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 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.

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

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

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

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Warren nodded. "I'm sure."

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Devin smiled, just a little. "How do you want to do this?"

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His answering smile was shy, heartfelt, and more than a little sheepish. "I'm. Um. Not sure about that part."

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Devin ran fingertips down his spine, then back up. "It's your choice. Whichever you feel more ready for."

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He shivered. "I'm up for either, I guess..."

He was, too. Quite blatantly, against Devin's body.

"Let's start with you. I can always say stop if it gets... too much." Warren leaned in, ran the tip of his tongue along the curve of his ear. "'sides. I'm curious to see what it feels like with you inside me."

He didn't even blush. That much. Because he was, really. What it would feel like to be together that way.

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Devin shivered then, at the words, the touch, all of it making him want him even more.


"All right..." He kissed him with a sigh, fingers tracing his hip. He eased back enough to pour lube on his fingers, then kissed him again as he tried touching him lightly.

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Warren shivered a bit, kissing him back. He started to try and make himself relax until he realized he was, and that it was only strange in that it didn't feel strange.

And then he smiled slightly against Devin's mouth, realizing what had happened earlier.

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Devin smiled back, then nipped at his lower lip, still taking things almost excruciatingly slow, just brushing fingers over him. He kept waiting for the tenseness to come back, trying to distract him from it.

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Warren's breath started to catch. It didn't bother him, and he kept waiting for it to bother him, too, but Devin kept touching. Kissing. He kissed him back, slow and careful and gentle, letting himself get lost in everything.

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He moved with deliberation, slow and gentle and he sighed slightly as he eased one finger into Warren, nipping at his lip sharply at that point.

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Warren made a soft whimpering noise, a little surprise in it, but also pleasure and even need.

It did feel strange. But it didn't hurt. The oddness of it didn't intrude, and the nip felt good. Real good.

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Devin pressed closer to him, rocking a little against him as he kissed him harder, sliding a second finger in to join the first, stretching him slowly and gently as he reached deeper to brush over his prostate, remind him of why this felt so good.

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Warren cried out, arching a little against him, soft and wordless. There was heat coiling deep, there was tingling sensation and, yes, still the strangeness. Discomfort in the first moment that slid away as he relaxed, as he got used to the feeling. Devin's kisses made it slide all away under the press of pleasure.

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Devin let him adjust, slowly moving his fingers inside him, rocking into him in the same rhythm. He kept kissing, kept touching with his other hand as well, making sure familar things were going on at the same time.

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Warren sighed softly into his mouth, sliding back against him, breathing heavy but slower. His hand stroked along Devin's side, over his hip, back up again. Old and familiar was rapidly outweighing new, or maybe just the new was becoming familiar. And it all felt so good anyway. So very, very good.

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Devin smiled a little to feel him getting more and more relaxed. He rolled them a little, sliding his fingers out of him for a moment, pouring more lube into his hand and sliding his fingers over his own cock. He moaned, just a touch, then shifted between Warren's legs, kissing him as he lifted his hips a bit and settled into position. His slick fingers teased up Warren's cock as he pressed his tip against him.

"Ready?"

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"Mm-hmm." Warren nodded, although he kind of wished Devin hadn't said that because now... well. He tried not to think about it so much as to focus on the sensations. Close his eyes. Nuzzling slightly at Devin's cheek, kissing him softly.

Just relax. Just feel it. Every touch, every kiss. The warmth of him, now, here, in the bed. Together. All the wonderful sensations it could bring.

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Devin stroked his fingers over Warren's cock again as he kissed him again. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and nipped sharply as he slowly pressed into him. He was sweating just with the effort of going so slowly, but he was determined to take as long as Warren needed. His fingers circled the tip of Warren's cock, and he sucked gently on the spot where he'd bitten.

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He gasped. His eyes flew open for a moment as everything converged at once, all the sensations, but when he tensed it was from stimulation and not from nerves. And it was the sort of tension that made his back arch and his arms tighten around Devin, not the sort that made things uncomfortable.

He made some sort of strangled cry, wasn't sure what it meant.

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Devin paused, assessed, tuning in to his feelings, physical and emotional. Not sensing a "stop" in there, he relaxed into him consciously creating a feedback loop of sorts to further ease Warren into things.

He stroked and kissed and slowly eased himself further into Warren, inch by inch.

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Warren moaned softly, everything tingling, heated, and there were new sensations now that he vaguely recognized as Devin's abilities and, God. Was that what it felt like? So good. Everything. Strangeness fled beneath the good, the intimacy of it, the slickness of his fingers over Devin's skin, the press of his lips against his.