Heading out...

[killingsoftly]

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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[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren smiled softly, kissed his cheek. "Love you..."

He didn't want to move or break the mood either.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled back, nuzzling again. "Love you too."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

He was on fire. But a good kind of fire, not the usual kind. Not literally, but he felt like he was glowing. Something banked and controlled and happy.

He smiled, kissed his cheek, nuzzled at his neck. "Bed?"

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin chuckled, a teasing note in his voice. "This early in the afternoon?" His fingers slid to caress Warren's hip. "Whatever for...?"

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren shivered, just a little, looking up at him from beneath his lashes with eyes gone dark with anticipation and want.

"I'm sure we can think of something," he murmured, low and sensual.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled slowly and nipped his lower lip. "I've a feeling you're right..."

He pushed, softly, toward the bed.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren was happy to be pushed, hands sliding up his chest, brushing fingertips over his cheek, kissing him lightly as he walked backwards to the bed.

Smiling, as he hooked his fingers into Devin's waistband, as the backs of his legs hit the back of the bed and he fell back onto it, pulling Devin on top of him. Again.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin landed with a little 'oof' then shifted to rock against him as he kissed him back with a bit more heat.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren's breath hissed out into Devin's mouth, arching back up against him, one hand slipping back under his shirt and over his chest.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin nipped his lip again, fingers brushing his cheek, then sliding lower to push his shirt up, exploring his abdomen.