Glass -- New York, Friday Night
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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?"
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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Date: 2006-06-21 01:27 am (UTC)Which he posed, and smacked in a particularly dramatic and flaming manner.
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Date: 2006-06-21 01:29 am (UTC)"I'm not sure the boys will survive the loss."
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Date: 2006-06-21 01:32 am (UTC)"Hey!" Warren scooted out of Devin's grasp, turned, wagged a finger at him. "No free shows!"
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Date: 2006-06-21 01:49 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2006-06-21 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-21 02:03 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:07 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:12 am (UTC)He followed out of reflex, moving quick and not even stumbling, but his mind stumbled, trying to catch up.
"Hmmph," he said, still trying to sort out what had just happened.
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:20 am (UTC)He sauntered up to will call when they got to the theatre and picked up their tickets with a smile.
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:30 am (UTC)As they went in he started humming the 'Knights of the Round table' song. Just because.
It was a good evening.
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:33 am (UTC)"Wine? Beer?"
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:36 am (UTC)He shook his head a little.
"Since I was a kid, anyway. I'm out of practice."
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:39 am (UTC)He extricated his hand with regret, moving to the bartender.
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:41 am (UTC)He shied away from what 'really here' meant.
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:46 am (UTC)"I'm afraid they didn't have quite the selection the restaurant did, but I've had this Shiraz before and it's good."
He handed Warren his.
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:51 am (UTC)"Mm.." It was. "Thank you."
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Date: 2006-06-21 03:00 am (UTC)Why Devin.
He took another sip, then another. Closed his eyes on that one, letting the flavor seep into his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked around the room, letting his gaze drift. Beautiful blonde in a shimmering white dress. Another blonde, pale blue. A pretty brunette in the little black dress women were always supposed to have, a red-head in a pink number that did nothing for her coloring but everything for her curves. The men were barely blips on his radar.
But Devin, standing next to him, could set his skin on fire probably literally with a look. With a touch and a whispered word. Like he'd only experienced, maybe, once before.
It wasn't that he was expecting it to suddenly make sense. He was getting past that part. And it wasn't that he wanted it to stop, because he'd given up the idea that it would. The question, really, by now, was, what was he going to do about it.
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Date: 2006-06-21 03:15 am (UTC)But not just this weekend. For the tour. Months on the road, with him. And even if it wasn't in the way he wanted it to be, it was still with him. Which wasn't anything he'd ever wanted before. Not this badly.
Even touring with Byron hadn't made him this excited. He sipped his wine, fingers resting on Warren's waist.
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Date: 2006-06-21 03:23 am (UTC)Had to be in some kind of control. There were lines that couldn't be crossed. Boundaries. He had some integrity. No matter what he might feel, he was going to keep that.
And while he was thinking that, he started to put together what was happening. What was going to happen. It was heartbreaking, confusing. He leaned a little into Devin without meaning to, just to try and make it go away.
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