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The word spreading through the HQ was that their Spellcaster friend was officially on the premises, and now that Enjin was finally free after complying his report--from last week, no less--the tall blond had decided to seek Gob out. They'd known each other for a while after all, and when the other was around, it wasn't hard at all to completely relax around him. The thing was, with the sort of thoughts that Gob had stuck in his head at any given moment, he wasn't one that could be found easily. If Gob had a lot of ideas, he would be incredibly hard to pin down--more so than when he had a single idea floating around in his brain.
While Headquarters itself was a massive place, there were a couple places--the main areas--where Givers and Supporters liked to hang, and those were the places that Enjin roamed first.
Unfortunately, Gob wasn't found in those places, and so, Enjin did a loop just in case he missed him--going through the same places, retracing his steps until he found himself wandering outside into the courtyard again.
... There he was.
Posting up near a spot in the courtyard, the shorter blonde was putting the finishing touches on what could only be described a golden turd, something that Enjin had scolded him about before, but it always seemed like it when it one ear and out the other ear with Gob when it came to that. He warned him more than once--like a hundred times or more at this point since Gob had become their ally (a pretty important one, at that) and yet... he was doing it again.
Before Enjin could open his mouth however--give the other blonde a half-hearted scolding over his weird obsession with turds--Gob straightened up as though he knew it was coming and turned to Enjin, a large, goofy smile blossoming on his face in triumph over managing to add yet another turd to the walls of the Cleaners Headquarters.
Too late!
Blinking, Enjin couldn't help but watch as Gob turned to run away--just like he always did, blond lashes fluttering close briefly as he moved to make his escape--and something propelled Enjin forward. Umbreaker sat quietly near the entrance that led back into the building as its owner proceeded to chase Gob clear across the wide courtyard. There was no one else around today--no witnesses out on the courtyard to watch Enjin make an absolute fool of himself right now.
"What's your problem, man?" Gob questioned with a laugh as large, tattooed hands rested on either side of his head, Enjin's larger body trapping him near a corner where the buildings met, not far from one of the basketball goals. "You like those poops deep down, I swear."
Enjin pulled a face--one that had the Spellcaster playfully recoiling and laughing even more, "Not even close to what I like, Gob."
His tattooed right hand whose fingers had been splayed out against the stone that made up the Cleaner Headquarters lifted slowly and came down to slide along Gob's left cheek, thumb swiping just underneath one deep green eye; his pointer finger had even managed to swipe at the eyelet in Gob's left ear. He remembered the day Gob had first got them, and honestly, all Enjin had wanted to do was touch on them. He hadn't understood it then, but he did now.
He knew why now--Gob was really fucking cute. How did that saying go? ... Not seeing the shit in front of you 'til later?
Gob had lost his laugh in the meantime, deep green eyes watching Enjin for a moment before his left hand reached up to join Enjin's right as his cheeks began to flush with color. Even with gloves on, there was a warmth to Enjin's hand that Gob could feel. A thought struck him just then: if there was no barrier there--just skin to skin--how would Enjin's hand feel then?
While they'd touched before--had been friends for a long time--this was new territory, territory that Gob couldn't find even an ounce within him to dislike. It was just ... comfortable. Things had always been like that with Enjin.
"Awful touchy aren't we?" Gob asked in a low, teasing tone, green eyes crinkling as new thoughts continued to pop into his head which caused his blush to deepen some.
"You gonna run again?" Enjin fired back, golden gaze briefly dropping to Gob's lips before they trailed up to settle on what was definitely a red flush stretching across Gob's face now--adorable--before his gaze moved even higher to finally return to staring into those green eyes of his; he leaned down a bit more, a thrill rushing through him and paused again, distance not completely closed just in case the Spellcaster wanted to change his mind. He was tempted though, oh so tempted.
"Nah," Gob replied, beginning to grin as his arms moved to wrap around Enjin's tattooed neck. With those golden eyes watching his every move, the Spellcaster simply closed the distance the rest of the way as his eyes shut to complete the initiation of what was their first kiss which lingered for a just moment before Gob pulled back a bit, heart racing in his chest.
Enjin swallowed, hard, nearly chasing after those lips immediately when Gob pulled back. Damn, was he teasing him again? Fuck--what did he have to do to get Gob back up in his business in the way that he wanted? It wasn't nearly enough.
Enjin's lips tasted faintly of cigarettes to Gob which made sense seeing as he only ever smoked one brand, but that taste was greatly overshadowed by something sweet, fruity--candy?--that he had probably chewed on sometime earlier. It was nice, and the taste of candy was new as a flavor Enjin liked because he'd never struck Gob as much of a sweets eater.
"No more turds," Enjin murmured, cheeks flushed some as he continued to watch Gob closely, managing to form words successfully even when all he wanted to do was get another taste the Spellcaster again, "I mean it this time." It was the whole reason he'd hotfooted it after Gob in the first place--he'd nearly forgotten to speak up on it.
"I'm gonna need a little more convincing than that dude."
... And that was all Enjin needed to hear to chase those lips again, immediately diving into something more heated; Gob's quick response only made it all the more enjoyable--maybe too much. It was hard to say if he was going to be able to focus on anything else after this such as yesterday's report that still needed to be written up.
For now though, there was no other place he would rather be.