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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[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren smiled against his mouth.

"Persuaded yet?" he murmured, before he pressed his mouth to Devin's and kissed him quite thoroughly.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin answered with his kiss, lips parting for him with a soft moan, fingers curling in his hair.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

His tongue played over his lips before plunging into his mouth, tasting him, thrusting. His fingers dipped lower, just brushing the top of his curls, skittering over to slide over his thigh, up over his hip.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin moaned again, just a little, sliding his hand up and down Warren's thigh as his other played in his hair. He thrust back, kissing just as passionately, and yet yielding at the same time.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren tugged gently at his lip with his teeth. Pressing just a little against him, rocking just a little, mindful of his clothes and Devin's bare skin. Particularly Devin's bare skin, over which he was running his hands slowly but as much as possible.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin turned into him a bit more, sliding his hands under Warren's shirt to stroke over his skin.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren sighed a little at his touch, smiling against his mouth.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin broke the kiss just to pull Warren's shirt off, then found his lips again, passionately.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren's arms slid around his waist again, pulling him close just to feel the warmth of skin on skin, kissing back with equal passion.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

There needed to be more skin on skin. Devin's fingers nimbly undid Warren's jeans, pushing them down.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren might have whimpered a little. He curled his fingers, lightly scratching down Devin's back.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin clutched at his hips, fingers biting into his skin as he pulled him tight against him. He moaned as their erections brushed against each other, the energy from the night resparking.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren gasped and, just like that, ceded authority of the proceedings to him. His mouth pleaded against Devin's for touch, for his heat.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin turned him a bit to press him against the sink, pressing into him. His hands slid to either side of Warren's head, fingers tangling in his hair.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

One hand slipped back to balance himself against the sink, lips parting for Devin's mouth, breath coming fast.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin was breathing just as hard, fingers still playing over his hips as he thrust against him slowly. One hand slid back, stroking and teasing over his ass.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren's eyes flew open for a moment, slightly startled, then closed again. He rocked back against Devin though with no pause, the tip of his tongue slipping between his lips.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin's tongue met his, teasing over him. His hips kept up the slow rhythm as his fingers continued to tease over him, swirling around his hole, then retreating, then slipping back.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Even forcing himself to relax, Warren was a little tense. The kissing was distracting at least. The touching, the grinding. Stimulation, old on top of new. Blurring in his head, and the next time Devin touched him it wasn't so strange.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin eased his hands across Warren's back, rubbing gently. After a moment, he moved back with a smile.

"Grab the wine, lets go into the other room."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Mm?" Warren smiled, did as he was told, eyes on Devin eager and anticipating.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Despite his wanting a robe earlier, Devin was quite happy to grab his wine glass and pad back into the bedroom. He set his glass on the bedside table and turned down the sheets.

"I think we should get some of those candles in here. The lamp's annoyingly harsh..."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Oh, is it?" Warren chuckled. It kind of was, although he suspected that was also Devin's romantic sensibilities.

But he did go in and get a few of the doused candles, started to place them about the room on surfaces he figured wouldn't heat too much.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin watched him with a little smile and went to fetch a few things from his bag with a slightly wicked grin.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

It didn't take long to move the candles, the most time consuming part was putting them all out. He could light each cluster with a fingertip and a careful extension of energy.

Then he turned and gave Devin an inquiring look.