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]

This was, quite definitely, one of the best nights he'd had in a long time.

His fingertips stroked lightly up and down Devin's spine, lips soft against his, teasing the tip of his tongue over his mouth in between kisses. Just as slow, taking his time, savoring every moment.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin had shaken off most of the worry from before, and the bad energy. So he pressed into him, tongue teasing back, fingers curling around his hair and then through it, then back again.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren's breath caught, pressing back against him, rocking a little. Every time the sensation built something happened to let it die again, and every time it built again quicker.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin moaned a little into his mouth, rocking back against him. He hooked one leg around him, tugging him closer with gentle pressure.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren's tongue slipped into his mouth, thrusting suggestively and in rhythm with his rocking. One hand slid down to lightly grope his ass, almost shyly.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin moaned again, matching his rhythm and capturing his tongue to suck on it slowly.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

It wasn't quite what he was used to. But he wasn't uncoordinated, and he managed to make the touch soft and teasing as he slid his fingertip along the cleft of his ass.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin whimpered into his mouth, wriggling as much as rocking. He shivered lightly at the touch, wanting.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

He bit gently at Devin's lip, trying to push back the nervousness as he teased gently, trying to remember everything Devin had done before.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin bit back, not quite as gentle, fingers sliding down his spine, then back up. He was half afraid to move too much for fear Warren would stop.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren gasped. Kissed Devin fiercely again for a moment and then he did stop. Hands to his hips, pulling back enough to look at him, breathless and flushed.

"Okay." He took a breath. "We're going to do this, and you're going to show me how." He was trying to manage a wicked grin around the need to breathe through the urge to kiss him. Too many conflicting impulses.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin brushed his hair back, fingers trailing along his cheek. "Are you sure?"

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

He nodded. Had to take a breath, but mostly because of the frantic kissing earlier. "Yeah. I'm sure."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin was still mildly worried, but he was also aching. He turned a bit reaching for the the lube he'd brought, just in case they got to this point.

He smiled a little, glancing at the bottle. "Whoever invented this stuff was a genius."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren smiled, and what came out was somewhere between a snicker and a giggle. "What ..." And then he realized Devin would actually know. "Hey, yeah. What did you use before we discovered better living through chemistry?"

And he leaned in to nuzzle at Devin's cheek, nip at his neck to cover the blush. "And.. which way d'you think would be easier?"

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin grinned a little. "Vegetable oils mainly, or just saliva. Not nearly as smooth, but it did the job."

He smiled, nipped back. "Whichever you're more comfortable with, really. You're not going to hurt me if you top, but unless you're relaxed and mentally ready, it might hurt a bit if I do, at first." Just like for girls, but he didn't say that.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren wrinkled his nose. "Vegetable oils? Sounds like cooking." A smile in his voice.

"Figures. Always does the first couple times." He was thinking it, anyway. And a couple of other things that made his voice more serious. A little sad.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin played with his hair, brushing it back. "We don't have to, love, if you're not ready."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"It's not that..."

He dragged himself out of it after a moment, smiling slightly at him. "Just thinking. About first times, how..."

How the hell was he going to explain this.

"Just how sometimes you think the person's going to be forever. And..." He shrugged. Thought about the rest of it and stopped, snuggling into him, one arm around his waist. "Just thinking."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin frowned a little bit and wrapped his arms around him tightly, curling into him, not sure what to say to that as it brought up things he didn't want to think about.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren held onto him, swearing at himself in his head for ruining the mood. Again. Really good at that, he was.

Softly, he brushed a kiss over his forehead.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled, closing his eyes and leaning into him. He lifted his chin for a soft kiss, fingers playing with Warren's hair.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren smiled shyly as he kissed him back, touched his cheek, fingertips trailing down his chest.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin shifted back, looking at him searchingly. "You're sure?"

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren nodded. "I'm sure."