BUMPING MARS' BARS (like real men do). killian, skype.

it had to have been one of the many now-empty cans of red bull that sat neatly arranged upon the empty space of his desk in an order that could have resembled a small house that ended up giving him that last ounce of courage to suggest such a thing. he'd probably had too much again, too many energy drinks did tend to lead to a very compromised killian with many regrets later on. at one point, he'd given his big brother a really bad looking tattoo, and despite the both of them knowing how much his older brother absolutely detested it, he claimed it was the second best thing on his body, leading into a very terrible joke about how his face was apparently the center of attention

his brother was just plain weird sometimes.

kian seemed to be taking his sweet time, to which killian could have sword he was pretty sure that kian was going to end up bailing on him. his uncle barging in on him or something, and that would be the beginning and end of their skype adventures. a small frown spread on his face, killian debated sending a message to kian, something along the lines of it being alright if he didn't actually want to have a skype call. while he did want to push the other, which unfortunately led killian into giving the other full control of the situation at the moment, he did want to see if kian would go through on it. he was curious, curious on whether kian really wanted to see his face in something that wasn't a picture.

then the sing-song tone of being called was ringing over his music, and killian quickly muted that before pressing the wonderful accept button. while his face definitely had ended up cooling down from before, he had a feeling he still looked incredibly red, considering his face was still experiencing a sensation acute to burning.

grin spreading across his face, his video camera suddenly turned on. killian did his best to look casual. "and I was starting to think you weren't going to do it." the grin widened, and for some reason his face started to heat up again.

"how's this for your sweatshirt fantasy? is it a big enough size?" lifting up his arms, he felt the blanket that was effectively cocooned in start to fall away, and he quickly pulled it tighter. "its probably my biggest, and yet i still don't think its baggy enough."

his grin grew, killian leaning closer to the screen, settling his elbows on the table top and propping his chin up on his palms. "Oh?" tilting his head to the side, killian felt a slightly mischievous edge to his tone. "are you sure those will fit? i mean i think i'd rather see you in one of mine anyway." thinking about it, he had a feeling that his sweatshirts would fit better on kian than the other way around anyway. "and since when is there a quota on bagginess? if i dont fill it, i mean, i can take it off."

of course he knew something was going on. the little blanket of silence that wasn't too uncomfortable, kian moving around and doing something. he felt a frown slip on, although it was more leaning on playful than actually an upset frown. "what are you doing?" his frown slipped, chuckling a little while shaking his head. whether kian dodged the question or not, killian couldn't help his curiosity. that and he wanted to make sure that kian wasn't taking pictures. then again if he was, killian wasn't sure that he cared all that much.

another grin, his face heating up a little at kian's words. "would it be too cliche to say that you don't look too bad yourself or am i allowed to do that?" his pushed the blanket off of his shoulders, returning to his original position of having his chin propped up on his palms. "what i wouldn't give to trace your jawline." he pouted a little,

"so, kian. what exactly do you do for fun? besides of course dropping your innuendos over pesterchum. to me, of course." his cheeky grin should have said it all, really. he was teasing, though he was also trying to see if he could get a redder tint out of kian.

vaguely, killian weighed the pros and cons of sending a sweater to japan, express-way. he wondered if the extra money would be worthwhile, a small part of him just quietly reminding himself that there were, indeed, more pros than there were cons -- or killian found that he didn't quite care about the cons. the pros included the look he knew that would be on kian's face as he'd open up the box, and lo and behold a sweatshirt nestled inside, along with knowing that kian was going to be stuck with the scene of killian's favorite cologne for as long as he was willing. fingers thrumming against his cheek, he hadn't realized he'd gone silent for a moment while he debated on whether or not to send the damn thing. "would you prefer this one or should i pick a different color?" grin widening, killian pressed kian further.

"if it doesn't fit the quota, then it doesn't fit the quota." visibly, he shrugged, though his widening grin should have shown that he knew exactly what he was doing. killian didn't make many mistakes, and this was definitely not one of them. not if he could somehow stop it. "that's not a yes or a no, kian."

when kian disappeared from the screen, and he took no hesitation to make sure that he got his fair share of an eyeful as kian left. waiting seemed to take ages, but when kian eventually came back into view, it was with something that made him chuckle. "cheese!" it was definitely adorable, and he did his best to give kian a dazzling smile on top of it to make it that much better.

he'd made a point to look kian over again that time, letting his eyes take their time in sizing kian up. "you're something more than dashing, actually. ravishing, maybe?" the word fit just as well, in all honesty, though killian might have liked ravishing better. it almost sounded as though he were planning to eat kian up, and while he wasn't going to say no to such an offer, he knew that he was going to have to be careful with how he went about it. "if only you knew." watching with kian proved to be no healthy feat either, he made a mental note to pull that side out of kian every once in a while. he swallowed, nodding slightly along with his words.

there was a tsking noise, as killian frowned a little. "for shame, and i was thinking we could have some real fun. no matter, though, i'll just have to find another way around it." the words he said were playful, and he shifted a little in his seat before continuing any further. "you know, that wouldn't stop me. what if you woke up to find a mysterious video already saved? hm?"

oops its long sorry not sorry

"so. obnoxious, bright, fluorescent red." a smirk later and killian was pushing himself off of his chair, mumbling something along the lines of ill be right back before disappearing off camera, the sound of a door being pulled open - with apparent difficulty - following shortly after. after a tennis racket being thrown out of the way, landing with a clatter at the edge of his bed, killian reappeared holding out a sweatshirt that, without a doubt, fit the description of obnoxious, bright, fluorescent red. "um. it's got some paint on it, no thanks to a friend of mine, but i think after i wear it around a bit then it should be ready for me to send over, yeah?" he flashed kian a dazzling smile before folding the sweatshirt up, setting it off to the side delicately as he refocused his attention on kian. "though, take good care of it. it's one of my favorites." he already knew what kian's answer would be - something along the lines of how he would never dream to let harm come across such a delicate possession - and so, killian chose to fix the other with a dopey grin.

a scoff was given, killian covering up his face with a hand in a show of fake offense. "next you'll say i wear glasses because being a dork is apparently the new cool. which, by the way, i wear to read." though, the camera was definitely tempting him. killian pursed his lips in thought, looking back at the door to check if it was closed, and then looking back at kian. "if my brother walks in and asks questions, i'm playing the peer pressure card." that was the last thing he said before pulling the sweatshirt up and over his head, discarding it on the floor, somewhere over by the tennis racket probably. he had, conveniently, forgotten the reason why he had the damn thing on in the first place until it was actually off. his room was like an ice box, though he chose to ignore it in favor of the camera that kian was holding and debating on whether throwing off his tank-top to complete. "oh- i guess you haven't technically seen my tattoos, have you?" or, be easily distracted off the topic entirely.

his head tilted again, face frowning slightly in thought. there were plenty of ways to answer, quite of few having some rather appealing outcomes. killian wasn't sure which he liked most. "because... i could eat you up?" he went with quite possibly the worst option, drawing out the vowels and topping it off with a cheeky grin as if he knew exactly what he was doing. in truth, he really didn't. "or, better yet, just sitting here and devouring you with my eyes isn't nearly enough." he nodded as if that tied it all together, something of a proud grin plastered on his face as he leaned back against the chair.

"well i did just almost strip, on camera mind you, because you egged me on. i don't exactly do that for everyone who comes a-knocking." a quick shrug, "plus, new things can be exciting." there was no way he was giving kian the satisfaction of him dropping anything. he was in it to win it. narrowing his eyes at kian's next choice of words, killian chose to cross his arms over his chest. "jealousy would be a rather attractive shade on you," he mused aloud, returning to his thinking face, "looks like i have a new goal to accomplish next time i visit japan. visit you, and then steal your camera for a night." another grin, killian leaned forward again, settling his elbows on the table top.

somehow his grin managed to widen some, as kian started listing off the apparent clauses in their newly made agreement. "worn in is fine, smelling of you is a condition. considering you're getting it while smelling of me, it's only fair, after all." as if to top it off, killian shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"cute. i don't look cute, kian." a firm pout had crossed his face, in place of the broad grin. "it's a solid smoking hot, glasses or no glasses." maybe to anyone else, killian could have sounded or looked offended, but he figured that he and kian would have known each other for long enough to know when the other was joking. at the silence to his mentioning of how their predicament was the textbook definition of peer pressure, the frown faded away, replaced by a victorious grin. killian watched as as kian tried to lean around, as if it was going to actually help him see around the screen or something, and after letting out a chuckle, killian turned a bit to give kian a better view. biting his lip, killian looked down at his tattoo, or what he could see of it over his shoulder, and then back up at kian. "it's just a bunch of birds, really. can't exactly be a tattoo artist and not have a few tattoos. i've got three. all of birds, though, i don't know why i like them so much." he stopped himself from going off on a ramble, just barely.

he wanted to grin, but he was certain his face would eventually break if put under much more stress. it wasn't exactly one of his preferred ways of 'going out', especially working on his way to getting shirtless in the midst of a skype call. "i can show you the others if you want. they look a lot cooler, at least in my opinion. also hurt a lot more."

"you got to see me blush, kian, you should at least let me see you blush." his pout returned, although less offended looking than the last. "you could almost say you owe it to me, even." how, killian wasn't sure of yet, but he was certain that he could think up something before kian realized that he was pulling it completely and utterly out of thin air. a grasp at attempts to make the other blush deeper, except this time not hide it. "i've been called worse." he accentuated it with a shrug. "oh, no, you're still bad. i'm just slightly more so." he paused for a moment. "so what exactly where you thinking about me, hm?"

he held up his hands in a show of surrender. "i'm still that same guy. though, i'm not exactly polite. i cussed out the mailman earlier, that's not exactly canadian-like of me." he wanted to chuckle, though he held it back. "slight. very slight. i'm still damn good boyfriend material, thank you very much." rolling his head to the side, killian gave the other yet another smirk.