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killingsoftly ([personal profile] killingsoftly) wrote2006-09-16 05:01 pm
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Heading out...

It was Saturday. He'd spent all day Friday packing, just to be ready. Of course, he'd been ready Wednesday night, but for Warren and Alma's sake, he'd curbed his impatience. But the principal's accusations still rang in his ears. The idea that he'd done something to Warren hurt, not entirely because he'd been unable to, even to prove a point. But he wouldn't ever have put them into this situation, even if he could and the fact that she thought he was strong enough to still hadn't registered under the hurt that she thought he could. That he would. It was likely that even if the thought did register, he'd dismiss it as putting on a good show. All show, no substance.

But they were going on tour and so, really, that didn't matter. He could play the game well enough, and had enough natural musical talent, that tour would give him what he needed. What he loved and craved and maybe the hurts would be soothed and insecurities at what he couldn't do be eased. He hoped so, at least. It...felt broken somehow that he didn't know how to fix. Didn't know how to fix himself and...

He pushed the thought away as he started carrying things downstairs to the van. If he got his in and done, they'd have less to do together with Warren's.

He bounced at that thought. They were going on tour. Just him and Warren and the people who thought they were wonderful. The show and the music and the lights and the make up. The groupies and the fans and the energy. And then just the road, and them. Hotel rooms and wide open spaces and something new to see every day. Something new to show Warren, to experience with him for the first time.

He was ready.
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[identity profile] firebugwarren.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Warren's hand reached over to rest on his knee. "You'll do fine..." Though he wasn't sure that was what he was worried about.

[identity profile] killingsoftly.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Devin squeezed his hand, then held it.

"It's been a while since I did anything this...organized."

[identity profile] killingsoftly.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Devin gave him a surprised look.. "Of course.."

[identity profile] firebugwarren.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"'kay," Warren smiled slightly. "Just, you know. Making sure."

[identity profile] killingsoftly.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Devin squeezed his hand again. "I'm good."

[identity profile] firebugwarren.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Bigger beds..." Warren leaned back, keeping his hand in Devin's and grinning to think about it.

[identity profile] killingsoftly.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Devin chuckled. "That'll be really nice right there."

[identity profile] firebugwarren.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Warren's face was innocent, and his tone much less so. "Not having to worry about whether Mom hears us..."

[identity profile] killingsoftly.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Devin grinned at that. "Were you worried?"

[identity profile] firebugwarren.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"No!" He grinned, a little red. "Well, maybe a little. I mean, what would you say if she walked in on us..."

Slowly getting redder...

[identity profile] firebugwarren.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Warren started laughing, bright red.

[identity profile] firebugwarren.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're horrible," he chuckled. "See, I'd feel better about room service walking in or something than my Mom."

He thought about it.

"Actually..."

[identity profile] killingsoftly.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm?" Devin tilted his head inquiringly.

[identity profile] firebugwarren.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I dunno..." He ducked, still blushing. Forced himself to say it, though. "Seems kinda hot."

[identity profile] killingsoftly.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Room service walking in?" Devin was willing to bet he didn't mean his mom.

[identity profile] firebugwarren.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." Warren swallowed. He wasn't used to talking this frankly about sex, still. "Or that bellhop you liked back in New York."

[identity profile] killingsoftly.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Devin controlled the surprise with difficulty, not wanting to push. "Yeah, I guess it would be.." And heady. And nourishing.

[identity profile] firebugwarren.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Warren flushed again and let it drop for now, deciding that was as far as he wanted to push his communication ability. But he was smiling a little. It was progress. Talking about things they wanted to do, fantasies, that kind of things. It was... weird, actually. Having someone to talk to and discuss actually doing the weird sexual fantasies he might have had in the back of his mind.

But it was a good kind of weird. The kind that reinforced that they were in this together, making this work. And that was a really good feeling.

[identity profile] killingsoftly.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Devin was thrilled that Warren felt he could mention things like that. More thrilled that he felt them. It made other things so much easier.

[identity profile] firebugwarren.livejournal.com 2006-09-19 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He slid back and lounged in his seat after a moment, thinking about how much things had changed.

A month ago he probably wouldn't have told Devin that. Three months ago? Definitely not.
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