New York (LoW prompt: Bubble)

[killingsoftly]

The first couple of days had been like in a dream of pure joy. He still had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't actually dreaming, that it all was real. That more than just the fact that Warren was with him, that Warren loved him. That he ... even in his head he stumbled over the word, but he managed it...loved Warren.

There was fear there, too. Always fear, of what he could do. Of what he'd done before. That Warren would wake up one day and realize just who and what he was in bed with. That Warren didn't know the worst of it. The lives he'd taken knowingly. Purposefully.

That the full knowledge of him would burst the bubble of happiness they were floating in.

He pulled on his leather pants and shrugged into his silk shirt. Earring in, just one, shirt half unbuttoned. He added a touch of eyeliner, something to draw eyes to his. Nothing too elaborate. Nothing like what he'd paraded around in the years of Glam. But a touch. He was tousling his hair, adding in gel when his cell rang.

He glanced at the number and sighed. He almost didn't answer, but he finally did. He wondered how she'd known he was in town.

"Brenda."

"Devin, darling," her voice was always so chipper and yet refined. "You naughty boy, you didn't call and tell me you were in town."

He continued to fuss with his hair. "No, I didn't."

"I thought that was our arrangement."

"It's not? I call when I need work, luv, but currently I'm doing just fine." He wasn't, really, but his investments would hold. He'd saved well. He could afford to not have to work for her for a while.

"Devin..." She sounded like she was chiding him. "Kathryn saw your poster. She'd like to see you after the show."

"Not possible." He slapped on the aftershave a little too vehemently.

"And why not?"

"I have plans." He swallowed, closing his eyes as he prepared to cut the ties. "Rather permanent ones."

There was a long pause on the other end. "You're quitting?"

He took a deep breath. "Yeah. I am."

"You can't do that. You're my most successful..."

"Everyone quits at some point, Brenda. You did."

"You're at your peak!"

"I'm done." For now.

"Devin...you've always said..."

"I know." He leaned against the counter.

"You're the best."

He sighed, closing his eyes. "Yeah. I know." It was his particular gift. "I'm still done, at least for now, okay?"

Another long pause and then a sigh. "She must be something."

He smiled a little. "He is."

She chuckled at that. "Kathryn will still be there tonight."

"I'll deal with her."

"She's a very important client."

"I'll deal with her nicely."

"If you ever..."

"Yeah, I know. I'll call."

She sighed one more time and then he heard the click. He set the phone aside, closing his eyes again and rubbing his temples.

He'd need to book more gigs, for the energy and the money. Cut new CDs and push them. Maybe actually put up a website with ordering. Something to bring money in to keep them going. And he'd have to make these phone calls in most major cities in America.

It wasn't going to be easy, but he just...he didn't know what Warren would say. Didn't want to find out, if it disappointed him. Didn't...He wanted them to stay as happy as they were. Whatever it took. He'd just have to pull more from the audience. Take from them what he couldn't get elsewhere. He could make it work. He gave a resolute nod, and reached to work on messing his hair up just a bit more.

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[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin kissed his temple with a happy sigh, closing his eyes and drifting a bit himself.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

He shifted a little, then settled, partially out of warmth and comfort and more than partially out of sheer, blessed exhaustion. Emotional, physical, the day had just worn him out. And Devin. Oh, yes.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin brushed his fingers through Warren's hair with a soft smile, letting the high of their lovemaking and the audience merge into something softer, more glowy around the edges. Too wired to sleep, but content to just lie there, he found words, music drifting through his head.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Devin got energized from sex, Warren knew. But he was just exhausted, and drifting became dozing as he fought a losing battle to stay awake.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin felt him drift off and curled around him protectively, kissing his temple again and opening his eyes to watch him sleep.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren forced himself awake enough to open one eye, grin at him, and ask, "So, you still gonna be here when I wake up?"

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin laughed, just a little, and kissed him. "I'll be here."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"'kay." Warren kissed him, smiled, curled against him and fell asleep somewhere between 'love' and 'you.'

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Love you," Devin whispered back quietly. He held him for a long time, then eased away to grab some paper out of his bag, and a pen. He stretched back out next to him on the bed and tried to capture the words racing around in his head.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

ooc: AWwwwwwww. Now what?

Apart from me thinking, he's gonna be sore in the morning!

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

ooc: *pets him* Devin will run him a hot bath.

Ummmmm....I dunno? Do we want to do more in New York or send them home to face Devin moving in and mom not able to deny and Fergus trying to find Devin and going "wtf?"

[blackstonerises.livejournal.com]

ooc: Awww. I'm okay either way? If they want to relax in New York some mroe or if you want to move ahead and have them deal with stuff.

Although I do admit to wanting to see Fergus's reaction. Hell, especially if he catches them in bed together.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

ooc: I'm happy either way either. lol. Just not sure like where they'd go/what they'd do in NY? OH OH OH! Leather pants shopping!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Though. Um. Yes. That too. *amused* Though that's unlikely what with the living at Warren's. He won't just be barging in on them. Unless Fergus comes to New York with Alisha to see a show.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

ooc: The only other thing I could think of was the second concert or if Kathryn decides to pursue Devin around a bit but YES! That works! *giggles lots*

*grins* True. Alas. Ooh. Though. Would he? Could he? That'd be funny. Considering they seem to mostly be hanging around the hotel room NAKED when they're in it.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

ooc: Well, it could feed into that? Shopping Wednesday morning, then heading to gig?

He might? He could? Keelia and Alisha are always in NY, so they'd have seen the flyers/ads and told him easily.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

ooc: That works! Works very well.

Heh. They probably would, and I think at least one or both or even all three of them would be curious to see Devin and Warren at a concert.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

ooc: Yay!

They would! we should do that one, too!

And I totally just took the rest of the week off. I won't be back in office until August 1.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

ooc: Yes! *grins*

Hee! Well, at least now you have time to study. *pokes, smiles*

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

ooc: Your turn to set up one. I can set the other up in Fergus' journal? When should it be timelinewise?

Hey! I've gotten through Wills and Trusts today!

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

ooc: Sounds like a plan. Um. Second or third concert?

Yay! I totally haven't noveled. Although I got some back TRs done, and this week's.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

ooc: Third I think. *grins* So they're a lot more comfortable with each other. ;) And, have. Um. Explored.

we saw! *claps*