09.May.12, 08:54 PM
Talian's insult caused B'jin's eyes to widen with surprise, and an underlying vein of horror. Sweet, adorable, precious little Talian had called him horrible! The greenrider didn't have any longer to focus on it before he was toppling backwards, being tickled once more by the young man's long fingers. Coughing and crying and laughing without breath as his body reacted to the attack, wriggling and writhing and scrabbling to escape. He didn't push or shove or kick, however. His every move was designed to escape if he wasn't attacking Talian with tickling fingers himself.
He was given no more time than it took to blot the tears from his face, before B'jin found Talian throwing himself on him once more. His words caused B'jin to squeak, eyes wide - hadn't he just called a truce! - the sound more distressed than playful. But then everything was forgotten except the fight to breathe and laugh and wriggle away from his son's unmerciful fingers. Someone who could give such amazing massages should not be so capable of torture! B'jin knew it made perfect sense, of course, but his brain was afire with the chemical reaction of so much laughter and so little oxygen. Nothing made sense!
B'jin's entire body was trembling as he collapsed beside Talian on the grass, allowing the young healer to cuddle up to him. The greenrider was breathless, giggles ripping free at random while he fought to catch his breath. Talian's admission earned a tightening of B'jin'a arm around him, clutching the boy tightly to his side for a moment before he relaxed the muscles. Turning his head, B'jin kissed Talian on the forehead, his uneven breathing sending the young man's mussed up hair skittering. Pressing his cheek to the top of Talian's head, B'jin breathed in deeply, sighing out the air and feeling his body relax some more, the tickle-trembles abating as they faded away.
"I know," he said gently. He should have brought the young man out so much sooner. While he could personally have done with at least half the amount of tickling, B'jin hadn't seen Talian looking so cheerful and at peace - ever - and that was more than worth the bruising he was sure his tummy muscles were suffering after so much wriggling and laughing. "My tummy hurts!" He pouted, eyes sparkling as he threw a look at Talian's face, shifting so he could better see the young man's features.
He was given no more time than it took to blot the tears from his face, before B'jin found Talian throwing himself on him once more. His words caused B'jin to squeak, eyes wide - hadn't he just called a truce! - the sound more distressed than playful. But then everything was forgotten except the fight to breathe and laugh and wriggle away from his son's unmerciful fingers. Someone who could give such amazing massages should not be so capable of torture! B'jin knew it made perfect sense, of course, but his brain was afire with the chemical reaction of so much laughter and so little oxygen. Nothing made sense!
B'jin's entire body was trembling as he collapsed beside Talian on the grass, allowing the young healer to cuddle up to him. The greenrider was breathless, giggles ripping free at random while he fought to catch his breath. Talian's admission earned a tightening of B'jin'a arm around him, clutching the boy tightly to his side for a moment before he relaxed the muscles. Turning his head, B'jin kissed Talian on the forehead, his uneven breathing sending the young man's mussed up hair skittering. Pressing his cheek to the top of Talian's head, B'jin breathed in deeply, sighing out the air and feeling his body relax some more, the tickle-trembles abating as they faded away.
"I know," he said gently. He should have brought the young man out so much sooner. While he could personally have done with at least half the amount of tickling, B'jin hadn't seen Talian looking so cheerful and at peace - ever - and that was more than worth the bruising he was sure his tummy muscles were suffering after so much wriggling and laughing. "My tummy hurts!" He pouted, eyes sparkling as he threw a look at Talian's face, shifting so he could better see the young man's features.