough that though he can still feel Lancelot's mouth against his, he's able to act like nothing's happened soon enough. And as for his growing grin... one might almost call it a shit-eating grin, except for the hint of concern lingering in Cain's expression.

He keeps a hand on Lancelot's hip, not letting him get more than a step away, taking advantage of the way Lancelot's not looking him in the eye to give Lancelot a once-over, reassuring himself that there's no harm from the stasis. ]

You know, since it seems like this is gonna keep happening, let's just say you don't have to apologize again, okay? [ Blithely, he adds: ] Besides, I've had way worse, it's not like I mind.

[ Does he mean worse kisses, or worse surprise attacks? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]