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<Christian> ::tearing out a sheet of notebook paper he folds it and places it on top of the book of the person on his right. written in the center is the word Hi!::

<Methos> ::shakes his head to clear the sleepy fog he was settling into and stares at the piece of paper.
He looks to his left and smiles at the blond, writing a "Hi" back and handing it over::

<Christian> ::smiles back at he man he just passed a note too before writing::
Is it just me, or is this guy like the natural answer to valium? ::hands the note back::

<Methos> ::covers his mouth to stifle a chuckle. He scribbles "I think we've discovered why the dinosaurs are extinct.
They all listened to this guy and died of boredom." before handing the note back::

<Christian> ::reads the note and laughs before he leans over and whispers in his ear::
I dare you to stand up and scream fire then run out. ::looks him in the eyes and grins::

<Methos> ::shifts so that he can lean closer and whisper back:: Somehow I think the catatonics in this room wouldn't even notice. ::smiles and dips his head towards several people already snoring the lecture away::

<Christian> ::whispers:: I'm Christian. ::holds out hand::

<Methos> ::takes the hand firmly but carefully and shakes it, whispering:: Adam.

<Christian> ::holds out his hand again:: Nice to meet you Adam. ::eyes sparkling but face straight::

<Methos> ::looks down at the hand and grins, pushing up his sleeves and resuming his slouch, whispering::
Nice to meet you, but if you wanted to hold hands, all you had to do was ask.
::looks straight faced at the lecturer before throwing an amused look at his new friend::

<Christian> ::pouts slightly that he lost a source of amusement but pushes on ahead::
Okay, I have a seizure, you drag me out, and we run like hell? ::Softly::

<Methos> ::chuckles and drops his head, shaking it slightly before looking at Christian.::
Or we could do the civilized thing and just leave. After all...
::gestures to the front of the room:: the lecture is over... ::winks and collects his things::

<Christian> ::loudly:: Well, yeah, sure, If you want to take all the fun out of it.
::grabs his backpack and glances up at Adam:: Where's your sense of adventure man?
::laughs and makes his way to the door::

<Methos> ::stands and walks, smiling, to the door:: Forgive me, my sense of humor was rendered unconscious by the lecturer about 2 hours ago. It's getting that pins and needles feeling, so if you give it a few minutes it should be back to normal soon.

<Christian> Hey, want to see something funny? ::motions for him to come with. They walk up to a big, obviously jock type and Christian taps him on the arm, when the giant turns around he smiles up at him:: My friend Chad, ::points at a guy walking into the men's room:: Said that you were a transvestite. I have an uncle who lives in Transylvania. ::tilts head and watches the Jock storm into the men's room, before he grabs Adam by the sleeve and rushes him to the elevator:: I hope he doesn't kill anyone..

<Methos> ::bursts out laughing and allows himself to be led to the elevator by the blond::
For your sake I hope he was too angry to remember a decent description to give to the police
about who instigated the who thing! "The blond made me do it" sounds like a pretty weak defense to me.

<Christian> ::laughs:: Yes Oscarfer, The blonde made me do it *hic*::putting on a drunk southern accent:: Said I was one of them dare, trans-vest-err-ites. ::pushes the parking level button:: What floor? ::glances up at Adam and grins:: You ever listen to Aerosmith?

<Methos> ::laughs and adjusts his bag on his shoulder:: Same actually.
::noting the floor already selected:: And some...but I prefer classics like Queen. All depends on my mood. You?

<Christian> You gotta ride? Oh yeah I like Queen. ::humming love in the elevator::
I just think of Aerosmith every time I get in one of these things. Ever play parking lot tag? ::licks lips and grins::

<Methos> ::arches a brow and looks puzzled:: Parking lot tag?
Do I *want* to know what language you're speaking? And yeah...why? Did you need a lift somewhere?

<Christian> Yeah, Well, it’s outta the way, But I am a dishwasher over at Macchinieo's. I don't have to be there for hours, but without a ride, I start walking now. ::laughs and looks up at him:: I will show you tag if there are locals hovering in the lot.

<Methos> ::nods and smiles:: Alright, you show me tag...and I'll give you lift. However I should warn you...
I only run when chased. And I hate to be chased. ::chuckles but tries to look serious::

<Christian> ::steps out of the elevator and walks up to the first little group of students standing around talking. waiting until he is noticed and acknowledged he slaps a guy on the shoulder and yells ::Tag! Your IT! ::running away looking behind him as everyone in that group starts to scatter::

<Methos> ::watches the display with amusement and heads to his  blazer, keying the lock and slipping his bag inside as the students chase each other all over the lot::

<Christian> ::running full speed toward Adam he realizes he cant stop in time so he does the next best thing, he slides for home knocking his legs out from under him as he skids under the rovers open door:: Oh Man, I'm sorry. I had to go under or over, I didn't think I could get the clearance for over. ::tries to help Adam up brushing him off::

<Methos> ::scowls for a moment, staring in horror at Christian before the boy's words get the better of him and he starts to laugh, bracing on the open door:: That may be the most pathetic excuse I've ever heard in my life. And coming from me...that really says something, Christian. ::shakes his head:: Get in the car, you.

<Christian> ::Jumps in the open door behind the wheel and smiles sweetly up at him:: Oh, you meant over there ::pointing to the passenger seat:: Didn't you? ::crawls over tossing his backpack between his feet and automatically reaches for the radio knob::

<Methos> ::nods and climbs in once the drivers seat is empty and reaches out to slap the offending hand headed towards the radio:: Ah ah ah! ::shaking a finger before starting the car:: Never mess with another man's radio. It's like an unwritten rule. Should have been a commandment ranking up there with that coveting a man's wife. If only Moses and God had known there were going to be radios they could have written that one in as the 11th.

<Christian> ::grins and pulls offending paw away:: Just testing my limits man. You live close by? ::looks up at him through a wave of blond curls that fall over his eyes:: Mind if I change? ::roots around through his backpack pulling out a white tux shirt and black bow tie. Shaking the wrinkles out of the shirt he fishes around in the backpack for the black slacks he thought he packed::

<Methos> ::slowly navigates the parking lot and out onto the road, glancing curiously at the young man:: What? Here? As a matter of fact I do mind! I'm not really in the mood to explain a half naked man in my car while I drive down the road, thank you. My apartment's not far. You can change there...::looks at the shirt and frowns:: and iron some of those wrinkles out of that shirt, ya know they do make these things called hangers. perhaps you've seen them?

<Christian> Hang.. Hangars.. Hangers? Nope never heard of them. ::grins:: I'll have you know, a lot of people want me half naked in their, you know what? I am just going to shut up now. ::laughs and stuffs clothes back in his backpack::

<Methos> ::gives the boy a "yeah right" look and smiles, focusing on the road ahead of him:: Not much of an ego there, is it?

<Christian> I am not conceded I am convinced. Is your old lady going to be okay with you bringing a cute blonde home? ::laughs softly::

<Methos> ::turns and gives a shocked look to Christian:: Why? You think you can get the land lady will knock a few bucks off the rent? How sweet of you to offer! I'm sure she'll love you.

<Christian> ::cuts eyes and grins:: My bad, your old man then. ::laughs softly:: Hey introduce me to the landlady, I am looking for a roof anyway.

<Methos> ::chuckles and makes a turn into a parking lot, carefully easing the car into a space and shutting off the engine:: The old man is me. And I haven't seen the landlady...so you might want to rethink that offer kid. ::grabs his stuff and climbs out:: Unless you're gonna keep her *and* her husband entertained

<Christian> ::jumps out slinging backpack over his shoulders:: Yeah, well, you know what they say, two's company and three is...

<Methos> ::looks puzzled:: An interesting game of strip Twister?

<Christian> ::laughs and walks up to him:: I was going to say unsanitary, but now we see where your mind is at.

<Methos> ::grins and walks into the building, making his way to the elevator:: It's been an interesting life, Christian. Believe me. Coming up?

<Christian> ::follows him in the box and giggles at the visuals of strip twister:: Left nut red, right nut blue...::shakes it off:: Sowwy, was in my own little world for a moment. Can you say going down? :shaking his head no, and laughing:: Just playing, It is a song.

<Methos> ::pushes the floor button and chuckles:: I know, Aerosmith, right?

<Christian> Yeppers that’s a roger. ::tilts head and looks at him:: You live alone?

<Methos> ::nods:: Yeah...just moved here actually. Got lucky with a broken lease. At least my grad student pay can afford the rent. For the time being anyhow. ::smiles gently::

<Christian>Kwel! I was just thinking, good-looking guy like you, nice ride, nice place, you should either have a ball and chain, or you are beating them away with a stick. ::tapping toes to the music in his head::

<Methos> ::adjusts his bag and steps out of the elevator when it stops on his floor, walking down the hall towards his apartment while mindlessly retrieving his keys:: Neither. Most people can't tolerate my enlightened view of the world. Which is fine by me. There's a lot to be said for living alone. No one drinks the last beer. You can drink straight from the carton. No one to fight with over the remote. It's quite liberating when you think about it

<Christian> ::follows him:: No one to talk too, No one to wake up in the middle of the night and say, guess what I just thought of. Sounds kinda boring to me. but hey, to each his own. that’s my motto. Well really my motto is Do unto others then run like hell. But that a horse of another color. ::grins::

<Methos> ::laughs and unlocks the door:: Sounds fascinating. Well here we are, mi casa es su casa. ::waits for the blond to enter first::

<Christian> Gracias Amigo. ::whistles:: Nice crib Dog.

<Methos> ::shakes his head and shuts the door, dropping the bag on a nearby chair and moving towards the kitchen:: Thanks. Like I said I got a break. Want something to drink?

<Christian> ::tossing pack next to Adam's:: Sure What you got? ::follows him closely into the Kitchen to peek over his shoulder into the fridge::

<Methos> ::shrugs:: Not much. But the beer is cold. ::takes out one and offers it, turning to realize the other man's face is just a bit closer than expected::

<Christian> I can't drink. ::smiles warmly:: Tap water is good though. I show up to work with beer breath, they will fire me. Can you plait?

<Methos> ::opens the beer for himself and retrieves a glass for the kid, handing it to him:: Once upon a time, why?

<Christian> ::pours some water out of the tap and sits on the counter looking at the man:: I was going to get you to plait my hair for me if you could. I broke my last band before that lecture. ::shakes out mane:: They frown on loose hair at work.

<Methos> ::nods and sips his beer:: Shouldn’t be a problem. There's not much I've forgotten. ::looks thoughtful for a moment:: Well...not the important stuff. What time do you need to be there?

<Christian> Not till 10. I am closing tonight. Make me wear a monkey suit to buss tables, now that is sad. ::laughs:: But I can get changed quick and you could drop me off now, If you have plans.

 <Methos> ::shakes his head and smiles:: No plans. Just not sure what to do to keep you amused for the next ::checks his watch:: five and half hours.

<Christian> ::smiles then looks down at Adam's buttons on his button fly jeans:: Hey, how big are you?

<Methos> ::sprays the mouthful of beer and gasps, looking at Christian with something between humor and shock:: Pardon me?

<Christian> ::wipes drops of beer off his arms and looks him in the eye, confused:: What size are you?

<Methos> ::blinks and shakes his head:: 32 why?

 <Christian> You wouldn't have a black pair of slacks I could borrow? I promise to return them. ::bats lashes and smiles pretty::

<Methos> ::chuckles and sets his beer on the counter:: I *might* have something that will do. Closet is in the bedroom. ::walks to a door and opens it:: See what you can find...I'll see about that pathetically wrinkled shirt.

<Christian> ::giggles and jumps off counter following him to the door and slipping in to look around:: Trusting soul, leaving me in here alone to snoop. ::walks over to closet and peeks inside::

<Methos> ::retrieves the shirt and moves to the counter, pulling out the iron and heavy pad from another nearby door. He sets everything up and while the iron is heating, goes to the bedroom door and leans against the frame, watching:: Find anything?

<Christian> ::slides out of his clothes leaving them in a little puddle on the floor on top of his shoes, he is just fastening the clasp on a pair of Adam's slacks when he hears him speak:: I donno, what about these?

<Methos> ::looks at him critically and frowns:: Oh that's just awful...::trailing off and stepping into the room, circling him slowly:: Hmmmmm....

<Christian> A little tight yeah, ::chewing on his bottom lip:: But awful? ::puffs out chest and sucks in tummy for full effect::

<Methos> ::looks serious:: It's quite sad, really... ::turns to walk back into the kitchen before looking over his shoulder and grinning:: they look so much better on you.

<Christian> ::laughs and casts a sideways glance at him:: I seriously doubt that. ::mumbled::
Hey! What’s in this box with the big black words "Sex toys" written across it? ::yelled into the Kitchen::

<Methos> ::shrugs and smiles:: Believe what you like. And none of your business. I'll be in here if you need anything... ::walks into the kitchen and begins to work on the shirt, spritzing it lightly with water and then smoothing the wrinkles out with sure strokes of the hot iron::

<Christian> ::slipping back on his jeans, leaving his shirt shoes and socks in the bedroom, he slides the slacks back on the hanger, and goes back to the Kitchen.:: Your pretty damn domestic aren't ya? ::jumping up on the counter behind Adam::

<Methos> ::looks up from his task and smiles:: Well sometimes you have to dress to impress and wrinkles don't impress. I could get it done at the cleaners but that costs money that could buy beer. Hence, domestication.

<Christian> Good point. ::grins and hangs the slacks off of a knob on the counter:: You really don't have to do that you know... I never iron, if it can be shaken out, I figure it needs to be there.

<Methos> ::arches a brow:: Needs to be there, huh? Go grab me a hanger from the closet, will you? This is done... ::holds up the neatly pressed shirt, still hot to the touch in places::

<Christian> ::using his toes to open a drawer across from him and peek inside:: Here ::handing him the hanger with the slacks on them::

<Methos> ::slaps and the offending foot and takes the hanger, positioning the shirt while he speaks:: Enough out of you. Stop. And I wouldn't have done this if I had minded. Now...::looks around and over Christian:: you need anything else? Shower? Dinner? Not much here but there's always delivery.

<Christian> ::grins then sobers up:: If you’re going to get me in the shower with you, you should at least buy me dinner first.

<Methos> ::sprays Christian with the water bottle:: There. We've showered together. Now...can we try a serious answer? ::gives the blond a crooked smile and moves back to his beer, frowning at the flat, warm liquid and pouring it down the sink::

<Christian> ::the phone rings and I dive over Adam to pick it up:: Adam's house of Pain, Master Adam is busy with a client. Can I take a message?

<Methos> ::glares and wrestles the phone away from Christian:: HEY! I think I just thought up a 12th commandment. Thou shalt not answer another person's phone! ::puts the phone to his ear and looks serious:: Hello?

<Christian> ::shrugs:: he said No, donay wanna leave message and hung up. ::faking the Scottish burr:: Are you mad? Aww come on I was just playing. ::uses the puppy dog eyes and pout::

<Methos> ::winces:: MacLeod. Bloody wonderful. ::sighs and looks at Christian:: Oh stop already, he'll get over it. ::walks into the living room and settles at his desk, scrounging through the phone book for an acceptable take out restaurant:: Now what do you want to eat?

<Christian> ::sits on the sofa and looks up at him:: You

<Methos> ::looks up:: I don't remember being on the menu.

<Christian> ::laughs:: Then whatever you want, I am easy to please.. When it comes to food. Except I don’t like to eat unclean swine, I mean some pork.

<Methos> ::goes back to shuffling things around on the desk.:: Pizza it is. ::Dials the nearest delivery place and orders, jotting down the total before hanging up. He looks over to Christian, who's still sitting on the couch and smiles.:: Okay, done. Now what? We've got about 30 minutes or so until the pizza arrives.

<Christian> Want to fight over the remote?

<Methos> No.

<Christian> Okay, Strip twister it is. ::grins and smiles sheepishly::

<Methos> ::laughs briefly and then looks serious:: No.

<Christian> ::chewing on his thumbnail and looking around:: Hmmmm, want to wait until the food gets here to decide?

<Methos> ::shrugs and nods::  Yeah...I guess so... ::walks over to the stereo::  you mind?  I usually have something playing in the background...

<Christian> Sure ::smiles:: Queen?

<Methos> ::grins::  Is there anything else? ::looks thoughtful:: Unless you want to pick something else?

<Christian> ::giggles:: Huh? Oh you mean music? Whatever, I am not picky.

<Methos> ::opens a cd and places it in the tray, setting the volume just loud enough to be interesting but low enough not to cause the neighbors to start banging on the walls.  Soon the music is filtering around the room and Methos retrieves his bag from the chair, unloading a few books and placing them on his desk::  Suit yourself and be subjected to my tastes.  I've been told I'm quite eccentric.

<Christian>Are we going to study? ::watches him keenly:: I wasn't aware there was going to be a pop quiz later. Anyway I can get graded on a curve? ::winks lewdly::

<Methos> ::arches a brow but continues puttering around the desk::  Do you really think you've got *enough* curves to warrant you a better grade?  ::looks up and grins::

<Christian>I may not have the curves, but I am slippery when wet. ::shrugs and laughs:: Hell, I don't know what I meant, don't even ask. ::looks shamed and ducks his head::

<Methos>  ::leaves his desk and goes to grab another beer, grinning slightly::  Slippery when wet, huh?  Well I offered you a shower, but you told me I had to buy you dinner first.  ::laughs and sprawls in a chair::

<Christian>Oh yeah, ::mimics his sprawl:: So after dinner we shower, go to bed, get hot and sticky for a few hours, shower again. Then you take me to work? Sounds like a good plan to me. ::smiles shyly at him::

<Methos> ::chuckles and sips at his beer, studying the young man.:: You know, you really should come out of that shell. Stop beating around the bush and tell me what you're really thinking. ::grins wickedly::

<Christian>Was I being too obtuse? ::stands up and moves in front of Adam:: I get shy sometimes. ::kneeling by his chair:: I guess I should have just asked if there was any chance I would get to feel your cock in my mouth tonight. ::looks up under a veil of soft lashes demurely::

<Methos> ::tilts his head to the side and keeps his face calmly neutral::  And just what makes you think I'd let you?  I probably should have mentioned that a friend has made me nearly immune to the "hurt puppy face".  But you still get an A for effort.  ::grins and runs his fingers through the boys hair::  Of course it's early still...I could change my mind.

<Christian>::smiles ruefully and goes back to his seat on the sofa:: Hey, a chance is a chance.

<Pizza Guy> ::Knock Knock::

<Methos> ::rises and moves to the door, smiling::  Don't look so down.  I'd say you're chance are better than average. ::looks through the door and, seeing the pizza guy, pulls out the cash for the food::  Food's here. ::opens the door::

<Christian> ::runs to the door and waits for it to swing open:: Come in, come in. We have been waiting for you. ::licks lips and looks the guy over::

<Pizza Guy> ::walks in and starts to back away from the blond sizing him up, swallowing nervously:: You had a large Weggie I mean Veggie and a cheese? ::moves closer to Methos as the blond draws nearer::

 <Methos> ::nods and takes the boxes, passing them off to Christian::  Yeah, here you go man. ::hands the guy 25 bucks and smiles::  Keep the change. ::looks at the blond:: And Christian stay out of those pizzas until I get over there.  Otherwise there may be nothing left.

<Christian> ::to the exiting pizza guy::  I gotta tip for you. Don't walk into dark ally's alone! ::smiles sheepishly and moves to the kitchen opening a box quickly:: You want WEGGIE or cheese?

<Methos> ::closes the door and walks back over to collect his before moving into the kitchen::  I'll give you a wedgie if you don't stop saying that.. ::teasingly, ruffling his hair as he passes::

<Christian>Wedgie, wedgie, wedgie, But I don't wear underwear, so… ::laughs:: What can you do? :: grins and hops up on the counter to eat::

<Methos> ::pulls him off the counter and proceeds to yank up VERY HARD on the boy's jeans, while smiling::  A lot of things.  But for now, don't sit on the counter to eat.

<Christian>::squirms and laughs:: Okay, okay, where do you want to sit? Or do we just stand above the sink? ::pressing my hips against him seductively:: We could skip eating. ::taking a bite of his piece pizza, contradicting his statement::

<Methos> ::smiles and presses back just slightly before stepping away to grab his own slice and take a bite, chewing and swallowing thoughtfully::  And what would we do besides eat?  Not very fond of cold pizza, myself.

<Christian>::finishing off the first slice he digs in for another engrossed in finding the perfect piece:: yeah, something to be said for getting it while it's hot. ::smirks but doesn't look up at him as he bites off a big portion of piece number two. looks around:: you don't have a nuker?

<Methos> ::quietly eats and watches Christian all but devour the food in one bite, pausing to sip at his drink::  Why?  Not hot enough for you?

<Christian>::slides against him grinning:: You or the pizza? The pizza is plenty hot. ::nuzzling his neck with my chin:: You could use some warming up.

<Methos>  ::smiles and tilts his head slightly, allowing better access::  Is that so?  Guess I should hurry and eat then.  A good meal *always* warms me right up.

<Christian>::licking his neck and sucking it lightly:: Mmmmmmm, hurry, that sounds good.  ::murmured against his throat::

<Duncan> ::gets out of T-bird and jogs up the stairs to Methos apartment::

<Methos> ::stiffens slightly and sets his beer on the counter, his eyes moving back and forth some what nervously:: Yeah...but I get the feeling we should probably wait a bit... ::eases away from Christian and smiles:: I haven't finished eating, yet... ::trying to cover his abrupt withdrawal::

<Christian>Wha… What did I do? ::looks confused::

<Duncan> ::feeling Methos' signature he quickly walks up and knocks on the door:: Me- Adam? It's Duncan. ::The house of pain really threw me, I can just hope my sometime friend is alright.::

<Methos> ::gently touches Christian on the shoulder and smiles.::  Nothing.  It's fine.  ::turns at the sound of the knock::  I sort of figured the guy who called earlier might show up.  Didn't want to be interrupted in the middle of something important.  ::walks to the door::  I'll try and get rid of him, okay?

<Duncan> ::knocks again impatiently hand on his Katana::

<Methos> ::turns away from Christian and sighs, glaring at the door.  He checks to make sure it is Duncan and that he's not brandishing the katana, he opens it with a flourish::  Well well well.  Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.  Come to be nosey after the phone call?

<Duncan> ::walking into the apartment I notice Methos is fully dressed but there is a blond sitting on the counter and he is only wearing jeans. He looks to be about 14 as well. I feel myself scowling as I look at Methos but can not seem to school the expression it into anything else:: Am I disturbing *something * ?

 <Methos>  ::shrugs::  No, just dinner.. ::steps behind MacLeod and throws a warning look to Christian::  Come and meet Christian.  We met at a lecture this afternoon over at the college.  ::walks back over to the counter and retrieves his beer, taking a long swallow and closing his eyes silently praying for this not to get ugly::

<Christian>::watches the men chewing happily on his 3rd slice of pizza his fourth waiting in his other hand:: Hey! ::smiles at Duncan boyishly:: Want some Pizza? There is plenty.

<Duncan> ::looks the blond up and down and I try to smile:: I'm Duncan MacLeod :: I manage to stop myself short of finishing it with the words I issue most challenges with:: No, I am not hungry. ::looks at Methos again and moves to the icebox pulling out a beer::

<Methos> ::watches Duncan closely as he helps himself to the contents of the fridge::  Well then please, make yourself at home, Mac.  Care to tell us the reason for the surprise visit?  Not that I have to guess, really.  It seems Christian has an interesting way of answering other people's phones. ::leans against the counter and resumes eating, while making a mental note of where his sword is and quickly calculating the easiest way to get there from where he's standing::

<Christian>Oh, was that you on the phone? ::smiles at Duncan:: I'm sorry, if it makes you feel any better he really * reamed * me good over that. ::licks lips and chuckles before folding over the forth piece and inhaling it::

<Duncan> ::reamed him good? Why does the thought of that upset me? My hand trembles a little as I remove the cap and toss it into the waste paper basket:: Sounds like a personal problem. ::I turn to Methos:: I came because I was, I was, worried. ::looks down::

<Methos> ::places a hand over his heart and looks at Duncan with concern::  Worried?  Oh I'm touched!  Came to defend my honor, did you?  Why, Duncan, I didn't realize you cared so much. ::drops the teasing tone of voice and looks serious:: I can assure you I have things under control.

<Christian>::licking and sucking his fingers clean, he watches them both carefully. A little light seems to go off behind his eyes and he grins around a mouthful of fingers:: Mmmmmmm:: pulling away finger and licking it once more while looking directly at Duncan:: Hey, man, I was playing, Your boyfriend never touched me. Not that I didn't try. Hell, I was on my hands and knees begging the guy let me suck him off. He told me puppy eyes wouldn't work, he was immune. You must be the one who had him build up a tolerance eh? ::tilts head::

<Methos and Duncan> ::sprays their respective mouthfuls of beer and give Christian a look of pure shock before sputtering in unison:: My WHAT?????

<Christian>::speaks very slowly looking at both:: Your boyfriend. ::shakes his head as if he is dealing with 2 very small and annoying children:: partner, lover, significant other. Am I getting through?

<Duncan> ::starts to refute the boy friend claim but then I think:: So if you knew he had a boy friend why would you try to.. ::visibly ruffles::

<Methos> ::gapes at the Highlander before narrowing his eyes::  Now wait just a damn minute!  I don't have a boyfriend!  And even if I did, it certainly wouldn't be this poster boy for heterosexuality!

<Christian>::smiles at Adam's claim but is still addressing Duncan:: Try to what? seduce him anyway? You're obviously not taking care of business if I managed to make it in the door. As tempting as he is you better get on the ball, I am not the only guy out there who wouldn't think twice about trying to steal him. ::shrugs nonchalantly::

<Duncan> :: I resist the urge to strangle the blond for a moment and turn to Methos:: What do you mean certainly not me? And what makes you so sure I am so straight? Oh wait, let me guess, your type is 15 year old pretty boy blondes that have more hair than brains? ::glaring at Methos::

<Methos> ::glares at Christian and then at Duncan::  I know what I see, MacLeod.  Kristen, Amanda, Tessa, Anne.  Should I go on?  But I can tell you this, you certainly don't know me well enough to know what my *taste* is.  ::angrily::

<Christian>::sensing tempers are about to hit the roof he smiles sweetly at Duncan:: More hair than brains? Oh you want me! You know you want me, just admit it. The truth shall set you free. ::said teasingly as he slides off counter and presses against Duncan seductively::

<Duncan> ::stares blankly at the kid moving against him:: Fitz, Burns, Cullen. ::still watching the boy humping against him:: Seems like neither of us know each other well enough.

<Methos> ::rolls his eyes at Christian and Duncan, setting his beer down and walking to retrieve his coat.::  Fine.  Tell you what, Mac.  You stay and get to know Christian.  I'm going for a walk.  Lock up when you leave.  ::looks very annoyed as he slips his coat and picks up his keys::

<Christian>Hey man, ::moves over to his shirt still hanging:: Your my ride. Are we going?

<Duncan> ::sighs and slides up to sit on the counter where the boy had been previously watching Methos intently:: That’s Right, Run, It's what you do best.

<Methos>  ::stops what he's doing and glares at Duncan::  Run?  No..you're the health nut.  Not me.  Me...I prefer *not* to stick around where I'm not wanted.  There's a difference.  You two look quite cozy.  So go broaden your horizons, Mac.  And don't forget to tell Joe so he can scribble that info away for later. ::looks at Christian::  I'm sure he'll give you a ride.  In more ways than ways than one.  ::sneers at Duncan::

<Christian>::lowers his head grabbing the hanger and his backpack then walking to the bedroom shutting the door quietly behind him::

<Duncan> Who are you jealous over? Me or him? ::looking at his hands::

<Methos>  ::looks amused::  What ever do you mean, Duncan? ::sarcastically::

<Duncan> Are you mad at me for not pushing him away, or him for coming on to me? Simple question really. ::slides off counter and walks closer to him::

<Methos> ::snorts softly and looks away:: Oh please. Spare me.

<Duncan> ::studies him for a long minute:: He means that much to you then? That you can't give me a straight answer, that you would risk what little remains of our friendship, so you can hide behind sarcasm? Or do I mean that little Methos ::lowers the last part to a whisper::

 <Methos> ::looks at Duncan and tries to keep his face neutral::  Why don't you tell me why you came rushing over here so fast and then maybe I'll answer you.

<Duncan> I was worried. ::tilts head:: Maybe I was jealous too. I have been that way a lot lately. I don't know if I love you or hate you. But I do know, I hate it when we are not speaking. I don't know much ::reaches out to cup Methos chin lightly:: I know I wouldn't want to lose you.

<Methos>  ::tries to keep the smile off his face and fails::  Love me or hate me, huh?  Well there's quite a difference there, Mac.  ::sighs::  But I don't want to lose you either.  Which is why I haven't pushed or said a word.  I've tried to stay out of your life as much as I could.  Except for those moments when your head was seriously in danger of being separated from your shoulders.  Then I did what any friend would do.  Lot of good it did me though, huh?  You still hated me for interfering.

<Duncan> Actually there is but a thin line between love and hate. They are not opposites, the opposite of love is indifference, something that we have never ever been with each other, not from day one. ::Duncan leans forward and softly brushes his lips against Methos' waiting for a reaction::

<Methos> ::tenses briefly and then sighs at the gentle kiss::  What do you want from me, Duncan?  Friendship or something more?  Because once we cross this line, there is no going back.

<Duncan> ::smiles tenderly:: I want whatever you can give me old man, I won't ask for more than that.

<Christian>::comes out of the bedroom all dressed for work back pack slung over his shoulder:: Well, It's been real, and it's been fun, It hasn't been real fun, but what the hell. I got a wedgie and a pizza, It's all good. ::smiles and holds open hand in front of Duncan:: Give me money for the cab I called. Don't even try to worm out of it, If you hadn't had showed up I could have gotten fed, layed and a ride to work, so come on. ::waves hand in a give it up gesture::

<Duncan> ::looks at Christian then at Methos as he fishes his wallet out:: Pretty formal lecture wasn't it? ::arches brow:: I can give you a ride, I mean we can give you a ride still. You didn't have to call a cab.

<Methos> ::pushes Duncan's hand away from his wallet and stands, smiling at Christian::  How'd you call a cab?  There's no phone in the bedroom.  ::shakes his head::  Let *us* give you a ride at least.  ::looks at Duncan and smiles::

<Christian>Oh yeah, Uh huh, sure, whatever you say,  save the token protest, I already called a cab ::looks at Adam:: With the power of my mind, or my cell phone, ::turns shoulder so the cell phone in the mesh part of his backpack is visible::  you choose. ::smiles genuinely fondly at both of them:: Just give me money ::pokes Duncan in the chest:: and I am as gone as a virgin on prom night.

<Duncan> Then call them back and cancel, We will drive you to work. ::sternly::
You have everything? We can take the T-bird? ::locks eyes with Methos and smiles::

<Methos> ::looks at Duncan and smiles back::  Absolutely.  Mac's right.  It's silly to pay for a cab when we can just as easily drive you and drop you off.  Unless you're that anxious to be away from the both of us.  ::looks at Christian::  And after the way you were acting earlier, I thought you were quite fond of *both* of us.

<Christian>::frowns at Adam:: Oh yeah, that idea went over like the led zeppelin ::turns to Duncan::  Okay Mr. Cheap-o you could be in that big bed in there, making your * boyfriend * wiggle and moan in pleasure, or you could drive me to work. I think you made the right choice. ::rolls eyes::

<Duncan> ::scowls::  Don't roll your eyes at me boy, I will roll your head across the floor!
::automatically reaches a hand inside his blazer::

<Methos> ::reaches out a hand to stop Duncan::  Now, MacLeod.  I'll lose my deposit for blood stains on the rug.  You know how hard they are to get out.  Let's just go down to the T-bird and drive him to the restaurant.  Then we'll talk.  ::looks at Christian::  Okay?

<Christian> ::hisses at Duncan:: I ain't scared of you! ::then ducks behind Adam::

<Duncan> ::sputters looking at Methos:: He rolled his eyes at me. ::points and paces helplessly:: Okay everyone out! ::ushers everyone to the door:: I am not finished with you yet ::whispers in Christian's ear.:: Just wait.