Second Floor Hallway, after lunch

[demonbelthazor]

After working out in the gym, training Phoebe, Bel headed back upstairs to take a shower and change into clean clothes (now that the washing machines and dryers had given up their hostages). He decided to go the long way and actually take the stairs and hallways and walk instead of shimmering directly to his room.

[For a certain someone in particular, but use for all your, um, second floor hallway needs.]

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[demonbelthazor]

Bel realized he was staring and blushed. Then he realized he was still holding on to Angel and quickly let go, almost tripping as he took a quick step back. He awkwardly caught his balance by putting his hand on the wall. "Do you, um, want me to shimmer you to my room -- I mean your room?" he asked, trying to regain his composure.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel sighed, staying right where he was. "Atonement's a bitch. I'm just saying that for the record."

[demonbelthazor]

"Do I have this to look forward to?" Bel said with forced casualness. He was too embarrassed to meet Angel's eyes, so he looked down. At the boxers. Oops.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel seemed oblivious as he rubbed at something on the front of his wifebeater. "Is this a stain? Don't tell me I've got to put this in the wash too. I'll never get it back."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was fascinated by black silk at that particular moment and barely heard Angel. He blinked and shook his head. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"This has to come off too," Angel griped, pulling at the wifebeater. "I swear it was clean when I put it on this morning."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel stared.

"Don't you want to, um...." He swallowed. "...go in your room to do that?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Riiight," Angel drawled, still focused on the wifebeater. "'cause that's going to make a huge difference at this point. What is this? Coffee?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Really, it's no problem to shimmer you somewhere private," Bel said, alternating between staring and realizing he was staring and looking quickly away.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"My room's right over there," Angel said, dismissively. "You know, I think this is ketchup. I haven't eaten anything with ketchup ever. Somebody's messing with me."

[demonbelthazor]

"Are-are you sure it's not just blood?" Bel asked, praying he didn't sound like a stammering fool because having an almost entirely naked Angel in front of him was rapidly turning his thoughts to places they shouldn't go.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Riiiight," Angel drawled again. "Because I definitely can't tell the difference between tomato smell and A+."

[demonbelthazor]

"Right," Bel said, blushing more. "I knew that."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You okay?"

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm, um, fine," Bel said, crossing his arms and leaning back casually against the wall behind him. Except he misjudged the distance and almost fell over.

He was really starting to hope Angel didn't look at him too closely.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel reached out to try to catch him. "Woah! You feeling sick or something? You're acting dizzy."

[demonbelthazor]

Nearly naked Angel. Nearly naked Angel holding him. "Yeah, guess I'm a little light-headed," he said. It wasn't a lie; his blood was rushing to another part of his body after all.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Need to come back to my room?" Angel asked. "Sit down?"

[demonbelthazor]

"That might be a good idea," Bel said, then realized what he was saying and added. "Wait, no, bad idea!"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Because... my room doesn't have acceptable chairs?" Angel asked, not getting it.

[demonbelthazor]

"Because...because...." Bel was awfully close to flailing now. "Because I'm probably light-headed because while I was sparring with Phoebe, she hit me in the head with a wooden sword and I could have a concussion and if I sit down I might fall asleep and you're not supposed to do that if you have a concussion." Yes, he was babbling.