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 smiled a little, sitting up. "Done?"

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"I think so."

He took a breath. Turned the page back over to the beginning and handed it to him.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin took it with a shy smile. He looked down at it, almost afraid, but he started reading it, fingers tracing over the lines as he did so.

It took his breath away. Each line crafted, and he could read between them. The memories. Each tiny thing.

And the longing underneath it made his heart ache, his throat choke up.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren fidgeted as he read. Hands rubbing along his wrists, feet sliding beneath the blanket. Just little fidgets. He watched everything on Devin's face.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

He was breathless, tears glittering in his eyes, then one sliding down his cheek.

He looked up at Warren when he finished.

"It's beautiful," he said, voice husky with awe.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren stared. He wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but his fingertips brushed away the tear from his cheek in one soft motion, palm cupping his face when it had passed.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin turned his head and kissed his palm.

"Thank you."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren smiled. "'welcome," he murmured. Except that didn't seem to do it.

So he leaned forward and brushed a quick kiss over his mouth.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled a little, breath catching from that and the poem, returning the kiss lightly.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren was almost grinning when he sat back. Some, a lot of the warm glow seemed to be back in the evening.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled back and snuggled back down, close to the warmth of his side.

"No one's ever written me a poem before."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren set book and pen on the night-stand, started to snuggle up when he got up, turned out the lights instead. "We're not going to want to get out of bed if we don't.."

He slipped back into the covers, then blinked at Devin. "Really?"

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin nodded. "Really. I mean, about me, a couple, but never one for me. Not like that."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Warren blinked a moment, then blushed. Then settled back down against the pillows, one arm sliding around Devin's waist and hesitantly pulling him closer. "I .. oh."

That didn't seem right, for some reason. Not as many artistic types as Devin hung around with.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin curled into him, one arm sliding around him as well, head near his shoulder.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

His fingertips slid along his side, up and down, slow, lazy motions. It was warm under the blankets, with Devin, and it had been a really long day. And an even longer night.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin repressed a shiver, closing his eyes and sliding his hand to Warren's chest, over his heart.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren's breathing evened out, his movements slowing. He wasn't asleep yet, but he was meandering his way there.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin slipped into dreams fairly quickly, breathing even and curled close.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren clung to at least partial wakefulness a little longer, if only to enjoy the weight of Devin on his arm, the scent of him, the warmth.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin sighed in his sleep at something only he could see, comforted that he wasn't alone.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Eventually Warren drifted off to sleep, too, smiling.