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 held the kiss, long, deepening. He walked them down the room until he had Devin against the wall, pressing close against him.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin gasped a little, pressing into him and holding on tightly.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren's fingers slid down to his waist, found the edges of his shirt, started to pull it up, gently.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin purred as he curled his fingers in Warren's shirt, holding on tight. He liked the taking charge, it helped, to feel so wanted.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

He pulled up his shirt only so he could slide his palm underneath over skin of stomach and chest, fingers swirling little circles as he kissed him.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin slid his free hand into Warren's hair, tracing strands, letting them run through his fingers, curl around, slide free as he submitted to the kiss with a sigh.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren smiled briefly against his mouth, deepening the kiss somewhat although he didn't press forward any more than he already was.

Right now, just this was enough. Just being here with him, warm and pressed together and soft and. Blissful.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

He smiled against Warren's lips, then kissed him again. His fingers wound their way through his hair repeatedly, stroking, and the palm clutching Warren's shirt smoothed it down and pressed over his heart.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren nipped gently at his lower lip, one hand tracing little designs over his chest as he reached up with his other hand to cover Devin's hand over his heart.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin sighed, leaning into him with a sigh and another smile. He nipped back gently.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren smiled softly back, pulling back so that he could pull Devin into his arms and just hold him, sighing softly.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin nuzzled at the crook of his neck, head resting on his shoulder and fingers tracing little hearts over his heart.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren's eyes closed, and he had to fight to keep the tears of happiness and overwhelming emotion from spilling, worried that Devin misunderstood.

Then again, maybe he'd sense it, and wouldn't.

It was something about that moment again. Something about being there, with him. His scent, his embrace, his solidity, his presence in his arms. Overwhelming happiness and contentment, if contentment could be overwhelming.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin felt that it was good, at least. Happiness that touched and warmed everything. He wrapped his arms around Warren tighter, kissing his cheek, then nuzzling his jaw.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren nuzzled back, smiling, letting a couple tears fall. He wasn't sure when it went from sexuality to affection. They went back and forth a lot. And it was cool. It was happy, because it was what they did.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin squeezed him tighter, not wanting to pull back even to shift somewhere more comfortable than against the wall. He just wanted to hold on and marvel that this, this comfort, this happiness, this completeness was his.

[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.