Glass -- New York, Friday Night

[killingsoftly]

They'd given them a park facing room, which was more than Devin had hoped for. He brushed his fingers over the cool glass of the doors, then stepped outside on the balcony, letting the sounds of the city wash over him. He took a sip of whiskey, smiling to himself as he watched the warm early evening light warm the buildings and the tops of the trees. It was warm and the air conditioner in the room kicked on in protest of the open door, but he just let it run, listening to the sounds of Warren in the room behind him.

Even now, the heat from their little game still lingered, flushing his cheeks. The whiskey in the glass was cool, but not cool enough. He was cursing himself that they only had one bed, but when he'd booked the gig, and the room, he hadn't expected Warren to be coming. He figured he'd be pursuing his other gig while here, but then the invitation spilled out and here they were. He wasn't coming down off a high. He'd slept a lot the last few days. He'd been eating. He wasn't fragile and out of it, and sharing that bed was likely to test his resolve to the limit, especially after the teasing.

He wasn't likely to sleep much.

But he didn't want to push Warren. The flirtation was delightful. The game moreso, but he was the one who wanted it to be more than just a game, not Warren. He had to remember that part and not push, no matter if that "later" teased at his memory. He slid fingers over glass and imagined briefly it was skin, then pushed those thoughts away. He could behave.

"Our reservation's at six." He called back over his shoulder, straightening even as he kept his gaze fixed on the people scurrying below, drinking in the life of the City. "We should probably leave by 530. It's just around the corner, less than half a mile. Walk or cab?"

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[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Walk," Warren said promptly, coming out of the bathroom where he'd been blinking at all the shiny. "We've been in the van how long? Walk."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin turned back into the room, leaning against the balcony rail.

"Walk it is, then."

He was back in the leather, naturally. Green silk shirt the color of his eyes. He'd tossed the black dinner jacket over the back of the chair, waiting. They were going out after all. He'd even changed the stud earring he usually wore for a more blatant hoop.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren didn't have his leather pants. But he still had black dress slacks and a gray shirt, this time. Soft silk, at least he thought it was. Lighter gray but still a gray, and a jacket to go with.

He didn't pull his hair back. Wasn't sure if that was a mistake or not. Wasn't sure, either, about the class ring set with a ruby that sparkled as the only other color in his outfit. Worked well with his hair, though.

His tattooes were covered by his sleeves. That, he was pretty sure about.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin's eyes slid over him appreciatively, but not too blatantly. He approved of the hair down. It was always better, in his mind.

He pushed off the balcony, finishing his whiskey.

"You look good." His smile was warm, but words casual, honest, not flirting for once. Just stating a fact. "You ready? We could wander over to the park for a half hour or so before heading to dinner, if you want."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Thanks."

Warren nodded slightly, relaxing. Good was, well, good. And things had settled down from earlier. He twirled the ring once more over his finger, trying to get used to the weight. Definitely not something he'd be wearing long-term.

"Sure, I'd like that." He'd like to see the city, and if they had some time to walk around, well, that was good.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin snagged the jacket from the back of the chair and double checked he had his wallet. Tickets were at will-call, so that was all right.

"We're off then." He gave Warren a grin, opening the door and bowing him out with a too elaborate to be anything other than comical bow.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren laughed, walking out with an easy stride that had just a bit of swagger to it.

Even if he wasn't sure how they were heading down the stairs. Bouncing, like kids? Holding hands like a couple? He'd let Devin take the lead.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin admired the swagger, then pulled the door shut. He wasn't sure what Warren would let him get away with, but they were back in public, and if that meant he got to be closer...

He caught up with a tug at Warren's belt loop.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren slowed, almost leaning back into him. He had to fight to keep the flush down, but figured that if he started now he'd be at least a little better off by the time they got through the evening.

He glanced over his shoulder with a wicked grin for Devin.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin returned it, just as wicked, and put his sunglasses back on. It was only 430, after all. There was still a lot of sun.

He pressed the elevator button, staying close with that casual touch, possessory without clinging.

A clear warning to the older gentlemen who sized them up as they stepped on the elevator that this one was his.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren arched an eyebrow at Devin when he gave that look, slightly smirking. There was something flattering about it, at least coming from Devin. It had been irritating before.

He laid his hands against the elevator bar and leaned back a little, casual. Reveling in the attention.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin was as near sprawled against the wall as you could sprawl standing up, returning the gentlemen's looks with just a small smile. Under other circumstances, given the looks they were giving, he'd try and hustle them, but he had Warren this weekend, so he'd behave.

His hand slid from Warren's belt loop, along his waist, down his arm to his hand as he straightened to exit the elevator, nodding to the gentlemen with that same smile.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren slipped his fingers through Devin's with the flash of guilt that was slowly becoming familiar. It was just pretend. Just a show, all part of the fun.

Except it kind of wasn't. They hadn't needed to put on a show in the room. And they'd been moving, acting, feeling...

... he still remembered that heat.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin blithely moved through the lobby as if the other inhabitants were there solely for his delight, doing a very good impression, were any of them alive who'd ever seen the King move through a lobby, of Elvis. A smile here, a nod there, grin flashing as confidently as if they were all screaming his name and throwing their underwear at him.

More than a few of them wondered if they should be.

He kept a casual, but firm, grasp on Warren's hand, and turned that wicked grin back on him when they made it to the street.

"And that is how it's done."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"I'm taking notes," Warren told him with a smile. And he kind of was, too. Mental notes, moving, smiles. Easy, relaxed.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Excellent." Devin gave him an approving nod.

"Park's this way." Which wasn't very rock star of him, but he was Sidhe as well.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren followed with an eager nod and a not very rock star like bounce in his step. But he was new in the city, and things were still exciting.

He didn't pull his hand away from Devin's, either. Wasn't sure if he should or not. Might as well, not.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin grinned when they crossed the street and hit the path through the trees, breathing in the smell of leaves and grass.

"It's like this...huge oasis."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren was definitely bouncing by the time they got there.

"It's like you can't even tell you're in a city..."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Isn't it perfect? I used to come here in the afternoons and just sit and listen and play in time with it all until it was time to go to work."

He lifted his face to the sun a bit, smiling.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren's eyes slid toward him for a moment before he was back to looking around at the park in wide-eyed wonder.

"I can see why," he murmured. Remembering what that meant.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled a little more and looked over at him. "It's...." He shrugged a bit.

"It's peaceful here. The trees are old."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren gave him a searching, somewhat inscrutable look.

"I'll have to remember that."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

He flushed a little. "Now I'm talking like Fergus. Someone shut me up, please."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren quashed his first impulse and grinned over at Devin.

"Not a chance. I like hearing you talk like this."

And there was just the faintest too-long pause between that and:

"Gives me ammo for later."