Public tensions

Roan tapped his chin thoughtfully "What do I do for fun...uhh...lift heavy things, save people..sex, lots of sex.." He let out a slight giggle at the last part, and turned to Slattery. "Now let's flip it back on you, and I swear if I hear drink alcohol, i'm going to throw every bottle out of the window" His eyes narrowed a bit, while looking at Eric "I have the slight feeling you're coming onto me, Mr. Slattery." His fingers thumped on the couch in triplets and cocked up an eyebrow "Cuz i'm between being amused, or just fucking with you."

The viking looked around, his eyes darted back to Eric every so often, seeing him staring at his chest, and muscles. "Eyes are up here, big guy."

”Lifting things, saving people and lots of sex. Sounds like quite a lot of fun.” The question was flipped back onto him, though Eric did have to actually think on what he did that was fun besides drinking. Didn’t need the hulk of a man throwing out everything he had on him. ”Probably the thing I do for fun is...well the lot’s of sex thing fits into that, also really into throwing extravagant parties and maybe a little skateboarding. Not as good as I used to be but like to think I have a few moves left in me.” He answered, hearing the accusation of coming onto him and not quite deflecting it.

Honestly, he was doing that and there was no denying it. Being single did have it’s perks, even if that messed with the kids in the long run apparently. There were going to be some massive therapy bills in the near future, he could feel it. ”I might be. Only if it’s working, because if not then I totally am not. Nothing but professionalism between us.” A slightly smug grin, tapping on the couch as his eyes continued to flicker between that oddly massive stretch of muscle called a chest and the bearded face.

”I know, just can’t help myself. You’re kinda built like a bull here. Could probably knock a building down if you cared to try.” Hopefully not this one of course. He didn’t have Maddie to save his ass now. ”Not every day I have a handsome viking sort in my apartment without a shirt on. Have to savor the moment.”

Roan snorted as Slattery repeated what he had just said "I'm joking about the sex part, it's been quite some time." The viking listened intently as Slattery spoke, an eyebrow raising at the mention of skate boarding "Oh, now I know your face, you're that Tony Hawk guy from the video games, yah?" Laughter erupted from him, before Slattery came in and covered his ass "Might be working a little bit, might not be. Figure it out for yourself, mate."

The viking slid back, his traps clearly above the padding of the couch, and his ass hardly hanging on by a thread..If Eric meant to keep him around, it meant getting much larger furniture..because those bar stools at the counter? Looked like tooth picks.."Could probably take down the building yah..as for savoring the moment, mate..I can't really come up with a comeback for that."

”Can’t say i’m joking. Apparently when you’re rich, a bachelor and half way decent looking people just flock to you. Doesn’t help that modern medicine makes 39 the new 20. he shrugged, smirking at the Tony Hawk comment, chuckling even. ”Hey now! I’m pretty good at it.” Okay, he was laughing himself, there was no denying it. Not like Roan’s thunderous laughter made it any easier to keep from exploding into laughter himself. Luckily it was easy to figure out what Roan felt about the flirting situation, considering he didn’t rebuke him beyond what sounded like a joke so he decided to go with it.

That involved of course sitting on one of those thigh, which were more equal to tree trunks than actual legs. At the very least they served as a good seat, even if they could likely smash him into pulp if used as weapons. Prodding at his chest with one of his fingers, likely a sensation that went mostly unnoticed. ”Can’t come up with a come back? Now that is a damn shame. I’ll be honest, like real honest. Really tempted to kiss you but  not sure if that’s too forward. Also you could snap me like a twig if you wanted, so  might be asking permission in some weird way.”

Roan turned a slight tone of pink as Slattery moved onto his thigh. The viking sat there quietly, awestruck that someone was brave enough to climb up onto him and sit down. "Too forward? No. Brave? Yes." Roan leaned forward very carefully, making sure not to headbutt Slattery in the process, placing his lips on the CEO's. "You always get what you want, don't you?" The redhead winked, beginning to laugh a bit "Don't most companies have this thing against y'know, employee/boss relations?" The viking leaned in again, kissing Slattery "I could get fired, or worse yet, you could get fired!"
It had honestly been years since Roan had felt any sort of physical affection, and it was nice, but he knew it wouldn't last long. With the immense strength that flows through his body, a simple pat on the back would most likely kill Slattery. "Y'know, if you want this to go any further than the occasional smooch, we're gonna have to find a way to keep this.." He motioned towards his body "From killing you."

Well, Brave sounded much better than too forward. Made him seem like some kind of maverick, rather than a creep or whatever it was that one could call Eric. Actually having the viking lean forward and kiss him was not the expected, even if it was a thing he had been asking for in the first place. ”I’ve been told that. Apparently i’m just really hard to say no to.” Even before the whole being homeless thing, but then again maybe he just had charisma as people said. ”And since i’m the boss, I think I get to make the company policies as far as dating employees. Spoiler alert, nothing against it.” Kissing felt like it normally did, but Roan’s beard tickled a little, which reminded him he had never actually kissed a guy with a beard.

It had been a while since he actually did anything as far as this was concerned with an employee, that being...well a pool boy. Wanted to see what the ex-wife saw in them and was not honestly impressed. The thought of this not going any further did come to mind, especially when Roan could likely snap him in half with a pat, maybe a pat with some force behind it.  ”I mean, I can probably work on something. Technology is pretty great if you know the right people.” Which actually made him think, mostly about having something to be commissioned considering the fact he himself was not durable. He hopped off the males thigh, stroking his chin lightly.

”Actually, think I might have something here. Was having a prototype commissioned for my daughter who was...is...in a relationship with a metahuman of similar strength caliber and when the finished product was made she dumped the prototype was thrown on me.” He walked over to a room, and came back with a small mechanical wristwatch, strapping it to his wrist. With the press of  a small blue button as the sound of something whirred for a second, and a faint field formed over him before turning invisible. ”Supposed to create a kinetic dampening field. Give me a flick, see if it works out.” He sounded absolutely serious here.

Roan stared at the object Slattery had placed on his wrist. The viking twisted his wrist, squinting his eyes at the watch "Kinetic dampening field...uhuh.." His golden eyes drifted up at Slattery, eyebrow raised "So you have, 1000% of your trust in this watch, that it will dampen my strength?...alriiight but have 911 ready to get here." Roan stood up in front of Slattery, covering his eyes with one hand like someone would in a horror movie. His massive hand outstretched, and his index finger connected to Slattery's chest. The sound was almost sickening, a hollow thud followed by the sound of a body crashing across the room. "HOLY SHIT IT DIDN'T WORK THAT WELL, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT." Roan sprinted over to Slattery, who had found himself in the drywall across the room. "HOW MANY FINGERS? ARE YOU OKAY?" The viking crouched down in front of him, being careful not to grab Slattery. "You might need to do some fine tuning or something, because holy crap that didn't work one bit..or maybe it did and just not enough I don't know."

Roan looked down at the watch, checking for any numbers...and that's when it clicked. The damn device was set for someone capable of lifting 500 tons, which left 100 tons of his strength un-checked. Roan twisted a tiny knob, cranking it to suppress all but one ton of his strength. It was at this time, that he'd be able to actually touch someone for the first time since his powers manifested. He reached down, wrapping a hand around Slattery's forearm, yanking him up with ease "Fixed it."

Eric expected the flick to hurt, but then again he didn’t expect colliding with the wall to hurt this much either. Everything turned into a blur, slamming into the wall and causing the world around him to becoming a buzzing screech. ”Okay, now I know why this thing is a prototype.” He muttered to himself, feeling a little dizzy but otherwise fine. Nothing felt broken, beyond the faint  pain that came with colliding against a wall. Granted that normally would have shattered, or at the very least cracked something on him. ”What, like two fingers?” He questioningly noted to the male, arcing a single brow as if he was talking nonsense.

There was the male fiddling with the wristband, nothing that he noted until he felt himself being drawn from the floor with legs beginning to get their bearings and keeping him up. It was removed, and then put back on after a little finagling, Eric looking down at it with an arced brow and a small frown. ”Okay that explains a lot. Didn’t know how much you could put out and didn’t prep the thing for whatever you could do.” He rubbed his chest, realizing he didn’t make much sense. ”I...um...thanks for the help Roan.” He grinned, looking up to the male with a smirk. Twisting his torso, the vertebrae gave small pops along with his joints.

”Sooooo….” He hopped, arms barely managing to wrap around the vikings neck to let him dangle there. ”Think I can handle you now?”

Roan was absolutely relieved to see that Eric was completely okay "Think you can handle me? Boy you got another thing coming." The viking trotted around, flicking off the lights in the room, closing the shades, and making sure the door was locked. He locked lips once again with Slattery before walking into the next room and slamming the door. [ FADE TO BLACK BITCH, THEY DONE FUCKED..DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY]