New York (LoW prompt: Bubble)

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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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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.

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Devin moaned in response, fingers tight on Warren's hip as he eased all the way in. He was breathing hard, trying not to come just from the sheer heat and tightness of him around him and the sensations pouring off of him. It had been too long since anything had felt this intimate, if ever and he kissed him with abandon as he slowly started to move, arching his hips to press against that sweet spot with each slow thrust in.

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He was drowning in it, the pleasure and the stimulation and every time Devin pressed into him right there he felt himself losing a bit more control. One arm wrapped tight around his shoulders as he kissed him back, pleading into his mouth.

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Devin slid his arm around Warren, palm pressed to his back as his other hand braced himself. He could feel the heat of Warren's cock pressed between them with each thrust and as he adjusted, Devin found a rhythm, slow and steady, but a little faster than before, moaning as he moved inside him.

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He couldn't have imagined anything like this. It wasn't like he'd expected at all. Awkward, intimate, yes. This was only a little awkward and far more intimate than he'd guessed.

He didn't quite press back up against him. Warren wasn't yet confident enough in his bedroom skills in this area to try that yet but his fingertips pressed into his back. His mouth pressed into his and, god, he was so close. He could scream with it.

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Devin shuddered at the overwhelming sensation just from him, and then from Warren added on. He whimpered a bit, sliding into a moan. His hips moved, picking up the pace as he slid in and out of him, his breathing accelerating as he started to shake with the effort of holding back.

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Warren whimpered, whether as a warning or as a begging sound he wasn't sure. Even the trembling was erotic, every moment, nails starting to scratch a little into Devin's back and his kisses becoming more frantic and intermittant. It was all spiraling out of control and he loved every moment as they rocketed towards the finish.

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Devin hissed at the bite of nails, welcoming it, as his lips slid to Warren's neck, nibbling, kissing, biting once with a soft cry of need as his thrusts became more erratic. Sensation flying up from his core, he stilled, cried out, and let his climax wash over and through him, pulsing into Warren.

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Warren whimpered again, trying to cling to some kind of anchor as everything seemed to shake. He couldn't tell what was sweat and what might actually be tears, heat pouring out of him as he felt everything overload. He was barely aware of clinging to Devin, crying out his name as he climaxed.

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Devin murmured his name in response, feeling the hot slickness of skin and sweat and everything else. He shivered at the cool air that slid across his back in sharp contrast.

It was a few minutes before he could ease out of Warren and roll to his side, tugging him with him to hold on tight.

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Warren's eyes flickered open, rolled about in his head for a moment, then closed again. He stretched out along Devin's side, pressing close, snuggling his arms around his waist.

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Devin smiled a little, arms readjusting around Warren as he nuzzled lightly at his hair.

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"Mmph," was about as much vocalisation as he could manage. He smiled softly, still drifting.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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ooc: OMG YOU TUBE HAS JACK/ELIZABETH VIDEOS WITH MOVIE CLIPS AND KISS IN THEM!!!!

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ooc: *giggles lots*