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[victormakesart]

Victor is in a pair of knee-long rainbow unicorn swim trunks. Victor is so subtle it hurts a little sometimes, with the gigantic aviators that cover up most of the face, the loose black t-shirt, and the big burgundy robe.

Vic's about to go jacuzzing with Malcolm, a new friend from far away. Vic is barefoot, legs also bare, appropriately SPFed, feeling really rather naked, which will soon prove to be an ironic feeling indeed.

((Drag-'verse!))

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[backtomyplace.livejournal.com]

Malcolm just gave him a look and moved past him into the bathroom. There were jacuzzis down in the spa part of his hotel, of course, but he valued his privacy, so he'd brought Victor up to his own suite. It might be a bit risky, having a young man in his room so intimately, but he hadn't gotten where he was by playing it safe. He wasn't going to do anything but lounge in the hot tub.

He shed pieces of his suit as he walked, losing jacket, shirt, and tie before even reaching the tub. He looked back to see if Victor was going to join him.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Victor sheds and folds the robe, just the way he folded his other clothes in the bathroom, meticulously neat.

He feels a little bit like a plucked bird. A lot like a plucked bird. Goosebumps, without those bright feathers, without any sort of hat or adornment. Just the trunks and the t-shirt and the sunglasses. After a glance for permission, he steps one leg into the tub, easing in, feeling the tingly feeling you get when you're immersing in hot water and your brain hasn't decided whether it's too hot or perfectly right.

Victor likes to think of that as the lobster-brain. You don't know whether you're about to be boiled, so you balk.

[backtomyplace.livejournal.com]

He watched the young man for a moment, then shrugged and kicked off his shoes and stepped on his socks one at a time to pull them off. He shucked his pants without a trace of embarrassment. He then tugged off his boxers and slid into the water without hesitation.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Victor very strictly does not look! A soon as those hands go near his waistband, Victor's hands go over his eyes, and he lowers into the water the rest of the way. A little clumsily, considering his lack of a visual confirmation of where he's settling down.

[backtomyplace.livejournal.com]

He leaned back against the wall of the hot tub, his eyes moving over Victor's body. "What happened to you? Lose a fight with a food processor?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

It's quite true. Victor looks rather like someone who wore industrial strength magnets to a knife convention. It's made all the more ridiculous by the fact that he is still covering his eyes. "I was close friends with a good boy that had bad enemies, and I was a convenient target. This happened over the course of years."

[backtomyplace.livejournal.com]

His eyes narrowed as he studied Victor. "You out of that now, though?" He didn't know what he could do about it if the kid was in trouble, but he felt like he should do something. He hoped it wouldn't come to that.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, nothing's happened in over two and a half years." He squirms where he's sitting. Then he says, "Is it safe for me to uncover my eyes? I mean to say, are you covered with water and stuff?"

[backtomyplace.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to suddenly launch myself at you or anything, you know," he said with a tiny smile. "Yeah, open your eyes. I'm just here."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

He opens up his eyes, and he smiles at him softly, something sly and fully innocent in that smile, like a kid who knows he's doing something slightly off-color. "I know, I trust you. But it'd be inappropriate if I saw you naked."

[backtomyplace.livejournal.com]

"Be inappropriate, then. Can't hurt you." He stretched languidly, a wicked smile on his face. He reached down again and splashed a bit of water at Victor.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I couldn't. I'd feel bad." He splashes right back, grin widening, stretching back, arm around the back of the tub. Sleeve sticking to his puny little bicep. Victor is not what you would call particularly strong. His muscles are the exact equivalent of what you'd expect out of a runner, or a very rarely swimmer.