Reuben
is
so very, very glad for the 92nd minute.
congratulates him :T
thanks him. *coughsorelosercough*
Christian
will
hit him!
probably deserves it. He's still smiling.
flicks his forehead D<
glares up at Samuel while rubbing his forehead. He has to face Italy next; can't he relish in almost-victory for a bit?
supposes he can. He pouts a bit before looking off to the side, coughing. 'I'll be cheering you on in your next game...'
looks at him warily. "You will?" He raises an eyebrow questioningly; he's not quite used to the support...even if he *is* glad of it.
nods, refusing to look at him. 'Yeah.'
Reuben
feels
kind of awkward, now..."Thanks, I guess," he mumbles.
feel the awkward air and decides to crack a joke. 'Plus... I doubt you're really all *that* white... you'll need all the well wishes you_
can get!'
blinks. Okay, that flew over his head a bit. He certainly wasn't expecting a joke. "What?"
shakes his head, 'Mmm, doesn't matter.'
Christian
is
feeling dejected now. People just don't understand the Australian sense of humour.
frowns slightly, concerned. He bumps his shoulder not quite against Samuel's. "Buck up. And care to repeat that?"
manages a lopsided half smile, watching the other. 'I was just questioning your purity, is all.'
chokes slightly, blinking. He takes a moment to breathe again, then swats Samuel upside the head, not trying too hard to be gentle. "That's_
nothing to do with this and you know it," he grumbles. He suppresses the urge to get worked up over it; that'd just make it worse.
rubs his head, scowling at the other slightly. 'Jeeze, it was just a joke Reubzilla.' He takes a step back, the school melting into a_
disgruntled face.
snorts. "Not one in particularly good taste." He's still kinda touchy about that. He sighs, trying to relax. "I suppose I should be glad_
you can't say something similar about the All Blacks, shouldn't I?" He's awkwardly trying to ease the other's disgruntlement.
Christian
has
similar jokes about All Blacks and the stains on their shorts but.... he bites his tongue. 'Probably.' he says, quirking a small smile.
...doesn't even want to know. He directs a put-upon glare in Samuel's direction. "You're insufferable," he complains, shaking his head.
smirks, 'Yet you decide to suffer me. I think there is a special word for that.'
still doesn't want to know...even if he's got a pretty good idea already. "Idiotic?" he asks, attempting to feign innocence. "Probably."
laughs softly. 'Exactly what I was thinking of,' he says, eyes twinkling in amusement. Reuben really was too tightly wound.
Reuben
feels
like a pervert now. Again. He sighs. "No more than you are, though..."
blinks, 'I thought we'd already established I'm an idiot.'
stares at him for a moment before letting out a small laugh. "Nice to see you admit it," he teases.
waves a hand, smiling slightly. That cheered him up, 'I don't admit it.... I mean there is a reason I'm in the top 3 most of the time, you_
know.'
smiles. "Blind luck?" he hazards, trying to sound innocent.
laughs, 'Everything is blind luck when it comes to me, huh?'
lets out a laugh of his own. "Of course it is. I couldn't possibly acknowledge that it's *skill*, after all. Must be luck."
nudges him, perhaps a tad too harshly and laughs too. 'Atleast I have dumb luck.'
stumbles a little, but he's well aware that he's been asking for it for a while now. "Lucky thing. Probably just means you need it."
grins, 'But what do you have Reuby?'
glances up at him curiously, not quite sure where he's going with this. "More than enough to beat you at rugby?" he tries.
..... forgot about that. '....'
chuckles quietly at his lack of response, but isn't quite willing to rub it in.
would nudge him again if he did. 'Well, Cricket.'
wrinkles his nose a little in distaste. "But...it's cricket." He's not entirely sure what that's going to prove, but it made sense to him.
grins, 'Yep, it's cricket! Also won a gold in the winter olympics for snowboarding.'
winces a little. He's not very good with Winter games..."Well, that's luck for you, I guess," he teases, sticking out his tongue slightly.
grabs the tongue inbetween two of his fingers, grinning. 'What was that? Mr. I'veonlyeverwononemedal?'
settles for glaring at him as he attempts to reclaim his tongue. He pokes Samuel sharply in the side in an effort to distract him.
lets go at the poke, making a startled noise that has him blushing afterwards
Reuben
gives
him a disbelieving look at the noise, endeavoring not to laugh, as he scrubs his tongue with the back of his hand.
made a manly startled noise, thank you very much.
Reuben
thinks
that's not quite how he would have described it, but whatever Samuel needs to tell himself...
scowls, flicking Reuben's forehead. 'Don't you have work to do?'
rubs his forehead. "Is that your subtle way of saying you want rid of me?" he grumbles slightly.
shakes his head, although it might have been a moment ago. 'It's just... well I have work to do.'
Reuben
is
more glad than he plans to let on that it's not. "Of course you do," he teases slightly. "Should I leave you to it, then?"
nods, grinning. 'You're too much of a distraction,' he teases back, 'Unless you want to give a hand.'
blinks, not quite sure if he should be offended by being classed as a distraction. "I *could* help...but I don't think I'm going to. Not_
unless you've got something good to offer in return," he continues in a sing-song tone.
smirks, saying one single word, 'Vegemite.'
allows his face to fall slightly. Samuel has him there...He mutters a small complaint or two before acquiescing. "Fine."
smiles brightly, taking his hand to guide him to his place and then in, opening the door to the office. 'It's only a about a weeks worth_
this time, should be done in about 3 hours, maybe 2 with you here.'
stares at him in disbelief. "You...you...a *week*?" he says, mildly despairing. Well, at least that snapped him out of the feeling of_
...*whatever*, that had surfaced as Samuel 'guided' him here.
wanted to get there. The sooner it was done the sooner they would be done in his mind. He blinks towards the other, 'I can just do it and_
you can hang around and look pretty?' He sits down at his desk, fishing through the drawer for something.
chokes slightly at that, before glaring at him. "Not funny," he manages. "Give." He gestures for his share of paperwork, looking around for_
a seat and clear surface to do his share.
Christian
has
a clear desk and a seat oppposite his own at the other end. There is even leg room. Pulling out his glasses with a 'Aha,' he looks up at_
Reuben and hands his a quarter of the pile.
*and putting them on he looks up at
*him
grudgingly takes the pile, taking his own seat with a muttered thanks. He looks quickly over the paperwork, checking that he knows what_
he's doing. He glances up at Samuel for a moment; he was a little surprised by the glasses. He spares a moment to be appreciative, though.
Christian
has
already started on his paperwork, chewing on the end of his pen. He only wore glasses when he did paperwork because of the headaches he got_
supposedly his eyes couldn't concentrate very well. Mumbling a small thanks to Reuben in turn, he drops a piece of paper in the done pile_
and works on the next.
stares momentarily before realising he should be getting on with his own work. He takes up his own pen and proceeds to figure things out.
stretches after he finishes about half of his pile, looking up. 'Would you like a coffee?' he asks, feeling bad. He really is an awful_
host.
blinks, a little startled at the interruption. "Sure, if you're making." He stares back down at his paperwork, almost done, with a sigh.
ruffles his hair as he passes, 'Thanks for this Reuberu~ You've been so speedy tonight.' Bad pun said, he leaves the room and returns with_
coffee and even toast fingers with vegemite dip.
frowns slightly at that, spending the time Samuel's gone de-ruffling and finishing up. He looks up as Samuel re-enters, a little surprised_
at his consideration. "Thank you," he mumbles, smiling.
smiles back, glad he made up for being a good host. He puts them on the table and sits down. 'Nope, thank you~,' he chimes, putting his_
chin in his hands.
stares at him for a moment before shrugging. He guesses Samuel won't be joining him on the dipping. "Mind if I...?" he asks. It's tempting.
shakes his head, 'Go ahead.' He starts on the paperwork again leaving Reuben to eat... he wasn't about to admit it but he enjoyed this_
it was relaxing and yet kept him on the edge of his seat all the same.
Reuben
is
far too distracted by the Vegemite, really. He'll try to keep his munching and enjoyment of the delicious spread to a quiet minimum.
sips at his coffee, gradually making his way through the pile of work. Once done, he slouches across the desk looking at the clock. Two
hours wasn't bad...
Reuben
thinks
it's kinda great for a whole week's worth. He's finishing up, ensuring he gets every last morsel of spread. He feels a little bad for not_
being of more help, though.
Christian
thinks
he was plenty of help. He takes off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose and nudges Reuben under the desk with a grin. 'Boreeed yet?'
frowns slightly at the nudge, prodding him back a little. "Not at all, particularly not with your hospitality." He nods slightly before_
stretching and relaxing back into the chair a little more.
prods him back, 'So you like them quiet, eh?'
tilts his head forwards more, looking at Samuel, one eyebrow raised. "Who is them?" he asks, somewhat mystified by his line of thought.
blushes shaking his head and waving a hand, 'No one in particular... just the people y-you hang out with I guess?
raises the other eyebrow. He has no clue what Samuel's on about, but he'll humour him. "Well, too quiet makes things dull." He shrugs."Why?"
waves a hand, leaning forward too. 'It doesn't matter,' he says, he really shouldn't be asking about Reuben's preferences afterall.
blinks in confusion. "Okay..." That was odd. He wonders if he's missing something, but shrugs it off. "That all the paperwork done?"
nods, proud of himself. 'Do I get a reward~?'
lets out a small laugh at that, smiling. "Whatever could you want?"
pretends to think about it before smirking, 'Something from you.'
blinks, a little wary. "I'm not agreeing to that until you specify," he replies, somewhat sceptically.
shrugs, eyes playful. 'I want a surprise.. a nice surprise.'
frowns slightly. "A surprise?" He's not sure how he'll cope with that; all he can do is give it his best. He nods slowly. "Okay..."
smiles, pulling back a little. 'Thank you.' He looks rather excited at the idea actually, even if he is a little red in the face.
quirks a little half-smile in response, even if he isn't quite sure what he should surprise him with. "You deserve it, I guess," he teases.
hums settling further back into he's practically melting into his chair. He sighs happily as the tension drifts away... 'I believe so.' He_
replies with a smile.
smiles fully at that. "If you say so. I'll have to think of something really special then, won't I?"
laughs lightly, 'If you really want to make it speacial then I'm not going to stop you from spoiling me.'
shrugs, still smiling. "Well, everyone needs spoiling once in a while. And I thought you deserved it?"
nods nods, 'I do~ That's why I'm not stopping you.' He leans his arms against the desk, smiling, 'It sounds like you're stalling though.'
blinks, surprised. "What, you want it *now*?" Okay, so maybe he was stalling a bit. But what was he supposed to do for him now...
nods, grinning. 'I'd like it now.' He's kind of maybe aiming for a specific thing, not that he's about to admit that to himself.
Reuben
thinks
a moment before nodding slowly. He might have an idea. "Impatient," he teases mildly, standing and pacing slowly around to the other side_
of the table, eventually stopping a bit behind Samuel.
raises an eyebrow, sitting back in his chair to watch the other. 'You'd weasel your way out of it otherwise.'
leans forward, flicking him across the nose, still frowning. "I wouldn't. I gave my word. And when have I ever done that?"
can't think of an instance, blushing slightly at his stupidity. 'I'm just impatient then,' he mumbles, rubbing his nose.
can think of a few occasions, not that he'll admit it, but he's glad Samuel can't recall. He sets his hands down on Samuel's shoulders, _
smiling a little. "Of course. Wouldn't expect anything less."
rolls his eyes, 'Only impatient for things that are worth while.'
laughs slightly at that. "How do you know it's worthwhile? It's a surprise, you don't know what it's going to be."
rolls his shoulders, 'I trust you.... plus you wouldn't be able to live it down if it wasn't.'
curses slightly internally, being sure not to let his smile fall. "And why would't I be able to live it down, exactly?" he asks dryly.
Christian
says
, 'Because, it would mean you losing.' He grins up at the other, wondering what he's going to do.
grimaces slightly; he hadn't quite thought of it like that. "Well, that certainly won't do," he says rubbing absently at Samuel's shoulders.
relaxes slightly, shutting his eyes. Those hands felt good, 'Hmmm, and-and losing isn't an optio-option for you.'
allows himself to smile at his response. "That it isn't," he replies, working his fingers more firmly against Samuel's shoulders.
groans quietly, shifting in his seat. He presses into the touch, eyelids fluttering as he sighs happily. This is just what he needed.
Reuben
feels
somewhat pleased at that response. He works inwards, focussing on Samuel's neck before moving down his spine, gently pressing him to lean_
forwards.
falls forward, forearms against his leg. He bites back any other noises, letting Reuben do as he pleases. He is melting under Reuben's_
touches.
smiles determinedly as he works down to Samuel's lower back before skirting his sides and working back from his shoulder blades. A stray_
thought points out all the ways by which this could be made easier, but he's not going to address that any time soon.
bites his lip as Reuben digs into a knot, making a small sound of pleasure as he arches slightly. He makes an embarrassed sound afterward_
, bringing a hand up to his face.
Reuben
thinks
that's just the appropriate reaction to a good massage, but can't help a little enjoyment of the noises he's eliciting from the other._
"Stop moving, else I'll have to start over," he mutters teasingly, ghosting his fingers over Samuel's sides again.
shudders, head still in hands. 'Hnn... I'll try,' he manages, frowning at the catch in his voice.... "Where did you learn to do this?'
shrugs slightly, not quite pausing. "Just picked it up, I guess. Good for relieving stress, helping muscle injuries and the like."
bites on his thumb discreetly, nodding to show that he's listening. It is actually a handy habit to have but he didn't actually know he was_
this tense... and god, all he can think about is how good this feels.
continues working, seeking out more knots and stress points, coaxing them into relaxing. "Why? Enjoying your surprise?" he teases softly.
arches away when he hits a tender spot. '...Ye-yeah. 's brill,' he manages, looking over his shoulder at the other.
allows himself a little self-satisfied half-smile; he's honestly glad. "Glad to hear it," he responds, pausing only momentarily in his work.
looks at how it's happening though... 'Doesn't this usually happen lying down though?' he asks, watching him.
does stop at that. "Well, yes, usually. Lying down, towel-clad, with oils, lotions, heat. Of course, it's also usually done by a trained_
professional." He shrugs momentarily. "Didn't want to keep you waiting. You uncomfortable like this?"
shakes his head, sticking his tongue out in response to the snarky comment. 'No, 'm fine... keep going *pause* please.'
laughs a little at his reaction before continuing. "Since you asked so nicely, I guess I'm bound to comply," he teases, working deeply at_
Samuel's shoulders once again.
tenses before relaxing, facing forward again. 'You wouldn't be doing it if you didn't want to Reubbers,' he points out, voice hitching half_
way through. 'I think you're using this as an excuse to fe-feel me up.'
emits a small noise, half way between choking and laughing; he hopes it sounds more like the latter. "And why would I want to do that?" he_
Reuben
asks
, trying to keep his voice level. "You deserved your surprise, that's all." He's reassuring himself as much as Samuel with that, really.
chokes out a laugh that trails off into a soft moan, ''Cause it's me,' he replies looking up at the other.
frowns, pausing in his ministrations; he can feel a blush rising that he's determined not to let show. He taps his fingers on Samuel's_
back as a distraction. "Would you want me to? With accusations like that, I might start thinking you're not grateful for your surprise..."
glances over his shoulder when the other stops frowning slightly, 'I don't want you to stooop Reubarb pie... I was just teasing.' He pauses_
before adding in a grumble, 'And I'm grateful too.'