"He can’t press charges in our own store. And if he can, well then I’ll just make sure the courts drop them cause he loiters and sexually harasses employees."
One more kiss to the head and James shifted back, hand dropping to snag up one of Piper’s and pull him up with him. You look like you’re gonna fall asleep if he’s not careful, sir. Scratches can continue once you’re somewhere comfortable to sleep. “C’mon, Hart. You can even have sweatpant privileges for however long they stay on.”
The sound that he released when James let go was not a whine, and besides you can’t prove it was anyway.
"Really now? You know just how to make me feel all special." He smirked up, but didn’t argue as he was moved upward and then bedroom-ward.
"Nah, knock yourself out. I’m sure Nancy would love to see you, too. And I mean the store is half in your name. I think you’re more than allowed to do whatever you want in it."
He kept right on scratching gently at his scalp, occasionally tugging closer to press a kiss to his ear, temple, whatever’s handy. “Just tell me when you’re done getting warm down here~ and we can move.”
"Just promise that if he presses charges you come bail me out."
He’d pull away to stand but those fingers felt very very nice on his scalp so he’ll just be staying here for now, yes.
"I love you, and yes." He laughed, hand going up into Piper’s hair to scratch. "He’s still got that stalker indeed. I’m sure he’ll turn into a more than ‘willing’ subject to test out your thingy for your sister."
"I doubt you’ll even have to ask Axel if he’d mind."
He stretched into that scratch because yes good continue.
"Mm. I’ll ask if you prefer it, but some how I don’t think you mind either. I’ll make a habit of loitering at the store then."
"…" He tried to look upset, but laughing was winning over. "Remind me to never let you play poker. Alright alright, how about if you promise you’ll help take care of the collapsing headache? Or I could just get one of my machines out and have it throw things instead."
James flung an arm around his shoulders, robe coming with him to try and engulf. One good tug would have them firmly pasted together along the side. “Maybe we can just get someone else to help you test the more ow-inducing sides of the defense flute.”
"The machine might be the best plan of attack." He settled more completely against his side now.
"Mm, we can test the no pain steps first and then I’ll start carrying it on my person in case an opportunity presents itself.
Does Axel still have that stalker?”
His bowl got polished off, passed off to a side table so his hands could be free. Free to… wander under the blanket and find their way to Hartley’s thigh to try and stay warm. Yeah that’s the excuse he’ll go with. “I think we’ve got plenty of abandoned warehouses between the two of us if you need somewhere quiet and explodey to practice.”
"But you’re trying to make it defense only— need help? I can volunteer to throw things at you if you promise it’s not going to give me some massive collapsing headache."
we can test some of the settings then.” He smirked, setting his bowl on top of James’s before curling into him.
"You think? I mean I’m a horrible person and all but I at least make sure my fans are well taken care of. It just so happens since I’m kind of a fan of him too, maybe, y’know—" James laughed and gave him a nudge after returning each one of those kisses. Food, sir. Finish dinner and then you will get loved on.
"How goes it on the flute front?"
"It is almost done I think. I need to test it out some, but I think I’ve actually managed to get it figured out." He grinned, nudging him before eating more soup because that seemed like a good idea if it was what was standing between him and more loving on.
He got a kiss in payment for keeping his spoon safe. “Y’think so? I’ve never really tried to score with roadie if y’know what I mean. But I do have your blessing in it, and you’re pretty much the master of scoring with fans.”
He happily ate away in vague silence for a second, spoon getting licked clean when he pulled it away. “Alright, it’s settled then. I’ll get my ego and something else stroked by this fan of mine tonight. And since sharing is caring, I’ll be sure to stroke his ego back too.”
That spoon was just going to be carefully watched during that little act of showmanship.
"Isn’t that nice of you? He might just appreciate that too." He leaned in to kiss his cheek then mouth once he was sure it was clear.
"I actually have this one guy who tells me that a lot. A fan, maybe? I dunno, I think he’s got a crush on me though." Rattle, scrape, bowl clink. "I’m thinking of perusing it. What do you think? Too weird? He’s kinda cute."
James came back around, two small bowls in hand. They can always get more later. You sir, you get this one. And you can also hold these spoons as he flopped back down and tucked his blanket back around. “Ego strokers, the lot of you.”
"I think you should go for it. I mean, chances are he really has a thing for you too."
He accepted the bowl and spoons until James got settled again, passing over James’s spoon once he was. “Like you even need your ego stroked by someone else.”