Desmond was bored out of his skull. There was absolutely nothing for him to do. For once in his life, he seriously considered the Animus as an alternative form of entertainment. However, that thought was quickly banished when he glanced at the innocent looking chair. He wrinkled his nose and looked back around the room. He sighed deeply.
"Seriously, Desmond? Are you just going to sit there and sigh until the girls get back?" Shaun snapped, his gaze focused on the computer screen infront of him.
"What are you talking about?" Desmond responded. He was sitting behind the historian's chair; comic books littering the ground around him.
"That has to be the fiftith time you've sigh since they left."
"Talk to me when it reaches a hundred," he muttered.
Shaun groaned softly and hunched further over his keybroad, desprately trying to ignore the man on the floor.
A little over an hour ago Lucy and Rebecca had left the safe house. They, apparently, couldn't handle being cooped up anymore and had decided to go out for a little shopping. Normally, Lucy didn't condone such behavior -- their lives were at stake after all -- but even she was suffering from cabin fever. Desmond had fought furiously to join them but there was just no way. Not with Abstargo still searching for him. And, besides, he wasn't a girl and, therefore, couldn't possibly find enjoyment from a girl's day out. So, he was left behind with Shaun there to watch him. However, she had promised to bring him back more comic books and that Confetti Cake ice cream he loved. With a cheery wave, the girls had turned and disappeared not to be seen again for another few hours.
As soon as they had left, Desmond had plopped himself down behind Shaun's chair with a stack of comic books. Every few pages he would pause and sigh. It was just loud enough that every time he did it, Shaun had to halt his work to rub his temples. So far, he had been doing a very good job of staying sane but, he was very close to duck taping Desmond to the bathroom wall and leaving him there.
Finally, silence fell over the pair. The tapping of keys and the flipping of pages filled the room. Just as Shaun was starting to get comfortable with the gentle noises, Desmond opened his mouth, again. His shoulders tensed and he leaned forward. He was more than ready for the sigh that was most certainly going to come. Instead, he was greeted with something totally different.
"Hey, Shaun. I've got something to show ya."
Despite the trouble that could arrise from such a statement, Shaun looked over at the younger man anyway. "What?" He asked, his eyes narrowed.
"Hold on." Desmond stood up and turned his back to Shaun. There was a brief shuffling noise and then he turned back around, his thumbs hooked into his jeans. Shaun leaned back, not at all sure where this was going. "Check it." The young man jerked his pants and they dropped to the floor. He popped his hands onto his hips and grinned cockily.
Shaun's mouth dropped open. Was he really looking at what he thought he was looking at? "D-Desmond... Are those ducks on your under things?" He asked, his eyes fixed on the tiny little yellow birds that floated on Desmond's boxers.
"Bet you don't have anything cooler. You probably have boring tighty whities," Desmond stated.
Shaun's gaze flickered up and he glowered. "Mr. Miles that is completely and totally inappropriate," he reprimanded, pulling himself up from his chair. "This is a serious work setting and you must act like a professional." While he spoke his hands moved to his dress pants. "And besides," he paused, a smirk pulling over his features. "Your little duckies have nothing on these," he said and yanked his pants down.
"Spaceships?! You've got spaceships!"
He dropped his hands to to his crotch in the universal 'suck it' pose.
Boxers 1/2
"Seriously, Desmond? Are you just going to sit there and sigh until the girls get back?" Shaun snapped, his gaze focused on the computer screen infront of him.
"What are you talking about?" Desmond responded. He was sitting behind the historian's chair; comic books littering the ground around him.
"That has to be the fiftith time you've sigh since they left."
"Talk to me when it reaches a hundred," he muttered.
Shaun groaned softly and hunched further over his keybroad, desprately trying to ignore the man on the floor.
A little over an hour ago Lucy and Rebecca had left the safe house. They, apparently, couldn't handle being cooped up anymore and had decided to go out for a little shopping. Normally, Lucy didn't condone such behavior -- their lives were at stake after all -- but even she was suffering from cabin fever. Desmond had fought furiously to join them but there was just no way. Not with Abstargo still searching for him. And, besides, he wasn't a girl and, therefore, couldn't possibly find enjoyment from a girl's day out. So, he was left behind with Shaun there to watch him. However, she had promised to bring him back more comic books and that Confetti Cake ice cream he loved. With a cheery wave, the girls had turned and disappeared not to be seen again for another few hours.
As soon as they had left, Desmond had plopped himself down behind Shaun's chair with a stack of comic books. Every few pages he would pause and sigh. It was just loud enough that every time he did it, Shaun had to halt his work to rub his temples. So far, he had been doing a very good job of staying sane but, he was very close to duck taping Desmond to the bathroom wall and leaving him there.
Finally, silence fell over the pair. The tapping of keys and the flipping of pages filled the room. Just as Shaun was starting to get comfortable with the gentle noises, Desmond opened his mouth, again. His shoulders tensed and he leaned forward. He was more than ready for the sigh that was most certainly going to come. Instead, he was greeted with something totally different.
"Hey, Shaun. I've got something to show ya."
Despite the trouble that could arrise from such a statement, Shaun looked over at the younger man anyway. "What?" He asked, his eyes narrowed.
"Hold on." Desmond stood up and turned his back to Shaun. There was a brief shuffling noise and then he turned back around, his thumbs hooked into his jeans. Shaun leaned back, not at all sure where this was going. "Check it." The young man jerked his pants and they dropped to the floor. He popped his hands onto his hips and grinned cockily.
Shaun's mouth dropped open. Was he really looking at what he thought he was looking at? "D-Desmond... Are those ducks on your under things?" He asked, his eyes fixed on the tiny little yellow birds that floated on Desmond's boxers.
"Bet you don't have anything cooler. You probably have boring tighty whities," Desmond stated.
Shaun's gaze flickered up and he glowered. "Mr. Miles that is completely and totally inappropriate," he reprimanded, pulling himself up from his chair. "This is a serious work setting and you must act like a professional." While he spoke his hands moved to his dress pants. "And besides," he paused, a smirk pulling over his features. "Your little duckies have nothing on these," he said and yanked his pants down.
"Spaceships?! You've got spaceships!"
He dropped his hands to to his crotch in the universal 'suck it' pose.