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It's not like Inigo knows anything about this at all. Do video games.. not just work on these things? Instantly, like magic? That was the idea he was getting, that it was supposed to be some sort of universal thing. It makes Tidus's question a little more confusing, but with a smile, Inigo can always answer: "It can't hurt to ask."

Especially since they'll probably have quite some time on the train again, now they're done with that mission.. which means people will have more idle time to waste again.

But right as Inigo is about to open his mouth and say more, he can feel that touch. It's buried deep underneath the blankets, but Inigo is so hyper aware of Tidus's touch right now that there's no way he can miss the way the other guy's foot idly touches his own.

It's like electricity. Like butterflies in his stomach.

Don't mind Inigo as he gently.. tries to move their feet even closer together. Trying so hard to seem nonchalant about it, like he's not even thinking about it. Like nothing is happening down there. Not like Inigo is trying to entangle them a little here, no siree..

".. did you like my bridges back there?" Yes, he is still going on about that. It's just the easiest thing to fall back on, while half his concentration is on the sneaky way he's trying to make this cuddle extra cuddly here. "I was really cool this mission, right?"

A foot - or ankle - trying to wrap around his own doesn't go unnoticed. Tidus doesn't decline it, and between this and the rubbing thumb, he's all too certain he's understanding Inigo's signals well. Flustering, lightly, but exciting too, and Tidus brings his gaze off from the wall, down on the head by his.

"Yeah." He curves his wrist to place the palm of his hand on Inigo's upper chest, his slightly nudging at the other guy's back. "I told everyone who was in charge of them. 'See that guy over there? That's my pal. Once he's got his heart set on something, he won't give it up.'"

...maybe he's adding some trims and glitter, a smooth voice of confidence, but that's what Inigo's asking for, isn't it? Sounds like it to Tidus.

"Did you take anything that they let us have? You better have got something nice for all that work."

Maybe Inigo is slowly getting used to this being the way Tidus is. Despite the constant teasing, there's always a steady stream of support too. Not that it doesn't cause Inigo to blush a little all the same, his body perhaps lightly squirming, but there's no total freakout. Not even at the thought of Tidus going around and telling other people that - no matter whether the remark is joking or not.

Instead it just feels warm. Something about the idea is incredibly likeable. Tidus talking about him to people. Tidus thinking about him. Maybe he's easily satisfied.

(Maybe it's the effect of that hand now against his chest.)

"S-Some of the fabric." Is that a slight hitch in his voice? No, bro, you're just imagining it. Not like he's cuddle-flustered by that hand, bro. "I thought I might make something nice for Jumblie during the downtime."

What else is there to do anyway, right?

".. how about you?"

"Mmm- nothing I wanted." He's got more cool about him - at least, it's easier to, when you hear the sounds you expect to, warmth tickling your face, but Tidus gets to be brave when he's the one with the upper hand. ...or a lowering hand, rubbing its way down Inigo's torso, to his belly, along either the slope of fabric or skin. If it's the former, then his fingers get to play with the edge of the shirt there, to let Tidus get to the latter.

"I'll take a look later," he goes on, casually. Nothing up at all, right bro. "But staying in bed's still a really fun idea... Just the two of us, right?"

The two of them, and Tidus using the arm he has trapped between himself and the bed to hitch his weight up some, to lift his head to creep closer to Inigo's. Teasing with the closing in, waiting to see if Inigo might turn his face.

There's definitely a shirt there - as if Inigo would ever sleep without, please. Even if Tidus has seen what's underneath his shirts plenty by now, Inigo still can't help but be shy enough about it all the same to make sure that he's never sleeping topless, unlike a certain fiend over here.

But it does mean that he can feel Tidus's fingers moving all the way to the bottom of his shirt, before actually sneaking underneath there, making him realise that this is very much happening. Inigo can still feel Tidus's breath tickling against his back too, and it's all so much. He hasn't even been in the world of the waking for long, and yet this is already happening.

"Y.. Yeah. Of course. Just the two of us."

Just listen to that casual answer. Except there's absolutely nothing casual about it. There is no way Tidus - of all people - is not going to realise that it's very much Inigo's usual flustered tone starting to sneak into his voice.

He doesn't know what to do here. He wants to go along with it despite his fluster, sure, but what does he do for that? Does he just turn around and go for it, or would that ruin the moment?

Deciding that it's safer to not do something than to do something, Inigo just.. keeps staring ahead, his back still turned towards Tidus.. but there's definitely some tension to it now. Like Inigo is focusing real hard on this, thinking real hard about this.

"Not like we were together.. much.. during the mission.." Sure, they definitely were together for bits of it, but maybe Inigo is just trying to say that it was never long enough - or private enough - for.. you know. A little more.

Tidus can hear it. The change in Inigo's tone, a permission - to keep going, by the fact he isn't being pushed away, by the fact that he isn't being told to stop. He doesn't answer vocally, to the point made; already his mouth is going down to the first patch of skin it finds, to place a kiss, and then another, with a smile on his lips.

"So we should make up for it." There's the edge of a question in it, but it's also mind-reading - so that's what you're saying, right? While Tidus's hand is up Inigo's shirt, a palm to spread along the warm plane of his belly, just feeling. Just sneaking up there, all because it can.

Tidus stops his kisses, somewhere along Inigo's jawline. Wondering this time if he'll catch eyes turning to look at him, with his already looking down, a wide smile tickled at the sight of his bed partner.

"You can't make out when you're on your own."

Inigo's eyes do finally turn towards Tidus now, as if even he - though that 'even' might be laughable in this context, considering how very weak Inigo is for the other - can't resist it right now.

Not the kisses, not the touch underneath his shirt. Nor the butterflies in his stomach. Because every time it feels like this is just a dream, like one time Inigo might come back from a mission or wake up and find out he made all of it up. But no matter how many times he's worried that might happen, it never does happen. Ever.

So Inigo finally shifts. It's a slow shift, as if he's afraid to lose that hand on his stomach, but at the same time does want to turn into Tidus's direction.

Since this whole making out affair certainly is going to be hard if Inigo is turned with his back towards the other the whole time.

"You do realise that's just going to make it harder for me to stay away from you during missions, right?" It's said as a light, playful thing - though tinted with something a little more, a growing desire in the pit of Inigo's stomach. "I wanted this so badly."

I wanted this so badly. Tidus doesn't know if to feel smug, or what. He's already smiling, all things considered; the fluttering of a guy who feels like he's being more than he is there, but not transparent when he feels like he's in control. Being the one leaning over Inigo like this surely helps, than if it were the other way around.

"You're the guy who picked his bridges over me." He can't keep the humour of his voice, but there's an attempt to sound huffy there, under the smile on his face. The hand that had been playing with the skin of Inigo's belly now helps him keep his balance over Inigo, though it dips, Tidus's face coming closer.

"Guess we'll just have to make up for it." --but even he doesn't want to lay around teasing Inigo only, and he brings his mouth to his, expecting - and giving - the kissing that he's been leading them to; the kissing that even Inigo is promising, with his confession. A time for them to fool around, enjoy each other. Have the sort of fun they don't dish out to anyone else.

The kind of fun of two guys, just looking to be guys.

The kissing that Inigo is promising, and that he's delivering on a moment later, now he's in a slightly more comfortable position to do so and Tidus's lips meet his own. He kisses the other back right away, and eagerly too, with the kind of energy that betrays that he really did look forward to this all this time, even if he was busy with those bridges.

"You should've told me," he mumbles between kisses, his hands reaching up to land somewhere on Tidus, not really caring where. First on his back, on his shoulderblades, but then moving up to the other's shoulders.

"You could've just told me, 'hey, Inigo, let's make out in those bushes over there," and I would completely have dropped everything I was doing."

There's a lightness to it, a tone that almost makes it sound like a joke, though it's very sincere in its playfulness.

And then - as if to prove it - he's already moving back in for another kiss.

It sounds like they should have said a lot more back on that mission, but Tidus is satisfied now by the exchanges of kisses more than words; though they tickle him, just as the sliding of the hand along his body. He returns the favour, the hand by his hip resting on it proper, fingers squeezing as his kisses are a few firmer, if still playful.

Tidus accepts the kiss, letting them linger in it, before pulling back just inches to whisper, to tease: "'Heyyy, Inigo, let's ditch helping these people and go make out and have sex everywhere' -- that what you're thinking?"

He opens his eyes, to see Inigo as he waits for an answer for a question that's far from serious, a grin still unable to be peeled off from Tidus's lips.

That sound about right, pal?

The sight that greets Tidus is a familiar one. Inigo's face is as red as a beet. Sure, he also knows that it's far from serious. That the other is just trying to tease him. But it's so hard to not be affected by it all the same when Tidus says something like that to him, even if it's just in jest. Tidus can't say out loud that they're going to make out and have sex everywhere, his heart absolutely can't handle it.

"You're doing it on purpose," he says, voicing the thing both of them are thinking. And then he kisses Tidus again - a little harder this time, perhaps because he's trying to distract himself so hard from that thought. What if he gets that line stuck in his head forever?

Dear Naga, have mercy on him.

"Is it--" he starts when coming back up on air, only momentarily stopped by the fact that, right, he is trying to get air here-- "Is it that strange for a guy to think about having some fun while he's hard at work? Isn't this what you wanted?"

For him to think about breaks sometimes? Making out is a break, you know! It counts!

He's doing what on purpose, he has to wonder? Teasing Inigo? That's as natural as breathing air, and if that's the call out, then sure, Tidus can agree to that. He's not hard at work thinking about what else it could be though, when they're kissing, and Ingio gets a little more forceful about it - pouty too, with a question he actually has to think about.

"Hmm, well-" Here, let him just rest his arm across Inigo's chest than hold onto his waist. "What you get up to in your own head's up to you. But if you really wanted to, why didn't you ask? We weren't that far from each other - being in a tent's a good time for it."

For anything, really - but especially making out.

Inigo is well aware why he didn't ask. Because he's still worried that one time he might ask and Tidus will say no and think badly of him, even though the other has never given the slightest indication that he might ever do so. But that's just how Inigo's brain works, isn't it? Often twisting itself into assuming the absolute worst thing might happen, no matter how much evidence there is to the contrary.

It's exactly why he knows he can't give the honest answer, so instead he pauses for a moment, not moving in for another kiss. Instead he just looks flustered as he stares back at the other guy, feeling that arm against his waist.

"It didn't.. feel right to spend time on that during a mission.." It's not a full on lie, just not the main reason. But that means he can still it in a way that's pretty convincing. Because it is true that Inigo still has trouble cutting himself some slack in the middle of all that action, no matter what he's joking around about with Tidus right now. "I, uh.. I guess I might still have a bit of a break problem," he stammers.

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Someone might have a bit of a break problem.

And Tidus still needs to get better at reading Inigo's mind, it seems. But it's cute as well, watching the way Inigo squirms over it now - telling him he should get them to kiss during missions, but then saying it didn't feel like the right time. But Tidus knows that feeling well - how many times did he wish he was closer with Yuna when they were still travelling, but then, knowing there wasn't really a good time to do anything? When holding hands in front of the others, even as they slept, felt like pushing boundaries?

Tidus is still smiling, looking down at Inigo; bringing his face then closer to his, their lips close enough to graze.

"Guess I'll have to help you work on that," he says, in the most innocent tone that's far from it. "So- you wanna keep kissing me now? Or did we miss our chance?"

With it not being on the mission? He's giving Inigo the chance to tease him, hold back their kissing session. But then - can Inigo deny himself at the same time?

"I'm taking any chance to do this," is Inigo's simple answer, before he's pulling Tidus just that tiny bit closer, down towards him, so he can press their lips together.

He figures it's safe enough if he keeps angling it like that. It doesn't seem weird to be eager about it when he just seems like he wants to kiss someone, right? When it seems like he's excited for the act, rather than the person he's doing this with. (It feels like a tightrope he's constantly walking, yet he can't help but get back up on it every single time.)

And while he figures Tidus doesn't want to speak up again immediately right away, Inigo still does his best to keep the other close, to continue this kiss for another moment, trying to even deepen it a little. Not ready to give it up just yet.

Tidus accepts the kiss, every part of it, from lips to movement, to the slip of a tongue wanting to deepen. There'll be no arguing or questioning of this - this get-together they both agreed to, to keep each other company, to give comfort. And it's nice; Tidus will never say no to kissing, half his upper body on top of Inigo's now, leaning over him, in-between being happily in bed and getting to do this.

He lets the elbow and arm propping him up dip some, his other arm and hand resting on Inigo's chest, his body just in the right position to be doing this. There's no rush to ending anything about this. Seconds count into a minute, before Tidus thinks to bring his lips together, pecking Inigo with him. A giddy and silly look on his face, and truthfully, throughout his whole body.

"What if we got a kissing mission?" Heheh. "Now that's a mission I want."

Absolutely silly.

It feels like bliss.

There are so many things Inigo hates about this train ride, ever since he showed up so long ago. There are so many things that threaten to bring him to the brink of despair, virtually on the daily at this point.

But right now it's like none of that exists. Right now he's just one guy in bed with another guy. A warm body against another one, lips seeking out a combination of lazy and more intense kisses.

Why can't these moments stretch out into an eternity?

"A world powered by physical contact," Inigo mumbles. His eyes still closed for a moment, but then he slowly opens them, meeting Tidus's gaze. "Are you sure you could survive that, even just for a week?"

"You've got some wrong ideas about me."

It's just a low, as mumbled, the space Tidus has to speak it without withdrawing from the closeness between him and Inigo. The half-lidded rest of his gaze on the other guy under him, the silly smile continuing to make dimples by his cheeks.

"Do we get extra points if we have sex?" It's not an invitation, but if they're going to make up a world like this - one that requires a few kisses between their worldbuilding - then they might as well go all in. "Fifty for a handjob - wait, no. Two hundred."

If Tidus goes in for a kiss again after that, then there's definitely a hummed sound on Inigo's end in a kiss - one that evolves into a chuckle once his mouth is free enough again to produce the sound.

"Two hunderd for just that?"

Bro. Bro. They could make bank in this totally imaginary world in that case then, right? Handjobs are basically mild for them!

"At that point we might as well own the whole train if we go all the way." Fellas, is it gay to bang with your bro if it means you get to take control of the vehicle that's kept you kidnapped for almost a year now? "Sounds like a perfect story with a perfect ending to me."

There's a chuckle vibrating in Tidus's own throat. "You know the train wouldn't pay that much. But it's already paying us less than we deserve! I dunno if I wanna own the train though."

Hmmmm. Now is the time for some very serious thinking in the middle of their morning kissing, Tidus's gaze hovering to the side in his consideration.

"How about... a nice beach." Ah- "What if some place like the one with the volcano and the visions, 'cept skip the vision business?"

Or memory sharing business. Same difference.

"You know that if you could own the train, you could take it to a place like that, right?"

It's only a remark made out of amusement - and because the idea is kind of nice. Steering the train to some places that are only fun to see and experience for once, rather than arriving in every world while it's on the brink of destruction, and having no time to truly take in the nice aspects of it.

Only getting a few days of vacation every now and then just isn't enough.

"Though knowing you.." Inigo's voice trails off for a moment, and he presses another momentary kiss to Tidus's lips before he speaks on. "You'd make sure that it was a beach with a blitzball stadium."

Wow, that's food for thought. But the kind where Tidus isn't sure if he likes the particular dish, if it means owning his most hated train (and who knew he'd ever have one of those in his life- second life). It gets a wrinkle of his nose the further his thoughts are allowed to go, but that's soon enough diminished by the kiss that distracts him, bringing him better on the guy he's with.

"Sure. And we can have flowers too - a cliff, that looks over the beach and sea. Taiki can sit up there or fly around. Whatever he wants."

Painting, bird-watching, or off being a kirin. While Inigo got to have his flowers too. Tidus taps a few fingers against Inigo's chest.

"And you know, a beach means a lot of good-looking bodies. You can go kiss on a few more guys out there."

In this imaginary island place with a blitzball stadium.

He lets out a laugh. It sounds genuine, but something about it is also both surprised and flustered at the edges - doubtlessly because Inigo is now making this image appear in his mind, and he wasn't quite prepared for what it would bring to him.

"You mean get flustered at seeing that many guys practically naked and run away?" Because he knows that's going to be the truth. Please, as if he could ever kiss handsome guys on the beach, he's so much more likely to hide away from them forever. "I think I might have to be eased into that. If I'm not used to seeing one guy like that, then there is absolutely no way an entire crowd is going to work."

Hint, hint.

Not that it's necessarily a hint, hint, nudge, nudge for right now. They're just in bed, after all. Just being lazy. Tidus sleeping in his usual state is already so much, thanks, let's no lose anymore articles of clothing here.

He doesn't move an inch from his position, but does turn his head to look at something, thinking.

"We could probably make the thing show us a beach right now."

'The thing' obviously being the hologram projector they ~~stole~~ took along from Kamakan, of course.

"Then we'd have kisses on the beach."

"Oh, a practice session, huh?" Tidus's gaze followed with Inigo's, the projector in a cubbyhole in the wall, making him twist his neck to see it. There's some effort being asked of him for this task of switching it to the beach setting, buuuut.

If it's framed as a practice session... Tidus manages to pick himself up into a sitting position, pushing the blanket down some way with him, a playful glint in his eye.

"That means you need to get dressed for the beach too. Down to your shorts." And he's even wearing shorts these days! Or underwear. "Unless you want me to play the guy coming over and asking why you're in that shirt on a beach, and if you'd like to get out of it?"

Look, Inigo. Roleplaying on both of their sides.

Inigo's facial expression makes it so clear that he's struggling here. Mostly because he wants to 'yes and' this, rather than outright rejecting the idea, but it's hard when the idea involves stripping to any degree.

"Seriously?"

It's more a pitiful whine than any actual protest, while he's trying to mentally convince himself that it might be okay. After all, it's just Tidus here. That's not so bad, right? Tidus has seen him wear way less than just shorts!

(He might be squirming on the bed a little.)

"I want at least two kisses for that. As a reward."

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