[GP] Shoot that poison arrow

[st_aff]

None of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.

What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.

Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.

At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.

No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.

Comments

Re: Lindsey - for Dean

[st_ableandbar]

Trying to see if anything had changed while he was gone, and not knowing Dean well enough to say, Lindsey only kind of caught the grin and couldn't say if the kind of cheesy charm was his usual M.O. or something Lindsey should keep an eye on today. He led the way further into the stable, not seeing anything out of place. "I don't know," he said, turning around to see Dean. "The horses aren't freaking out. It'd have to be hidden, maybe in one of the stalls or something."

Re: Lindsey - for Dean

[st_andingfast]

"Could be. Let's check one." Confined space? Yes please. Half-privacy was better than out in the open, though Dean had few to no problems with being out in the open. Most people did, though, so half-privacy was a lot more likely to get fun.

Re: Lindsey - for Dean

[st_ableandbar]

If the subject came up, Lindsey wasn't all that bothered by out in the open either, but he wasn't thinking about that right then.

"So, you and your brother do this kinda thing a lot?" he asked, moving into the first empty stall - not the one Caroline had found him in this morning.

Re: Lindsey - for Dean

[st_andingfast]

This kinda thing? Fantasize and plan to make out with a dude in the stable? Probably n...oh, the magic shit. "Sometimes, yeah. Magic shit's not the most common but yeah."

It had to be okay to say that much, and it wasn't like anyone wouldn't know this was magic shit going on. Besides, Dean couldn't focus on that when all that he could think of and do was follow the guy into the stall, push him against one of the walls, and kiss him like he'd been waiting forever for it.

Re: Lindsey - for Dean

[st_ableandbar]

As Lindsey's back met the wall and Winchester's mouth found his, his first thought was, Again? Lindsey spent much of his time out in the stables to be away from people. Especially today, when it was all cupids gone wild around the inn. Winchester was good looking, but a) he knew it, and b) he and his brother seemed to know more about the things Lindsey was pretending not to know than was good for him to maintain the facade.

He also knew how to kiss, and other than the frustrating incident with Caroline this morning, it had been a long time for Lindsey, and that hunger fueled how he kissed back, almost a challenge.