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| onyx | Apr 18 2010, 08:44 PM Post #181 |
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Sal nodded and took their plates. He unfolded a little cardboard box and transferred Thomas’ uneaten slices into it while the brunet took care of their glasses and the empty bottle. A whole bottle of wine between them – it made Sal grin, amused. It’d been a while since he’d sat down and swallowed down an entire bottle of wine with another person. Since Thomas’ arrival in New York, the blond had found himself experiencing a lot of things he either never had before, or hadn’t in a long while. It was fun, and exciting and he was eager to continue. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that eventually, Thomas would have to leave. He couldn’t stay. This wasn’t his home and there wasn’t actually anything here for him. Not really. Paul was gone, his family was in England, and his school, his future, was in Maryland. There was nothing in New York to keep him here for very long. Sal knew it, but he didn’t think about it. Didn’t want to. No matter how weird and confused some things had gotten in him concerning the brunet, Thomas was a friend. The first he’d made in a long time. Someone he got on with outside of his cousin and uncle. He’d be sad to see the witty, bright, beautiful Brit go. Closing the box up, Sal looked up as Thomas came back from the sinks to join him. The blond jerked instinctively when the brunet stumbled a little, Thomas caught himself though, so Sal just huffed a chuckle and shook his head at the man. Too much wine? Sal chuckled again, watching the brunet with raised brows, “Yah, looks like it. You ok?” He himself felt warm from food and wine, but he wasn’t so much as tipsy. Thomas though, seemed to have taken the drink a little more heavily to his system than he had. He wrapped a hand around the man’s forearm, guiding him out away form the counter and towards the door, Thomas’ pizza box in his other hand. “You gonna be able to make back towards my place without fallin’ on your face?” He teased the Brit, going about the process of shutting off the lights and fishing out his keys to lock the door to the restaurant as they left. |
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| passionflower | Apr 18 2010, 09:21 PM Post #182 |
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Thomas felt the firm grip on his forearm. He didn't fight it. He tipped his head up as Sal spoke to him and he spared him a carefree little smile. "I think I can walk," he chuckled. "And if not, you'll catch me, won't you?" he murmured. He followed him out, after Sal locked up, and soon they were out on the sidewalk. The city was a bit of a blur for the brunet. But the hold Sal had on his arm was firm, and was his lifeline through the chaos. He stumbled along. At least he wasn't tripping all over himself. Just a bit wobbly, and at times he had to grab onto the blond's shoulder for support during a moment of uneven balance. He continued to chuckle a bit to himself. Okay maybe he wasn't much of a heavy weight when it came to alcohol. But he didn't drink all that much in the first place so... When they arrived back at Sal's apartment, he managed to get up the stairs (though not without narrowly falling on his face, as Sal had feared.). After getting the door open, Thomas fell back onto the red couch without much of a thought. He had a jolly pinkness to his face, likely from all the wine he'd consumed, and a content smile on his lips. At least the wine had loosened him up, even more than he had been prior. Green eyes closed as Thomas' head fell against the back of the couch. "It's too bad... too bad Paul couldn't have... joined us," he murmured. That would have made the day even better, he was quite sure. Well, and maybe have prevented that peculiar stunt that Sal had pulled that had ruffled both their feathers. As the normally composed Brit sprawled out on the couch, his legs were spread compared to the usual crossing he did, and the striped t-shirt of Sal's was riding up his torso, exposing a devious sliver of his flat stomach as well as his navel. His chest rose and fell slowly, as the Brit just laid there, pretty content with himself. Not a care in the world... |
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| onyx | Apr 18 2010, 09:46 PM Post #183 |
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Sal dropped his keys into the small dish he kept by the door, toeing off his shoes as Thomas dropped onto the couch. He shook his head, amused beyond belief over the state of his friend. Sure, they’d drained a whole bottle of wine, but they’d done it together and Sal wouldn’t have thought it’d be enough to tip the guy. Apparently, for Thomas at least, it had been though. Humming in agreement about the comment on Paul and how nice it would have been if the other twin had been with them, Sal carried the box with Thomas’ pizza into the kitchen. He slipped the flat box into his fridge, having decided before they’d even left Salvatore’s that Thomas was in no state to be driving himself to his hotel. No way he was letting the brunet attempt driving now; he’d admitted to moments of error on the road sober, Sal could just imagine the mess if Thomas tried it halfway to drunk. Coming back in to the living room and the man sprawled out on his couch, Sal breathed a small laugh and past a look over the brunet. He felt his gaze soften, affection and humor filling his chest at the carefree sight of the other man. He came over and stood at the back of the couch, folding his arms on the edge and looking down at the other – the slow movement of his chest, the ride of his shirt and the warm, smooth sliver of skin. Tempting. Sal licked his lips at the sight, making himself look away. He shook his head again, smirking and dropped a hand to slide his fingers over the man’s soft hair. “No way you’re leavin’ here tonight, Tipsy-Tom.” His smirk grew a bit, Sal dropping his chin on his forearm, fingers tugging playfully at a few strands of the brunet’s dark hair. “No tellin’ the trouble you’d get yourself in.” |
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| passionflower | Apr 18 2010, 10:16 PM Post #184 |
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The brunet seemed pretty oblivious to all that was around him in those moments. Though as he felt the gently toying with his hair by the blond standing behind him, he tipped his head into the touches. As Sal informed him he'd likely get into trouble if he let him try to go home, Thomas smirked. "Not as much trouble as you would be getting into," he murmured. His eyes remained closed as his head turned sluggishly, a half nuzzle into the stroking hand brushing through his hair. So feline sometimes, the Englishman could be. "If I'm not allowed to go home... then where am I sleeping tonight?" he added. His words weren't exactly slurred, but they were a bit less pronounced and articulate as usual. The volume of his voice also had increased, not bothering to keep the loudness in check. One had to wonder if the Englishman got enough to drink if he'd become quite the rowdy trouble maker. His head tipped back a bit more, as he looked at Sal from where he was sitting on the couch. A dazed smile came to his lips. "... You're upside down." he mused. Seems the brunet said silly things too, when he'd had a bit much to drink. He moved his head again, as he looked at the TV in front of them. Or at least appeared to. His hand then slid over the cushions beside him, giving them a pat or two. "Come sit with me," he insisted. Today was turning out to be quite the strange journey. Just this morning he'd seen Thomas all done up in his refined suit and tie to visit Paul's grave. And now he was in Sal's casual clothes, faintly dusted in flour and dough, and a couple glasses of wine past the line of being tipsy. |
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| onyx | Apr 18 2010, 10:42 PM Post #185 |
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Sal opened his palm to the brunet’s skull, letting the man nuzzle his head up in to it. He smiled over the feline like actions, the warm push of the Brit’s head and hair into his palm. The smile pulled into a light smirk, blue eyes tracing what he could see of the other’s face from his position, chuckling softly at the brunet’s murmured accusation. That he’d be getting into more trouble than the brunet ever would if he were the drunk one. “Yah, you’re probably right. Good thing it’s you and not me then, huh?” He shrugged when the man asked about sleeping arrangements, “We’ll figure it out in a bit…” The increased of volume to the other man’s voice didn’t bother Sal so much, it was more amusing than anything and he just kept smirking. And petting over the brunet’s hair, shifting his touch when Thomas tilted his head to look up at him upside down. His mouth pinched, chuckles escaping him at the silly observation of the less than sober man. “You’re such a mess…” he licked his lips, rubbing his thumb against the brunet’s brow, smoothing the pad of the digit against the fine hair above his green eyes. When asked to come sit beside the brunet, Sal exhaled slowly and cast another look over the man slouched out on his couch. He gave the head under his hands a last, soft pat and came around to sit in the place Thomas had indicated. He gave a little groan as he dropped onto the cushions, turning his head to the side, temple against the head of the couch and looking at the man beside him. His hands fished for the remote to the television, producing it and twirling it in his hand. He smiled, gaze straying to the peek of skin at his navel and midriff. He lifted his eyes swiftly though, reverting his eyes to Thomas’ face and keeping them there. “In the mood for the another movie, sweetheart?” |
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| passionflower | Apr 18 2010, 11:45 PM Post #186 |
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Thomas watched with hazy green eyes as the other man settled onto the couch. The remote soon followed. "Movie is okay," he murmured as he rolled his shoulders back. No sooner had the TV been clicked on, the brunet had leaned over, and his cheek rested against Sal's shoulder. A hint of a sleepy smile came to his face. "... Like when you call me that. Sweetheart," he informed quietly, as his eyes remained closed, and his warm cheek pressed to the blond's arm. Green eyes opened a hair, attempting to focus on the glowing screen out in front of them. He ended up pressing into the blond, squirming a little as he tried to get comfy. When he settled, his arm had wrapped itself around Sal's, using it as a pseudo pillow. The Brit had no real preference or thoughts on movie choices, shrugging if Sal asked him. It was all a blur to him for the moment. Besides, he was just there to enjoy the warmth and solid body the other man provided for the moment. A while later, as the time passed, Sal might notice the weight on his shoulder became a bit heavier. And if he looked over, he'd see that Thomas had clunked out on him. The heavy pizza and wine had done him in for the night. His lashes had since fallen over his eyes. The dark brows were calm, and his face relaxed. He was breathing softly, as his chest moved in and out gently and the gentle puffs of air continued to leave his nose. He looked peaceful, serene... and of course beautiful in those moments, even if he was wearing Sal's shirt and still lightly dusted in flour. |
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| onyx | Apr 19 2010, 12:11 AM Post #187 |
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Clicking the set on, Sal glanced from the screen to the brunet beside him as Thomas leant in against his arm and shoulder. Like he had ended up doing that last Sunday night after dinner and dessert. This time though, rather than having his arm around the other man, Thomas had his pretty much pinned between them – entwined with his own as the evening slowly progressed. To be honest, he wasn’t paying too much attention to what was on the TV. He settled on a channel, some kind of informational channel, but he wasn’t sure exactly which. Maybe History or something; the guy was talking something about pyramids or whatever. Rather than the television, Sal was very much aware of the body beside his - the full, alcohol lulled, warm body drifting on the couch beside him. Before long, he recognized that Thomas had fallen asleep against his arm. The weight told Sal that much. But the blond kept quiet and still, alternating glances between the Egyptian sands on his TV and the man breathing heavy, sleepy breath against his shoulder. His hand shifted, thumb dragging lightly against the hand near his; he didn’t try to move other than that and let the brunet keep his hold around his arm. After a while though, the evening slipping into night, Sal sighed and knew he should wrap up the TV watching and square them both off for sleep. Clicking the set off, the light in the hall behind them the only thing illuminating the room now, he turned his head to look over the sleeping man against him. Soft and warm, sweet… sweetheart. Sal was only vaguely aware of the little endearment he uttered every now and again in reference to the brunet. It just happened most of the time. But apparently Thomas liked it; that brought a soft smile to his face, his chest tightening with the small pleasure. He liked it too. Sitting up a bit more, Sal carefully slid his arm out from Thomas’ hold. Shifting, hands on the man’s neck and head, he carefully guided him down into lying on the cushions of the couch. The thought to wake him and have him come back to the bed crossed his mind, and in his state Sal was fairly sure the brunet would come along… but Sal knew in the morning, Thomas would probably not be so happy to discover he’d spent the night in bed with him. It’d have been nice, so, so nice, but Sal knew better. And frankly, his conscious wasn’t gonna let him get away with it tonight. So instead, he laid the man out and moved down the couch to work off his shoes. He set them down on the ground by the coffee table, peeling off socks, balling them up and sticking them inside the shoes. The sweats and shirt Thomas was in seemed like they’d be comfortable enough to sleep in, so Sal let those be and just snagged a quilt from whicker box at one end of the couch. He opened it up and draped it over the body before him, sitting down at Thomas’ hip a moment once he was covered. Sal just looked at him, his face lax and soft, his dark hair mussed and falling over his forehead. Really, honestly, just absolutely beautiful. The blond reached out and passed a slow hand over the man’s head, ruffling hair and stroking his skull, petting slowly, affectionately. Just a tender caress with his thumbs brushing and his fingers careful not to jostle. “You have no idea how hard you’re makin’ all this on me,” Sal murmured quietly and shook his head. “You were right to think the worst of me. I’m not so good a man. I’m not Paul. And you gettin’ near drunk and sayin’ cute shit, holdin’ on to my arm and fallin’ asleep like this… you might be trustin’ a little too much of me, sweetheart.” Bending, Sal eased a kiss against the brunet’s forehead. His lips lingered, nose touching his hair and hand stilling, eyes shutting for the brief moment. He sighed as he sat up, worrying his lip and brow furrowing as he swallowed. "A lot too much." |
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| passionflower | Apr 19 2010, 12:26 AM Post #188 |
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Thomas was deep asleep. Like a British log. Dead weight. As Sal unwove their arms, he didn't stir. And eventually his body was laid down on the cushions of the red couch. His cheek soon rested on one of the pillows. He didn't fight as his shoes were removed, leaving his feet in their black socks. He continued to breath and out peacefully. Oblivious of the little touches the blond placed to his hair and his head. It was a shame Sal wouldn't get to wake up to the sight of the Brit in the morning, as he had wanted. To see him with sleep tousled hair, and sleep in his eyes. But he was probably right about the Hell that he would have to pay for such a move in the morning. His brows tweaked softly as the little kiss was pressed to his forehead, and then a hint of a smile came to his lips. He curled up a bit more on the couch. Seemed he was enjoying whatever he was dreaming about. But since he was asleep... what the Englishman didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? ... Brows relaxed, lids closed. And those full pink lips, faintly parted in sleep. Paul had known the joy it was to kiss those lips. A pleasure that Sal otherwise would probably never get a chance to have. What did they feel like? Taste like? Were they warm...? Thomas' head turned a tad in sleep, turning a little more onto his back. Surely a little peck wouldn't hurt anything... would it? |
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| onyx | Apr 19 2010, 12:43 AM Post #189 |
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Sal sat still at Thomas’ hip and watched as the brunet shifted and settled once more. He kept looking over the closed eyelids, the splay of lashes against his high cheekbones, and his lips. Soft looking and parted just enough to tease, to make Sal wonder. He’d just admitted to the fact that he wasn’t as good a man as his brother had been, he wasn’t scum, but he was no outstanding male citizen. He was no white knight. He’d been angry before when Thomas had rightly called him on it in Salvatore’s, and though he’d felt justified in his anger… he’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t tempted. Stroking his thumb along the Brit’s brow, Sal lingered and wondered and considered. Thomas was out, sound asleep as far as he could tell, and he wouldn’t get out of hand with it… one kiss. It couldn’t hurt anything. Could it? No. Not just one, right? Just brief and soft, just to know what it felt like… just once and then never again. He could be satisfied with that. He wanted it and he knew he wasn’t going to get it any other way… Licking over his bottom lip, he felt his chest go tight and he carefully curled his fingers around Thomas’ chin. Holding his breath, the blond leant down and slowly, carefully, brushed a kiss to Thomas’ mouth. He did so with his eyes closed, stomach clenching tight, nervous and yet… he brushed a second kiss, sighing quietly. Thomas’ mouth was as soft and warm as it looked and he’d been right, even just a bare brush revealed that Andy really hadn’t tasted a thing like this brunet. Sal only wished he could taste properly, like was sure Paul had done before… He smoothed a last kiss to the corner of Thomas’ mouth before leaning back, away, forcing himself to stop while he was ahead. He’d vowed one kiss, and already he’d gone over by two. Like he’d said… he wasn’t so good a man. He needed to let the man alone, let him sleep, and go lock himself up in his room now. If he didn’t this was just going to end up like what happened in Salvatore’s, only likely ten times worse. He opened his eyes and allowed himself to look at the brunet once more. His body ached to stay there with him, or bring Thomas back with him… if only. |
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| passionflower | Apr 19 2010, 01:04 AM Post #190 |
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The Brit remained relatively motionless as Sal kissed his mouth slowly, curiously. His lips were indeed warm. Soft, full... No hint of smoke or tobacco like Andy's had been. In fact there was more a hint of the pizza he'd eaten coupled with the strong wine. One could only imagine how nice they would feel if they reciprocated the kiss being placed upon them. The brunet didn't stir as Sal stole not just one but three kisses to his mouth. In the morning, Thomas was still dead on the couch. He'd remained on his back, with his arms resting lightly on his chest. Up and down his chest rose and fell with each breath he took. His face was warm from sleep, and hair a mess. Fly away strands haloing his head. The blankets that had been placed upon him had half fallen off, leaving his upper body uncovered. And the loose shirt on his torso had served to hike up higher, exposing the Brit's entire mid drift. A flat stomach, with a hint of tone, and that tempting navel all on display. He was still quite the sight. Not all groomed and primped as Sal normally saw him. Just... au natural. Well as au natural as he could get while still wearing clothes. Sal's clothes. A soft smile graced his mouth in his sleep. A pleasant dream it seemed. Likely of Paul. Perhaps imagining he was still alive. Still there to give him all the affection and love he desired. But this look of simple pleasant joy melted away, as his dark brows furrowed. Long fingers curled in the material of his shirt as the sleeping man tensed. |
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| onyx | Apr 19 2010, 01:21 AM Post #191 |
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Sal eventually got himself up off the couch and into his room that night. It’d been hard, damn hard, but he’d done it. He’d hauled himself to his feet and left the brunet on his couch alone, forcing himself back into his empty room and shut the door behind him – cutting off all means of entrance for temptation. He pulled off his shirt and threw it in some random direction he wasn’t paying attention too and his jeans got kicked off in the same manner. Huffing loudly to himself, he dropped on his back on his bed and scrubbed his hands over his face, at a loss of what to think about the situation and himself… he was so confused. Like, he knew, didn’t used to be this screwed up. Sleep hadn’t come easily, his mind working too much for him to find swift, restful slumber, but he got there eventually, sprawled on his back in his boxers with his arms bent up over his head. He hadn’t even bothered to pull up his sheets. Come morning, he woke up groggy, inhaling sharply as eyes blinked open and stared blurrily at the ceiling overhead. He needed coffee, and maybe a cigarette – it felt like it’d been forever since he’d had one and his body was starting to notice. Dragging himself out of bed, he was at first perplexed as to why his door was closed. Normally, he left it wide open… it wasn’t until he exited and saw the back of the couch that he truly remembered. It all came back then; the night with Andy, the trip to the cemetery, the pizza dinner at Salvatore’s and the wine, the trip back to the apartment and Thomas falling asleep… how he’d kissed the slumbering, unaware Brit. His mouth suddenly tingled, recalling. Sal turned back into his room and grabbed a tank out of a drawer, tugging it on as he went out into the living room again. He was pretty sure Thomas wouldn’t be thrilled to wake up to him just in his boxers… Padding over to the couch, Sal tipped a look over the back to the man still sleeping on the cushions. Immediately, his eyes were drawn to the smooth expanse of his exposed midriff. Sal felt his stomach clench in appreciation, blue eyes following lines of healthy tone and curling into the navel, licking his lips unconsciously as he eyed the display. Being a healthy, warm-blooded man such as himself… Sal couldn’t help the spike of interest at the sight. The immediate curl of budding arousal. Honestly, he doubted anyone would be unaffected by a sight like this. As he stood there, looking, he noticed the change in the brunet. The peace left his face, replaced with tension that made Sal frown, his attention drifting from the body to the man himself. He came around the couch slowly, crouching down. Had his dreams taken on a turn for the worse? A nightmare? The blond reached out and placed a hand on the side of the man’s head, thumbs brushing slowly. “Tom? Thomas,” he murmured the name with a sleep-roughed voice. His brow furrowed over as he watched the other man, attempting to bring him out of whatever unpleasantness he’d found himself in. “Come on, sweetheart. ‘S just a dream. Time to wake up, beautiful.” |
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| passionflower | Apr 19 2010, 02:47 AM Post #192 |
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The brunet tensed a little more, his breathing coming in sporadic little pants. A hand cupped his head, and a voice called out to him... How many times had he tried calling? It wasn't like Paul to be late to anything. Especially without any sort of contact on his part. Why was his chest tight and why was his heart hammering in his ribcage? And this feeling of dread... washing over him. Surely he was just being a worry wart, like Paul always teased him for. The phone buzzed in his hand... Quickly he brought it to his ear, without thinking. "Paul? ... Paul where are you?" he spoke, frantically. It was Paul on the other end wasn't it? ... "Hello Mr. Hayward. We regret to inform you that there has been an accident involving your friend, Mr. Durante..." He felt his heart twist up in his chest, painfully. "He's dead." "No!" came the little cry from the Brit. He sat up abruptly, his whole body shaking. A cold sweat had broken out over his brow. His shoulders were tense, jaw clenched. His green eyes were watery. He seemed to sense someone beside him. His head turned a bit, eyes hazy and unfocused as he looked upon the blond man kneeling beside him. Without a word his arms were thrown around his neck and he clutched him tightly. His fingers dug into the fabric of the tank as his face pressed into his neck. The poor man was still shaking from the dream. Reliving that same damn moment, the first moment he'd been informed of the accident. The worst damn day of his life, and he could never escape it. |
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| onyx | Apr 19 2010, 06:42 AM Post #193 |
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Sal had no idea what the brunet was seeing behind his closed lids, but he could tell that whatever it was, it must be pretty bad. Thomas was so tense, jerking, and he didn’t seem to hear his murmuring attempts to drag the man into consciousness. Frowning, Sal just continued to smooth hi thumb against the man’s temple and say his name… When Thomas exclaimed and shot up, Sal about came out of his skin. It startled him so much, he jumped and probably would have toppled over if not for the fact that Thomas threw his arms around him the moment watery green eyes landed on him. Sal was a bit stunned at first, wide-eyed as the other man clutched at him; feeling him shaking, Sal’s expression furrowed over in worry. “Sshh… sshh, it’s ok…” The blond murmured quietly to the shaking brunet, arms coming around him as well. He soothed his hands up and down Thomas’ back, holding his neck, embracing him to his chest and squeezing reassuringly. “Thomas… Thomas, it’s ok, sweetheart. You were just dreamin’. You’re ok.” Pushing up, Sal kept his hold around the other man and sat himself on the edge of the couch – at Thomas’ hip, like the night before. He card a hand through his hair, easing his head back enough for him to get a look at the other man’s face. “I’m here, it’s ok,” Sal placed their foreheads together, nose brushing alongside Thomas’. “Take a breath, sweetheart. You’re alright.” He never let up on his hold on the other man, hands constantly moving and soothing, rubbing warmth into the man’s back and arms, working the tremors out of him. He still had no idea what was wrong, but the ‘whats’ weren’t so important to Sal. Soothing and calming was all he cared about, making sure he recovered from whatever horror had taken him in his sleep. Grogginess and cravings forgotten, Sal was prepared to sit there and hold on to the other man as long as he needed. |
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| passionflower | Apr 19 2010, 12:23 PM Post #194 |
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The Brit had gone quiet, except for his shaking breaths. Like his lungs were fighting for air. His arms tightened around Sal. He felt the other man reciprocate his hold, and his hand to brush back through his hair. He then felt the blond tip his head back enough for them to be face to face, forehead to forehead. His eyes were clenched shut, though they finally opened a little. He looked at Sal as their noses brushed softly. He swallowed thickly as his hands eased a little on their grip on the other man. Thomas drew in a shaky breath as his cheek rested on Sal's chest and shoulder. The tremors had stopped. And the uneasy breath had settled. Green eyes fell closed as his face turned a bit, pressing into Sal's shirt, and his nose brushing over the fabric of his tank. A few minutes passed. Thomas didn't budge. But he slowly came back to peace, though his brows furrowed a bit. "... How did you... react? ... When they gave you the news? Do you... remember what you were doing? Where you were?" he whispered finally. His hands slid down, and rested on his chest, feeling the strong flesh beneath the tank. "Ever since that night... that memory haunts me. I keep living it, over and over, when I sleep," he winced. It made getting a restful sleep quite difficult, that was for sure. "... Why do I have to keep reliving that horrible memory?" he tensed out. His voice was strained and uneasy. |
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| onyx | Apr 19 2010, 12:51 PM Post #195 |
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Sal took the touching and clinging without complaint, tucking his chin to the brunet’s head when he rest it down against his chest. He sighed, listening, hands rubbing up and down the other’s back, and frowned a little. It was a hard question, easy enough to answer, but hard to admit to. Hard to think about. “Yah… yah, I remember.” Sal nodded, clearing his throat consciously. “I was here, actually. Asleep. It’d been a long day and I was beat. I just passed out as soon as I got to my room. The call woke me up, so, I mean I was groggy and I kinda disoriented. Didn’t understand at first, what they were telling me.” He felt hands slid down from around his neck and settle on his chest, Sal adjusting his hold on the other as well. Squeezing him, holding on, still reassuring even as Thomas began to calm. He was just full to the brim of this overwhelming need protect the brunet; shield him in this moment of vulnerability. He needed to do it. The blond exhaled again, licking his lips thoughtfully as Thomas told him and asked him things he had no answer for. Wished he did, but didn’t. In the end, he ended up shifting and leaning back. Taking Thomas with him, he laid down on his couch and turned onto his side – back against the back of the couch with Thomas facing him. He looked the other straight in the face like that, a hand coming up to cup the side of his head and stroke over it once. The hand then went back around the brunet, rubbing at his back again and keeping him close. “I don’t know… I don’t know why you keep reliving it.” He admitted honestly. “I guess… it’s kinda like Post-Traumatic Stress. Like the War Veterans who came home and couldn’t cope, kept reliving the battles and things they saw. You loved Paul,” Sal’s hand curled around the brunet’s shoulder, holding, as he murmured. “I loved him too, but not the same way. He was my brother and I won’t lie to you, I was a mess when it finally sunk it. I mean, I big time mess. But you loved him a different way… and you deal with it in a different way, too. I suppressed it, and you never stopped feeling it.” His hand lifted again; thumb dragging along the other man’s jaw to his temple. Then traced his fingers along his brow line and down between his eyes, following the slope of his nose and back up, into his hairline and carding back his shaggy bangs from his forehead. “It’s ok… I know it’s cliché and probably means shit right now, but I do think it’ll get easier. In time. You’ll stop dreamin’ about it and the pain will ease up. At least, that’s how it happen for me after Pop died.” He smiled a little half smile. “I was a little bit of a mess then too. But I’m ok now. Took a while, but it got better. This’ll get better too, sweetheart. I promise.” |
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