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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 8 2009, 06:44 PM Post #361 |
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For a moment, Rei was wondering if he would just get laughed at and have it revealed to him that the whole thing had been a joke. It would have been the cherry on top to his already 'wonderful' day. But life for once had a different, pleasant, surprise for him. Isaac had smiled back. Well, it was more of a grin, but he received more of a reaction than he anticipated before he looked back to his meal, noticed two bites missing, both Alice and Sam gagging slightly, and the rest of his family raising their eyebrows at him that verified that they indeed, were all strangely related. Except Iain's. His hadn't had enough practice yet. "...You haven't smiled like that since--" Sarah trailed off, as a bitter topic suddenly was brought to the table. Rei however, had done another unthinkable thing and didn't even seem to realize it until it had left his lips. "She left me a letter. She told me to keep playing." The words shocked himself more than anyone else at the table, though Alice and Sam seemed absolutely thrilled by it. "Will you play Rei?" Sam asked excitedly. "...Not yet. I haven't forgiven myself yet--" "Perhaps this Isaac can help you forgive yourself," Rebecca quipped before another round of discussion was signaled. |
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| lucier | Nov 8 2009, 07:00 PM Post #362 |
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[ Larsen Langley ] Pearce did not cross Isaac's mind again, because once he was home, he realized that his brother, self-certified neat-freak was coming to stay for the next three days and he needed to clean out the guest bedroom. They never had guests, and it was probably a safer solution to let his elder brother sleep on the couch, but since Isaac had always been privy to his brother's guest bedroom, and the least he could do was...give Larsen the same treatment. Besides, he had spent so much time thinking about Pearce lately that his head hurt. Thinking about Larsen made his head hurt in a different way, so that was certainly welcome. Larsen, at seven years Isaac's senior, was a respected heart surgeon at Chicago General. But Isaac thought his hands still looked better holding a cello rather than a scalpel. He arrived, at five thirty sharp like he said he would in a taxi. Conversation went something like this: "Nice flat." "Thanks. We need new furniture." And they did, sort of. Isaac found the old decor boring, "How was your flight?" "I've had worse...can you spare me the car for a couple of hours, or do I have to go rent one?" "Well...Matthias and I have rehearsal today until late, so if you want to drive us there and pick us up...that'd be good. I don't like bringing my violin onto the subway." "All right, I'll do that." Once Larsen had dropped them off outside the rehearsal hall, Matthias shook his head as they walked in, "Your brother hasn't changed. Still pushing sixty a century or two too early." Isaac shrugged, "That's the way he kind of is..." Always had been, probably that was why Isaac tried to seek out interesting partners to be with, he could not imagine himself being with someone so boring. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 8 2009, 08:49 PM Post #363 |
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The evening ended well, Rei wasn't disturbed and went to bed early. The next however turned into a complete and utter nightmare. He woke up freezing, even though he wore sweat pants and a sweater to bed, not to mention that he couldn't stop sneezing. He stopped thinking though, cursing his little weakness at being sick when he had glanced down at his tight pants. That resulted in a cold shower, which didn't help his health, though it did 'cool down' other parts of his body. It would have to do for now. At least he had convinced Alice to not get together today, considering tomorrow was his concert and he had an extra long rehearsal. Downing coffee, cold and flu medicine, something to cool down his fever and glancing at his clock, he called a cab that informed him of arriving in five minutes. So he dressed in black pants and a navy blue button up, before he came to the horrible realization that he didn't have his sheet music. It was probably in Nick's car. But he had copies at work, which would work for the day. He had practically memorized everything anyway. Rei just had to remember them all. He grabbed a coat, warmer than usual considering the weather, but he was freezing. The taxi ride was quick as he entered the building slowly, focusing on his foot steps and not running into anyone before he entered and immediately took his usual seat in the back, shuffling through music and organizing it. Now if anything would stop being so blurry, he'd be fine. |
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| lucier | Nov 8 2009, 09:03 PM Post #364 |
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Matthias had met Isaac's family. He didn't think there could be a group of less interesting people all put in one place. But Larsen especially, having an interesting conversation with Isaac's older brother was like pulling teeth. Sure, Larsen was keen on intellectual discussions, but most of his topics weren't interesting, at all. So no wonder Isaac felt the need to be adventurous. Four hour rehearsal, oh, the joy. But at least the concert was finally tomorrow. The two of them dropped off their stuff onstage and set up the chairs before Isaac realized that Rei had entered. Pearce was slowly becoming Rei in his mind and he still didn't know whether or not that was a good thing. Maybe it was best not to say anything, after all, if the relationship was to work, they had to keep their working lives and their private lives...separate. And no, Isaac was definitely not considering a long term relationship, he was just--well, it was practical, wasn't it? After all, if he had to convince Rei to sleep with him, then Isaac had to offer him a semblance of normality. It wasn't like they'd shag--erm, have sex at work or anything. Although Isaac still did have that fantasy about Rei's closet. Well, at least he felt better today, he had to weather Bell, after all. Ugh. Bell, what would Bell think about his sudden lilt? Knowing the guy, he'd think too much into it. Which was just bad... Finally, curiosity got the best of him and he walked to the back of the auditorium, violin in hand. "What're you doing?" |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 8 2009, 09:14 PM Post #365 |
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Hazy eyes scanned the pages, the process taking that much longer as he had to reread notes to make sure he was still comprehending everything properly. It was becoming a tiresome task, of reading, rereading, writing notes, rereading notes, rereading notes with notes, editing, rereading, moving on. His hair was messy, not controlled like it usually was. Bed hair at its finest, not to mention the sleepy expression he had on his face. As the words echoed in the back of the hall, he didn't jump at them. He didn't hear Isaac coming up behind him but the words had taken a bit to process in his mind before he slowly turned around and revealed his face. Flushed, red lipped, hazy half closed eyes and with a head of hair fresh out of bed. It would have seemed attractive if he hadn't let out a sneeze into his sneeze. Three in a row in fact. A personal record. "Writing edits," he spoke softly, coughing slightly as he realized his usual ice persona might not work today. "Left papers in York's car after he..." He trailed off, shaking his head before going back to work. "What are you doing?" It was sarcastic but purely a reflex question that his tired, sleepy mind thought of. He wasn't thinking because he couldn't think. More importantly, why was it so cold in the damn theatre? |
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| lucier | Nov 8 2009, 09:28 PM Post #366 |
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Now that Isaac was a bit closer, Rei had a flushed face and tousled hair like he'd just gotten out of bed--right after sex, maybe. Except that illusion died away when he sneezed. So he was ill. Isaac's headache had died away, but the British accent seemed here to stay, at least, for a while. Could he really brave out a four hour rehearsal like this today? Honestly, Isaac thought that Rei always overestimated himself. "I'm not doing anything, I just set up, that's all..." Of course, since they had had a short (albeit productive) rehearsal yesterday, Isaac didn't think he could convince Rei to have another short one today. Also, they opened tomorrow. But that didn't change the fact that Rei was working too hard, and with the usual stress that his conductor carried around, no wonder he was ending up like this...at this moment, Isaac would have liked nothing better than to bundle him up and ship him off to Lyon where he could sip champagne all day to his heart's content and let it all out of his system. Though he couldn't do that... A glance told him that Matthias had left his post to get some water, as he was no longer on stage. Isaac did the next best thing and straightened all the papers in a neat pile. And then he stepped a bit closer and put his warm hands on Rei's shoulders, smoothing down, fingers ghosting lightly across his neck. He swore he had good intentions this time, the guy needed to relax. Badly, else he'd end up like Larsen...but at least Larsen functioned. "You work too hard..." Isaac had said it before, but he'd say it again, maybe it would sink in faster that way. |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 8 2009, 09:36 PM Post #367 |
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Rei always got funny when he was sick. He never quite understood why it happened and never realized it until he was better and began reflecting on his actions. He didn't think in a bad, bad way when he was sick. Something deep inside him told him today would be one of those days. "That's good," he murmured, continuing to write notes before he noticed the papers straightened up beside him. Papers that had been messily laying there and would normally have been agonizing that were straightened up. It made him smile but that look died away as he felt the hand on him. A hand that felt so warm against his skin that felt freezing. He leaned against the table immediately, laying his cheek on his hand as the soft shivers went through his spine when his neck run over. "I know," he replied honestly, a small smile flickering on his features as he made no attempt to remove the fact. He was in fact silently encouraging it at the moment, as the warm hands seemed like nothing but a blessing at his cold, knotted back. "But it's my job..." he trailed off, eyes fluttering between open and closed. "If I don't do it, no one else will. A replacement for a day or two will give me more work. I can't just hand it off to someone. I've boxed myself into a perfectionistic mess." |
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| lucier | Nov 8 2009, 09:46 PM Post #368 |
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He was...really kind of pathetic. But Rei Pearce was also pathetically...kind of cute. And it was the sort of thought that was out to get Isaac in trouble, but he was sort of not paying attention to that, as Rei had not swatted away his hands and yelled at him, like Isaac had fully expected him to. Good signs. About time, too. Okay, so maybe the man was a little ill, but Isaac would take what he got. "You've got five minutes before you really have to start doing your job. Even five minutes is good." Isaac pointed out as he moved to coax the pencil out of his conductor's hand and move the papers further away from him so that he couldn't get ideas and start working again. Besides, he couldn't be that productive when he was sick. But Isaac had five minutes. Five minutes to show Rei Pearce that his hands weren't only good for playing the violin. He moved his hands up to the neck, usually, if your neck was loose, everything else would be, eventually, although he had a feeling that this wouldn't work for Rei since he was much too wound up...he pressed his thumbs in, gently rolling circles to soothe the tensed, tired muscles. "Just breathe and don't think about anything. Five minutes." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 8 2009, 09:53 PM Post #369 |
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It was as if his earlier confession the day before had been forgotten. In a strange way, it was almost like a warning. A warning to stay away from the conductor when he was ill, to avoid anything awkward and potentially embarrassing. Isaac would have to learn the lesson the hard way, and Rei would have to relearn his. The light haired male nodded slowly, surrounding his neck and back to the others touches. "Five minutes," he murmured in agreement, before he felt the warm thumbs press into his neck and bring out a beautiful, soft moan from his throat. His head fell forward, the hair that graced his neck moving to reveal the entire tensed area, that wasn't doing well as his immune system continued its battle with the blasted virus. However, his moan didn't end there. Every soft, warm touch sent another ripple of mewls, as his back arched into the touch and gave the illusion that he wasn't sick at all but rather very, very well...needy. Which he wasn't at the moment (surprisingly), because he was enjoying having the five minutes. The pencil that was removed wasn't noted, as all that mattered was the hands trying to relax him. |
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| lucier | Nov 8 2009, 10:04 PM Post #370 |
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... Those sounds should be illegal. They made Isaac's groin felt unexpectedly warm. But at the very least, it was nice to know that Rei was enjoying himself, moaning this way because of Isaac. (If he was reacting this way because of a pseudo-massage, what was it like during sex?) It wasn't as if Isaac forgot the warning, it was there, but seriously, how bad could it get? The answer...quite bad. But Isaac wasn't the one that was sex-deprived, so it took him a while for his groin to grow warm enough to give off warning signs. And besides, half of his mind was keeping track of the five minutes they had. To be aroused, Isaac couldn't exactly be multitasking. So that saved him for now. Maybe sickness was like an aphrodisiac for him. That had to be it, although Isaac had never met anyone who reacted this way. Feeling the neck muscles loosen somewhat, he moved to the shoulder blades and did some work there, kneading practiced fingers against a body that hadn't seen relaxation for a damn long time. And he couldn't get that much done in five minutes, in fact, Isaac had under a minute left... |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 8 2009, 10:15 PM Post #371 |
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In a rather strange bundle of genetics, Rei exhibited two traits his family had to startling degrees. He had mastered the poker face, the death stare and not giving away what he felt but to make up for it, had magically managed to get himself so wound up that he grew awfully sensitive. So sensitive, that the weak points the Pearce family shared, (neck and back) became a window to his other sides that weren't so good at hiding his emotion or thoughts. Being sick just made him put down his barriers, and not fend off people who went to 'open the window'. It was a rather large irony that Rei would regret at a later date. But not now. Not when the large hands went lower and strangely enough caused his stiff muscles to stop being strung so tightly, his mewls and moans accompanying them every step of the way. Rei, even in his sickened state, was even willing to wish he had more than five minutes. That they could just keep going... Which wasn't doing good for him and helping make his shower earlier worthless. "Mmm," he moaned out as his eyes fluttered open and saw the watch near his stand. Five minutes. "Isaac," he unintentionally moaned out. A hand merely pointed to the clock weakly as he tried to memorize those last few seconds of bliss. |
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| lucier | Nov 8 2009, 10:23 PM Post #372 |
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"Isaac." Well, that was certainly something he could get used to. Rei calling him like that. It was nice, and it made Isaac want to press him into the nearest flat surface and do things to him. But that was only fleeting. "We've got twenty seconds...don't worry, I'm counting. You're not supposed to be thinking, remember?" Isaac was usually pretty good at counting seconds because it went way back to when he was a kid and he had to practice the violin with a timer. But Isaac took these last few seconds to run his hands gently through Rei's hair, blunt nails dragging lightly over his scalp... And one. On time, he took his hands away. Although he didn't want to step away from Rei yet, the expression that he wore was a tad too mesmerizing-- "Isaac?" Matthias. Sipping water. Oh. Isaac quickly moved away, although the warmth in his groin did not completely fade away, "What?" |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 8 2009, 10:31 PM Post #373 |
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Relief washed over him as he realized that they weren't done yet. Strangely enough, his neck and back were abandoned entirely as the hands ran through his hair instead. It made him wonder, in a bit of a rationally-impaired kind of way, how lucky Isaac's violin was. The have such caring hands constantly playing and caring for the instrument. Even as the blunt nails went over his scalp, he strangely enough felt jealous. But then it was over and Rei reminded himself that being sick made him weird. He didn't sit up yet though, all to comfortable and aware that if he moved, the tense muscles would probably return. It wasn't until he heard Isaac's name called by Matthias that he casually grabbed his pencil and resumed his work, as if nothing had happened. Except his arm was still being used as a pillow as Rei rested his head, sneezing a few more times before groaning as a headache settled in. Four hours. He could handle four hours. More importantly, was that a british accent he heard? |
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| lucier | Nov 8 2009, 10:50 PM Post #374 |
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Rei was jealous of his violin, because he touched the violin, all the time. if Isaac had known that, the conductor would have never heard the end of it. And yes, it was a British accent, Isaac had decided prior to his brother's coming that it was useless to shake it anyway. Besides, Larsen had already called him on it over the phone. So whatever. For whatever reason, Isaac was feeling ridiculously good about himself for the moment without exactly knowing why. "Nothing, just wondering where you were." Matthias said casually, as other people started filing in. Isaac just as casually took his seat and took care not to glance at the back of the auditorium again. "You just disappeared." Isaac shrugged, playing the beginning of the Bruch and then stopping, "Not much, just bugging Pearce." It'd been dark back there, his friend couldn't have known if he was doing things worse than...bugging. It was actually closer to buggering. Although not exactly. Matthias' expression flickered. "Oh." |
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| Cup of Coffee | Nov 8 2009, 11:00 PM Post #375 |
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It couldn't have been British because that would be to convenient. His mind had to be playing tricks on him, since so few knew about so many of his weaknesses. Except York, who had been determined to use them to his advantage almost religiously. Rei pushed that aside, sitting up slowly as he felt the blood rush to his head and the bliss of relaxation leave him. His neck and back almost tensed up immediately, followed by another sneeze and ruffle to his messy strands. Grabbing the papers on his desk, he figured he's just go from memory as he slowly walked to the front, ignoring the whispers that spoke of his appearance. He was even too tired to react to some members call him 'sexy?', not quite realizing how he looked at the moment compared to usual. Even his glare seemed cute. "We're running through all the pieces that we're performing tomorrow," he started before coughing slightly. "As you're aware, we're having an extra hour added to rehearsal, in order to make sure we have no errors. Let it also be known that certain members, depending on the performance, may or may not have to audition once again to remain in the phil." The threat that usually hung to his words only brushed them occasionally, as he gave a slight yawn and ruined his stoic persona with his sleepier, sick one. "Now from the top." |
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