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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[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin barely noticed. He was used to stares, and the comments of today seemed mild when he considered that Wilde had been imprisoned for being with a man.

But he noticed Warren's reaction, and his arm tightened around him, hand soothing over his shoulder.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"I hate people," he muttered.

Most of his good mood was gone.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin's hand slid to his back, stroking his neck and down his spine lightly.

"There will always be people who don't approve. You learn to ignore them."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren nodded slightly, relaxing a bit under his touch.

"This isn't the kind of mutters and glares I usually get," he murmured, by way of explanation.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin nodded a little, fingers still on him lightly. "I can stop, if you like."

He didn't want to stop.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren shrugged slightly. "I'm not the one bothered by it." Glancing at Devin with a slight smile.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled back and moved back close to him again.

"Then fuck the rest of them."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather not..."

Warren made a face.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin laughed. "I suppose I should be grateful for that."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" Warren was curious to know what that meant. Somewhat for personal reasons.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Well I'd hate to lose my companion for the weekend because he was busy servicing New York," Devin said with a rakish grin.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren choked, sputtered, and turned bright red.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin grinned and kissed his cheek.

"Now who wins?"

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"You do," he said obediently, smiling back.

"Besides, it'd only be half of New York. You know I'm straight."

Though anyone else who saw the way his fingers pressed a little into Devin's side would find that hard to believe.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Ah, yes," Devin said mournfully, with an exaggerated pout. "So you keep reminding me."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh." Smirking. "The boys of New York will just have to get along without this fine ass."

Which he posed, and smacked in a particularly dramatic and flaming manner.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin tilted his head and studied the ass in question critically.

"I'm not sure the boys will survive the loss."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

It wasn't the falling over in hysterical giggles that he'd quite wanted, but it'd do.

"Hey!" Warren scooted out of Devin's grasp, turned, wagged a finger at him. "No free shows!"

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Oh, now that's really not fair," Devin complained, pouting more.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren lifted a little onto his toes, almost bouncing. "No pay, no play..."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin snagged his belt buckle tugging him back against him, grinning. "What's the price?" He asked huskily, teasing, in his ear.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren was startled, but not too startled. He'd started it, after all.

He did have to grab at Devin's shoulder and arm to steady himself. That was all right. He leaned in till his nose was almost touching Devin's.

"That depends on what kind of contract you're interested in."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled slowly, seductively. "I'm thinking that I'm interested in something long term..."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren's eyes widened slightly. Not that he hadn't guessed, but it was one thing to guess and another to talk about it out loud like this.

As obliquely as they were. He was used to talking on the slant.

His answering smile was a little shy, a little wry. His eyes didn't leave Devin's face. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, more quietly. He smiled a little, hoping to tease. "You'd better know, though, there's a waiting list."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled, leaning in, lips close to his ear.

His voice was a touch husky still, soft, just for Warren. "I can wait."

He stepped back and snagged Warren's hand, starting down the street again. "But for now if you don't move that very fine ass of yours we're not going to be able to get a drink before the show starts."