For Hellseher

[the_horror]

Ben was alive and feeling amazing. He had jumped off a building with Klaus's encouragement (Okay so Klaus said NOT to after he did it, but oh well) and ever since Ben had been looking for something else to give him that same kind of rush. Looking to live a little.

Some how that was how they ended up at Club 24, a 24 hour open club, bar, eatery, and what ever the hell else they could cram into the place. It was perfect. Dark with a lot of neon lights on the dance floors, the bar was well places to be off to the side and the music was jumping, giving the night life something fun to dance to.

Ben had never been to a club while alive, and only there when Klaus went, which generally meant the other wasn't all that sober, so enjoying a club? Not really a thing. But now Ben was alive and he could FEEL the bump of the music in his chest. He could understand the need to dance now. He even agreed to drink with Klaus tonight.

Ben had got a simple rum and coke to start the night off, but Klaus poopoo'ed that almost instantly. Not only was a round of shots ordered for them both, but it was a ROW.

"Klaus, I'm not going to be able to get through all this!" he said loud enough to be heard, brows raised and looking over the row curiously. He'd never allowed himself to be drunk before. Was he really going to do it now?

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[the_horror]

He hasn't kicked his shoes off just yet, too busy soaking up the coolness from the others hands. Leaning into it and everything. The soft pressure the others hands have on his face is very nice as well. The touch welcome. Ben literally melting to the touch.

"I remember a lot of that. I just... you know, forgot what temperature was like I guess. being ...gone, and all." Dead. "Guess I never thought about the AC or fans or summer time or anything like that. Feels... nice. Being too hot. Hands feel nice too." he mumbled most of that, eyes mostly closed as he absorbed the coolness from the other.

He felt a tug of a smile at his lips as the other said he was welcome. The hands at his neck, still cool feeling even though they have been heated up. "I can walk." He started first, as if he had to defend his ability to walk to his own damn room. "I'm not that... that fucked up." He stumbled over his words a bit slower. But then he kicked at his shoes, THUNK, tumble, and they both came off to his the floor now as well. "But, staying here might be nicer. Safer, I mean. Safer."

[channellings]

"Oh," is all he says at first, taking a moment to recall the fact that Ben wouldn't have to worry about acclimating to anything, taking his death into consideration, but it's different now. Ben's alive in this moment, so things must feel a little foreign after a decade and more of being deceased.

"You'll regret saying that when we finally go see the ocean and you're sweating your ass off." Klaus chuckles nonetheless, guiding both hands back to his brother's face and stroking his thumbs over his cheeks. "Or when we go to the mountains and you've got icicles hanging off your eyelashes." For emphasis (but also some other reason he can't quite put his finger on), the taller male leans in and gently kisses Ben's eyelids, lingering a moment longer than necessary at his forehead before withdrawing just as the second pair of shoes hit the floor.

He winces, praying the noise won't wake anyone else, although if it does, he's not worried about someone coming to check since they've already made it home without disrupting anybody. "No, you don't," teases Klaus, giggling yet again while shifting around so he can crawl up toward the headboard and flop on the mattress, head turned, chin propped up on his fists. "It would be nicer if you stayed here, though..."

[the_horror]

Yeah. Oh. There was a lot he was still adjusting to again. Temperature and existence and all that. "I'll have you know, when we get to the ocean, I intend to go swimming in it. So sweaty ass or not, I'm going to cool off. You can't go to a beach and just sit there." He said, matter of factually. "S-strip down to, to my shorts and jump right in."

He leaned in to the hands still, enjoying the touch so much. And as the other spoke of ice and mountains and kissed his eyelid, he smiled, eyes closed and a soft hum given. "So far that sounds nice." No, he meant so far THIS is nice, but oh well.

Even if anyone heard his shoes falling off, they wouldn't check. They'd just assume someone was home late and undressing, maybe. Either way, he was shoes free and getting comfortable. "No. I don't." he repeated, thinking he understood what he didn't. He didn't mean safer. He meant nicer. As Klaus flopped on the mattress, Ben moved to sit on the edge ,facing him still, looking down at his pretty eyes. Stupid Klaus. He'd always been so attached to him. "Then I'll stay."

[channellings]

Klaus (thankfully) raises his hand and claps it over his mouth, effectively smothering the obnoxious snort that attempts to escape when Ben starts going on about getting his sweaty ass into the ocean. He keeps his fingers cupped firmly against his face until he's got his laughter under control then exhales slowly, lowering the hand after a few moments. "Some people do that, though. Just go to the beach to tan or whatever."

Regardless of what he'd meant, the taller of them doesn't seem too put off either way. Getting into the ocean sounds nice, sitting in the warm sand sounds nice and what they're doing right now? Yeah, it's certainly pleasing.

The bed dips and Klaus's eyelashes flicker when Ben sits down, position shifting slightly, one arm draped across his hip while the other tucks underneath his head, cheek on his bicep, wrist hanging over the side of his head. "Ben," he gestures to the spot beside him, studying his brother through half-lidded eyes. "Lie down with me?"

[the_horror]

Klaus was doing that covered mouth thing like he was giggling, but Ben didn't mind. He just smiled and powered on through his tale. Or not so much a take, but his epic reasoning. "Sun tanning is for scrubs." See? Epic. "You end up at a beach with all it's sandy glory and you lay in it burning? Who does that. Scrubs, that's who. Now we? We're going to, going to, you know, strip and dip. Right into a wave. And you're such a waif of a thing that you're going to get knocked over an a crab is going to get in your shorts, so be careful. I have divined it."

At this point he's just very softly rambling as Klaus draped expertly all over him, like a tiny octopus. Ben paused in his rambling long enough to look down at Klaus and how he was draped. His name said, caught his attention well.

Ben blinked, then smiled an almost dumb smile before giving a firm nod and a hummed yes. He would lay down with him. "Sure. Right. Get comfy." He mumbled, shimmying a bit under the Klaus' arms and shifting to move and lay down beside him. But not just that. Though the others arms were on him, he scooted closely to Klaus, threw his outer arm over him, and nuzzled down into Klaus' shoulder, hiding his face for a moment.

[channellings]

"Scrubs? Oh my God." He's rolling his eyes, shaking his head and lowering the hand to cup more around his chin instead while he listens to Ben go on and on about what they'd do at the beach. It's endearing, even the part where his brother 'divines' him getting a crab in his shorts after being bowled over by an ocean wave. "Stahhhhp," but despite the complaint, he's laughing anyway.

Ben settles down beside him and Klaus doesn't hesitate to further invade his space, crowding closer, nestling against the side of his head and rubbing his nose across Ben's earlobe once the other male leans into his shoulder. "Funny, you're telling me to get comfy after you just buried yourself into my neck like that."

He's not complaining, though. To be honest, Klaus is quite enjoying their closeness, relishing the body heat he's sapping, humming contentedly when Ben tosses an arm around his midsection, which only encourages him to close his eyes and burrow deeper.

[the_horror]

"What? It's all the truth!" He said in mild protest, chuckling all the while. But that brought a new problem. "Klaus?" He asked from where he was settled, nudged up to the others neck. "Promise we can go to the ocean sometimes this year." He was at least giving it a fair shot at time.

He rather liked his Klaus blanket too. He was comfortable and made it easier to snuzzle into him. He tightened his arm around the other and let out a soft hum. "You can't get comfortable like this?" He asked, not sure he understood what the other had meant. "Maybe I was telling myself to get comfortable." He teased, smiling into the others neck, feeling that nuzzle to his ear. His ears felt like they were on fire, so the soft touch felt lovely.

He could honestly sleep like this, even if he was hot. Klaus felt comfortable. More so than normal.

okay to fade on this? feels like a natural place to do so and we could discuss a new thing!!

[channellings]

"Never said it wasn't," he mumbles in return, flickering his eyelashes, doing everything he can to keep himself coherent and especially when Ben mentions going to the ocean. "Mmn? Oh, yeah, Five said something about all of us taking a trip."

Evidently, Klaus has become far more comfortable if he hadn't already been before, given the way he's barely able to keep his eyes open. He's trying for whatever it's worth, but all the alcohol seems to be taking its toll on him, the body-heat intensifying the fuzzy warmth on his brain. "'m fine. Nice and comfy and warm..." Damn, he legitimately is beginning to doze off, offering what little reassurance his nose grazing across Ben's ear might be.

He mumbles something else, something unintelligible and running all together-- there isn't much time to decipher it, but it's certainly for the best that he falls asleep with it left uninterpreted. When he says a phrase that's as important as 'I love you,' he'd like to be clearheaded.