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 nodded, though he pulled him close, up against the back of the van and kissed him properly.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren sighed into his mouth, arms sliding around his waist, kissing him back. Quiet relief slid through him, tension flowing away, at least somewhat.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin's fingers wound through his hair holding tight, elation and the high of the show and the energy singing in his blood as he deepened the kiss. He pressed him back against the van and sighed as he finally got to do what he'd been wanting to all night.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren made a tiny noise that sounded a little more like a sob than a whimper, arms tightening around him.

He'd been jealous, and it bothered him not only that the mysterious Kathryn had been acting as though she was there with Devin, but that he'd been jealous in the first place. Groupies came and went, he knew he wouldn't have minded if Fergus or Fred came over again. There shouldn't have been a problem, but there was, and with her. And he'd been afraid. He didn't realize how much of the jealousy was fear until now.

He pressed back up against Devin, mouth parting for his kiss, eager and maybe a little desperate and just wanting to taste him, to feel him there. To have the reassurance of that solidity in passion.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin wasn't sure where the fear was coming from, but he held him tighter and closer, kissing him more passionately as his fingers slid up and down his spine. He didn't know what needed reassuring, but this had been all he could think of all night.

He'd looked at them, and seen him, and it was only supreme will that kept his eyes from staying on the soundboard and its operator all night.

He slipped a hand under Warren's shirt, stroking his skin.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Heat flared. He couldn't breathe, didn't want to, didn't even seem to need to as he kissed him. Every moment pushed it further. Pleasure that wasn't just pleasure but adoration, need slaked by insistant physical presence.

Everything had been going so right, so wonderful, and then it had crashed down, and now it was all right again. Better than all right.

The urge to curl up into Devin and sob turned into a soft laugh into his mouth, pressing back up against him, one arm tight around his waist.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled, and nipped his lower lip, lifting his head just to smile at him, eyes soft and back to being filled with awe. He traced a finger down his cheek.

"Hotel. Bed."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a plan," Warren smiled back, relaxed again. He reached up to slide his fingers through Devin's hair, grimaced playfully as he came away with a hand full of sweat and gel.

"Shower, too."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin gave him a rueful grin.

"Shower, definitely."

ooc: oops...

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren smiled, hugged him. Kissed his cheek.

"In the van, rock star. Let's get back to the room."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin stole one more kiss, then slipped back into the passenger seat.

"Drive thru. Food. I'm hungry..." But he didn't want to waste time on stopping anywhere.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren laughed, climbing in, starting the van. "Your wish is my command." He sketched a little bow, then drove them back, stopping at the drive thru on the way.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smirked at the comment, and was wired and bouncing most of the way back in contrast to how quiet he'd been on the way there. If bouncing on the bed hadn't been a bit undignified and not the suave and sexy he was going for, he probably would have done that, too.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

He had to laugh, just watching him bounce all over the place. Or try not to, and fail at least part way.

It was good to see.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"C'mere..." Devin held out his hand appealingly.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren smiled, took his hand, and did so.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin tugged him close, hands sliding around his waist.

"Hi."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Hi, yourself."

His arms slid around Devin's waist as he leaned in until they were nose to nose.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled, fingers tracing up and down Warren's spine.

"I've been waiting all night to get you all to myself..."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

His breath caught, because it still amazed him that Devin felt so deeply about him.

"Hey," he smiled softly, teasing. "I'm not the one with a club full of fans."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Not yet," Devin said with a grin. "But someday, and then I'll have to fight for a piece of your time."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Never," Warren told him with a smile, fingertips stroking lightly over his sides.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin leaned into him. "Never?"

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren cradled him in his arms, kissing his temple.

"Never."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled, hugging him close.