Room 401, Sunday Morning

[ultron_junior]

Victor had woken up early to the sound of a phone call from L.A. He'd fixed all the team's problems with a few clicks on a keyboard, sighing just a bit over how lost they were without him. Then he got a healthy breakfast of orange soda and blueberry Pop-Tarts and flopped back on his bed to eat and daydream.

He was shirtless, naturally. That was just how he rolled.

[OOC: Open post!]

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[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Well, he had to be shirtless for Tony to show up...

He had some in to state his confusion over how he somehow didn't have the reactor in his chest anymore. But he did occasionally. It would seem that the fangirls couldn't decide if it was sexier with or without.

What he said instead was, "Victor..."

His breath was taken aback by his lack of a shirt.

[ultron_junior]

"Tony..." Victor answered, with a sexy grin that lit up his whole face. "My morning just got mucho, mucho mejor." He had a Mexican accent now and spoke even more random Spanish, thanks to the fangirls. "¿Qué tal?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony blushed. Because that's what you do around people you like, right? Right.

"I was wondering if you maybe needed an... upgrade."

Wow. Just wow, fangirls.

[ultron_junior]

"I have been running a little slow lately," Victor said thoughtfully. "But just having you in here has mi corazon back up to speed."

He helpfully thumped his hand against his chest, just in case the Spanish had confused anyone. And also to draw attention to hi specs.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure I've got the tools you need for that," Tony replied huskily, pressing a hand against that chest. Even though he hadn't actually been established as entering the room or anything. It was possible the writer forgot about that fact. So. Just go with it.

[ultron_junior]

"Mmmm," Victor agreed, resting his hand on Tony's. He seemed totally unperturbed by the sudden closeness. "You can enhance my hardware anytime."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Maybe increase your... ram."

Wow, this was getting weird.

[ultron_junior]

Victor chuckled, reaching to grab Tony's wrists. "You wanna ram me?" he asked. "Put a little Intel inside?"

And it just got EXPONENTIALLY weirder.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Starting to think the fangirls don't know how to write sexy dialogue.

"Oh, you know it," Tony whispered. "There won't be any floppy disks when I'm around."

[ultron_junior]

"How do you feel about hardware?" Victor asked, breathing heavily into Tony's ear. "'Cause I got some of that you could .... take a look at."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony gasped, totally grabbing that hardware. You know. The hardware? Just say that you know before more ridiculous euphemisms are used here.

Joystick. Oh god, that was terrible.

"Oh, Victor."

[ultron_junior]

The fangirls had forgotten to mention the door being closed before the hardware grabbing began, but let's assume it was closed by the same magic that took care of socks and shoes.

"Tony," Victor said dreamily. "Mi héroe. You can jugar con mis controles anytime."

He somehow found a spare hand to tug Tony onto the bed.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Well, it helped that he was an android. Somehow.

Tony's shirt somehow disappeared and Sarah McLaughlin started to play in the background as he sunk onto the bed. Never mind tangled limbs or pointy elbows hitting each other. That would be silly! "Mi amor!"

Was that Italian or Spanish? WHO CARED?

[ultron_junior]

Of course there were no problems with elbows or nails or lack of room on the single bed. Victor was an android and Tony was a supergenius, so obviously their makeouts would be perfect -- complete with Sarah MacLachlan singing about their lives.

Your love is better than ice cream
better than anything else that I've tried
and your love is better than ice cream
Everyone here knows how to fight