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| onyx | Apr 19 2010, 07:19 PM Post #211 |
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Sal waved the concern off with a turn of his palm and slight jerk of his head. “It’ll be fine. He’s been buggin’ me for months to take some time off anyway,” he smiled across at the brunet. “Just give me like a week to get things straightened out and give him some notice, and sure thing. I can take off on a little vacation. Few days isn’t gonna kill Jimmy and it isn’t gonna kill Salvatore’s.” Picking up his mug, Sal lifted himself out of his chair and collected up Thomas’ teacup as well. Carting them over to the sink to rinse out, he didn’t let himself freeze up when the brunet suggested they get a hotel in the city. A trip in the city, alone, with Thomas… the two of them sharing a room. It had his nerves on fire beneath his skin, stomach clenching and pulse raising. Yes. He liked that idea a lot. “Yah, probably.” He agreed, licking his bottom lip as he quickly dried off the cups and put them away. “It’d be easier than drivin’ back and forth from here and there… I got laptop back in my room. We could get all the details squared away…” He was eager, he couldn’t help it. If it were up to him, they’d be leaving now. Right now. But he knew there were things to do first… he’d have to tell Jimmy, give the guy some time to prepare. They’d have to decide on a hotel and book a room. They had to decide for how long too. And Broadway, if Thomas wanted to see a show, they should probably figure all that out as soon as possible. Money wasn’t much of a problem, so at least they had that going for them, but everything else… seemed like there was so much to do and he was impatient. |
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| passionflower | Apr 19 2010, 07:59 PM Post #212 |
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When he was reassured the restaurant and his uncle and cousin would be fine in his absence, Thomas gave an understanding nod. Well, that was comforting. And one less thing for the brunet to worry about. Always good. And as the hotel in the city was agreed to, Thomas was all smiles. Okay so maybe it never occurred to him how wrong Sal might be thinking about such a situation being, just the two of them in one hotel room, but he was still happy. He got up as the blond went to the sink to wash out their cups. "Maybe while I'm here... we could work out some of those details?" he offered as he leaned on the counter beside the blond. He actually felt down right giddy, like a child about to go to Disney World. He couldn't exactly describe the last time he'd felt that way. A warm smile was on his lips. Some websurfing, hotel booking, ticket buying, phone calling, and packing happened over the next couple days. Little loose ends to tie up on Sal's end. Jimmy and his daughter informed they'd be taking care of Salvatore's without their 'boss' around. The hotel, a Ritz-Carlton in Battery Park, was booked for a weeks worth of nights. At the moment, the brunet had it under his credit card, though he had a feeling sometime before he paid the bill that Sal would attempt to pick up at least some of the tab. He would fight him on this one though... If the time came down to it. But he'd left that little issue on the sidelines for down the road. Two tickets to West Side Story on Broadway were soon theirs. A bit pricey but... well Thomas didn't know the next time he'd be in New York. He just hoped the play wouldn't bore Sal too much. No real explosions on Broadway. It was just a few hours of their time, out of the whole week they'd be spending there. A week had passed. Thomas had been in contact with Sal, to finalize their plans. They decided starting their adventure on a Sunday would be best. Have let Sal deal with the weekend rush, to take some strain off Jimmy and Ceceila. Thomas had checked out of his room earlier that morning. And after packing up the car and picking up Sal, they made the drive into the heart of the Big Apple. It wasn't too far of a drive. But still, commuting in and out every day would have served to be a pain. The Brit was dressed up nicely, as he usually was. A button down black shirt with some khaki colored slacks. And of course his hair combed and that familiar cologne that the Englishman typically wore. A swanky check in, bell boys carting their bags up to their room, and a tip to get them to go away later, and the two men were left alone in the hotel room they'd be sharing. Thomas looked around the nice room. Two beds, a pretty big TV, a small kitchenette, and a bathroom with a jacuzzi tub. He spared a glance to Sal, then headed out to the balcony. He opened upt he sliding glass door and walked out to look at the city down below. A smile filled his face from the sight. "I can't wait to see it at night..." he murmured softly, as he glanced back in through the door at the blond. He smiled to him, with excitement shining in his green eyes. "Come look!" |
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| onyx | Apr 19 2010, 08:24 PM Post #213 |
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When he’d told Jimmy he was taking off for a week, the older man had been as surprised as Sal had figured he would be. After all, his uncle had been urging him to do just that for so long… for the last five years at least, since his Pop died, to take a serious little vacation. He’d always complained, saying Sal was going to work him right into the same early death his father had. Of course that had only ever pissed Sal off and made him work all the harder just to spite the older man. But when he’d told him he was finally going to actually do it, Jimmy hadn’t believed him at first. Eventually though, he agreed happily to take over in his absence. Cecelia, as to be expected, had complained. And then when she was done complaining, he badgered. Bugging and prodded and asked and asked and asked what he was doing going into the city for a week. Who was he going with? And when he wouldn’t tell her, it of course only made her bug him more. By the time he was packed and had his apartment closed up and locked, and climbed into Thomas’ car to take the drive into the bustle of the city to their hotel, he was beyond relieved. Once they were checked in and left to their room, Sal couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t taken a vacation sooner. This was nice. He dropped his bag by the foot of one of the two beds; sliding out of the leather jacket he was wearing, he draped the garment at the end. Like Thomas, Sal was also dressed to his usual standards – clean jeans and a fitted tee that hugged his ribs and highlighted the tone in his arms. Eyeing the bed, he was tempted to just toss himself on to it, bounce, test it out and feel for himself if it was as comfortable as it looked. Thomas was going out on the balcony though and Sal looked up at the sound of the sliding glass, a grin easing over his face when the brunet called him out to join him. Bed forgotten for the time being, the blond happily complied and stepped out beside his friend. “Nice,” Sal nodded his approval as he leant his elbows on the railing and took a look out at their view. It really was breath taking and Thomas was right, it’d probably be stunning at night with all its lights and glamour. “This was a very good idea,” he assured, licking over his lips and continuing to scan the city beyond them. “Lived here all my life and wouldn’t you know it, I’ve hardly actually seen any of it.” “So thank you,” he reached a hand out and placed it against Thomas’ back, patting and rubbing faintly. “For letting me tag along and all.” |
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| passionflower | Apr 19 2010, 08:45 PM Post #214 |
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Thomas smiled as Sal walked out to the balcony to join him. He looked back out to the sky line, of the various sized buildings and small cars below. Though as he heard that Sal hadn't really toured New York at all, and yet this was where he'd grown up, it caused the brunet to chuckle. "That seems to be a typical attitude of a lot of people. They live somewhere but take all the amazing sights around there for granted," he gave a nod of understanding. "... But better late than never right?" he smiled. He'd been leaning on the railing, eyes still following along the many streets below. That was when he felt the warm hand on his lower back. Blinking his green eyes twice, Thomas glanced over to the blond beside him. "It's no trouble. Sight seeing by yourself is kind of depressing... So, I think I'm the one who should be thanking you, for your company," he smiled a bit. He looked back out to the city, and let that hand remained on his back. He didn't understand himself sometimes. Then again, Sal confused him too. He'd told him, that night in the pizzeria, that he wasn't trying to get a fling out of him. And yet... the level of affection this man had given him over the past couple days was astounding to Thomas. Especially for a man like Sal. But he tried not to dwell on those thoughts for long. "... Our only appointment is Tuesday night, for West Side Story. Other than that, the city is our oyster. What should we do first?" he smiled a bit as he looked back to Sal. Although it had been his idea to come, he was still up for hearing what Sal wanted to do. |
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| onyx | Apr 19 2010, 09:16 PM Post #215 |
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Sal let his hand linger a little while longer; might as well get as much as you can get when you can, right? No telling when Thomas might decided he’d had enough and swat away a touch or just up and leave altogether. So, he didn’t press his luck and he didn’t think he took too much advantage – other than that slip of his a few nights prior on the couch with Thomas passed out and he a bit too curious for his own good – but he did milk a moment when he could. He did remove his hand though, eventually, when he knew keeping it there any longer would start to make it a bit of a problem… but he cut it close. One time, he knew, he wasn’t going to catch it in time and he’d end up making something awkward. But, well, he’d just deal with that when it happened. Returning his arms to himself, folding them under him and leaning on the railing, he turned his eyes back out again. He chewed faintly at the inside of his bottom lip and his leg bounced a little under him, twitchy… being out on the balcony made him really want a cigarette. Being around Thomas though had seriously curbed the habit. He hadn’t quit yet, but he didn’t light up around the brunet as a general rule of his. Thomas didn’t like it and made a face every time, frowning at him with a thick disapproval that stuck to the blond every time – it wasn’t a surprised though, being that the guy was on his way to being a doctor, Sal had expected that the blatant negative blow to his health would irritate the other man. His fingers were itching for one now and he curled them into fists, denying himself. He tilted his head and hummed to himself when asked what he wanted to do on this little trip of theirs. The inclusion, though not surprising either considering the kind of person Thomas was, made him smile again. “Well, he gotta see old Lady Liberty and the Empire Building, for sure. And I’m thinkin’ Central Park, maybe do some ice skating there. Should be fun, right? Maybe hit a zoo, or aquarium, Coney Island... we could go to Chinatown, take a ferry 'round the bay. Oh!” He turned suddenly, reaching out and wrapping fingers around the brunet’s shoulder, giving it a little shake and grinning like a fool. “We gotta go to Lombardi’s. It was America’s first pizzeria. Ever. We gotta get a slice at some point, just to say we’ve been there.” He extended a finger from his hand on Thomas’ shoulder and poked the brunet in the jaw, giving him a playfully stern look. “And don’t even try tellin’ me no or that we’ve had enough pizza to last us for forever. This is pizza from the FIRST shop ever over here, as a Pizzaioli I’m morally obligated to taste from the birthplace of New York, Italian-American pizza. And you’re coming with me, because you’re morally obligated to keep me outta trouble.” He winked. |
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| passionflower | Apr 19 2010, 09:49 PM Post #216 |
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The Brit felt the hand linger a while before Sal finally withdrew it. And then he listened as he listed off the various activities and places they could go. He was a bit startled as Sal took him by the shoulders and shook him though. It caused his green eyes to widen. But at the mention of Lombardi's, a little chuckle escaped him. Of course Sal could go a bit crazy over visiting a historical spot like that. When he let go of him and gave him the playful poke, Thomas couldn't help the smirk that came over his lips. "I wasn't going to." he informed, simply, and smiled to him. "Maybe we can eat there tonight, for dinner," he gave a nod. "And you can fanboy all over their pizzaioli. Maybe even grab a cute one for yourself," he smirked, teasing the man. He actually doubted Sal would be so shameless as to bring someone to their hotel room while on their little vacation. If he knew him like he thought he did... His eyes trailed down to notice the shaking of his hands at his sides. His gaze softened. He'd not really seen the other man smoking since the first day he saw him. And maybe once after their Brunch. But after that... Was he attempting to stop? Or just avoiding smoking around him? And why the hell would the other man do that, just for his sake? ... Gently one of his hands reached out and he rested it on Sal's. "... I know you smoke. You don't have to try to hide it," he spoke as he looked up at the blond's eyes. "I'm sure you've had more than enough people pester you about how unhealthy it is, but it still comes down to your decision if you wanna do it or not. No one's stopping you except yourself. Don't feel you have to torture yourself on my behalf either." he insisted. |
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| onyx | Apr 19 2010, 10:16 PM Post #217 |
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Sal huffed an amused sound and cocked a smirk right back at the other man over his teasing, rolling his eyes. Pick up a guy at Lombardi’s, and what? Bring him back here? Like hell he was doing that. Besides… Thomas could assume what he wanted, but Sal hadn’t been with anyone since the whole mess with Andy a week or so ago. And that was the honest to god truth of the matter. Yeah, that might not seem like very much to most people, but a week without… Sal wasn’t used to that at all. Strangely though, and maybe he was losing his mind, but he didn’t care so much about it as he’d have thought he would. He was actually kind of content with it, or, well, not content… a little somethin’, somethin’ some time soon would be greatly appreciated, but for some reason he was ok with not picking people up every other night. Besides, he’d spent so much time with Thomas lately, he hadn’t had time to go out and/or call someone up. He’d spent evenings talking to the brunet about this trip, either in person or over the phone. He went to bed some nights directly after a discussion, satisfied even without sex being in the equation. His grin came back swiftly; the blond pleased by Thomas’ agreement and allowance of his silly little desire. Excitement bubbled in his chest. Ridiculous, oh absolutely, and he knew it. But he couldn’t help it. The giddy feeling sobered a little though when Thomas spoke again, his tone completely different and hand landing on his. Oh. Sal hadn’t realized it’d been so noticeable, but apparently his hands must have been shaking more than he thought or something, because Thomas knew. And he was giving him permission to do as he pleased, as he needed. “You sure? I know you don’t like it… Been tryin’ not to bother you with it, but I been meanin’ to cut back anyway and all,” he shrugged. But even as he spoke he reached for his pocket and produced his crumpled pack of smokes, pulling one out with his lips and tucking the carton away again. He gave the brunet a last, worried look before he lifted his lighter to the tip. “You sure you don’t mind? I can last a week without it… or I mean, I could go down and all, away to do it.” He gestured down to the street bellow, meaning he’d take the lift all the way down to the sidewalk to smoke if Thomas didn’t like it. “Should quit, I know.” He nodded to himself, not lighting up just yet. He plucked the stick from his lips and looked at it between his fingers, licking his lips. He squinted at it, frowning. “Just hard to do.” Tucking it back in his mouth, he finally lifted the lighter and let the stick catch light, inhaling deep. Relief flooded his body and his eyes rolled closed. |
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| passionflower | Apr 19 2010, 10:39 PM Post #218 |
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Thomas of course was unaware of Sal's late lag in sexual partners. Though if he had known he would have been quite proud of the blond. Or maybe it was just the fact he'd been taking all his time away. Though was it really such a bad thing to help the other man stop being so loose? Statistics dictated he was upping his chances each time to contract something nasty, that's the only way Thomas could look at it. It seemed to be one of the main ways he looked at the world: by how deadly or unhealthy something was, which made sense, considering the profession he was planning to be in when he graduated. He watched as Sal pulled out the pack of cigs from his pockets and brought one of the heinous sticks to his lips. "... As long as you smoke out here, I'm alright," he informed. He watched as Sal went about lighting up, and the content relaxation that soon came over him. Gently he gave him a prod in the ribs. "You should quit... Though cutting back is a good step to take first. Your lungs will thank you," he mused. He withdrew his hand then. "... Did your father smoke?" he added. Sal had picked up a lot of his habits from his father, so it wouldn't have surprised him. Thomas couldn't stay out there long. Although he'd given Sal the okay to smoke, he could only take the smoke and the strong smell for so long. So he eventually excused himself inside. While Sal finished up his cigarette, he picked up a guidebook he'd picked up in the lobby, flopped down on his bed and began to flip through. His feet crossed at the ankles as he sat there on the bed, long legs stretched out over the mattress, and his upper body leaning back comfortably on the headboard. A smile tweaked his lips as amongst the many sights to see was the Lombardi's that Sal so badly wanted to go to. Located in what was left of 'Little Italy' and very close to Chinatown. Perhaps they could just make a day of street touring. Thomas was fine with that. He lifted his head, to watch Sal through the glass door. With his back to him, he let his eyes linger longer than normal... to take in the length of the other man's body. The way his t-shirt clung to his toned arms and broad shoulders, and on down to the jeans that hugged his ass quite nicely. The brunet felt his cheeks warm just a bit and his green eyes flicked away, back to the book in his hands. |
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| onyx | Apr 19 2010, 11:00 PM Post #219 |
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The blond gave a quiet little grunt as his ribs were poked, torso tilting away instinctively. Sensitive, after all. Ticklish, though he was not ready to let that on to the brunet just yet. He flicked some ash and nodded his head, lips quirked faintly. “Yah. Yah, Pop smoked everyday of his life as long as I knew him.” And it wasn’t like he’d sat there and intentionally copied everything his dad did. It’d just happened. Paul would hit his books and he would come out to the pizzeria to flip dough and learn the trade, and one day, he’d just picked up a cigarette too. Never stopped. It probably had a hand in killing the old man, so Sal knew he should stop. He knew what he was doing to himself every time he inhaled, every time he lit up, but like he said… it was just hard to stop. Thomas left him out the balcony to finish his smoke and Sal let him go, though not without reluctance. That right there was a prefect reason for why he should quit. Other than the damage he was doing to his lungs and body, it also made people he wanted to stay near step away. He’d never had the problem before, but it was a problem now. He was smoking and Thomas couldn’t be around it, so that meant he couldn’t be around Thomas while he did it. And he’d been enjoying their time out on the balcony together… Leaning more heavily on the railing, he was unaware of eyes watching and appraising him from behind. He just watched the sky and smoked his cigarette, promising himself this would be the only one for the rest of the day. He’d limit himself to one a day… work it up to every other day or something. He’d only ever tired to quit once, but it had admittedly been rather half assed and he hadn’t been really serious about it. Maybe it was high time he try again, seriously this time. When he was done, he stubbed the stick out and licked his lips clean of the taste left over on his mouth. He exhaled smoke out of him, staying out there a little longer after in hopes the smell would air out of him a little. So Thomas wouldn’t be so bothered by it. When he eventually went back in, siding the door shut behind him, he smirked at the sight of the brunet on his bed reading through the travel guidebook to New York City from the lobby. Not even hesitating, Sal dropped down on the mattress right beside the other man, grunting and sighing as he did. He probably should have asked, or just stuck to his own bed or something, but whatever. He wanted to be beside the brunet and was still kinda pouty on the inside about his bad habits driving the man away. He lay on his stomach, propped on his elbows and looking up at the man sitting up against the headboard. Smirking, he flicked the cover of the book in the brunet’s hands, causing it to tilt in and disturb the man’s reading – a childish and taunting little action. “Anything interestin’ in there?” He smirked deviously, " Any place with good wine nearby, Tipsy-Tom?" and teased the other man about the night he’d had too much wine at Salvatore’s |
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| passionflower | Apr 19 2010, 11:19 PM Post #220 |
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Thomas glanced up as Sal came back in. Though the bed bounced as the blond flopped down beside him. The little flick to his book had the brunet huffing a tad, as he glanced toward Sal over the top of his book. He pulled it forward, letting it rest open on his chest as he looked down at the smirking blond. "Lombardi's is in here. I thought perhaps we could tour the area around there then stop in for dinner. Mulberry street, what's left of Little Italy and of course China. If not Lombardi's I'm sure somewhere around there had to carry wine," he mused softly. He lifted his hand then, and he lightly flicked the blond's forehead in a playful manner. "But you won't be seeing Tipsy-Tom tonight," he smirked. He sat up then, and closed the book then slid it onto the nightstand on his side of the bed. "If you're ready to hit the city, we can go," he mused as he got up from the bed. He stretched and rolled his shoulders back, then went about getting his wallet and cellphone, sliding each into his pockets. "You wanna take a taxi or the subway?" he added as he went about grabbing up a sweater from one of his bags. Was likely to get cold by the evening. In typical prep fashion, he tied the two arms around his neck, and let the sweater hang down his back. |
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| onyx | Apr 19 2010, 11:34 PM Post #221 |
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“Mmm… we’ll see,” Sal just teased right back, eyes closing as his forehead was flicked. He couldn’t help the smile on his face, pulling his lips in a somewhat goofy fashion; the banter between them felt good. It’d gotten easy to do and by now, felt natural to him. Thomas got up and Sal rolled onto his back, lifting himself up too. “Sounds good to me,” he nodded in agreement to the plan and made sure he had his things on him too. “Subway might be faster, but a taxi would be less complicated. Depends on what you want – private taxi, or sharin' a train car with whoever and their mothers?” Grabbing his jacket off his bed, he went ahead and slid it on, adjusting the sit of it on his shoulders. He paused when he saw Thomas, a grin cracking his face again at the sight of the sweater tied around his shoulders. Coming forward, he gave the back of the sweater a little tug. “I like your cape, Super-Tom.” He snickered softly and stepped out ahead of the brunet, exiting their room and standing in the hall, waiting for Thomas to follow. In the elevator, he shifted on his feet eagerly. Excited. If he were so preoccupied with being thrilled, he’d feel ridiculous over his eagerness. Like a kind in a candy store, promised a sweet surprise. But how could he not be thrilled? He was seeing New York like he never had before, he was about to get pizza from the country’s first ever pizzeria, and he was getting to experience it with… well frankly, Thomas was shaping up to be the best friend he’d ever had outside of Paul. Even with the moments of awkward desire and attraction to the brunet, he was getting good at keeping it to himself and soaking in stolen little moments. But even without that, he’d have been happy to be there with the other man. Because take away the attraction, and he still really liked the guy. He still enjoyed being around him. |
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| passionflower | Apr 19 2010, 11:58 PM Post #222 |
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Thomas followed the blond outside... though he smirked at the Super-Tom comment. His hands slid into his pockets. "You're just jealous I get a cape and you don't," he tossed back at him. They stepped onto the elevator, and he could see the other man's excited energy just trickling through every ounce of his being. It was kind of cute actually, seeing the grown guy ... just so happy. Thomas smiled some. The Englishman too was pretty excited though. He loved traveling, exploring, seeing the world around them. And doing so in good company made things even better. Out on the sidewalk, Thomas took the lead, and lead them down to the nearest subway station. Down some stairs, and getting a subway pass, and they were soon waiting on the platform. It wasn't too busy, considering it was the afternoon on a Sunday. It might have been not private but Thomas still wanted to experience the New York subways, though he had a feeling it'd be pretty similar to the subway in London. He watched Sal out of the corner of his eye, and smiled a little to the blond. The train arrived shortly, and soon they were on it. The ever prepared brunet had snagged a subway map, and he was looking over the various stops. He took an available seat. Another was empty right beside him, the perfect place for Sal to sit. "We ride this line for a five stops. Spring Street... So you can get comfy for a little bit," he smiled as he folded up the map. His legs crossed, in typical Thomas behavior. "Then once we get off we're taking the streets by foot. Considering how much pizza you're gonna be stuffing down my throat, I think we'll need the exercise to work off the excess calories," he teased with a smirk up at the blond. |
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| onyx | Apr 20 2010, 12:14 AM Post #223 |
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Sal followed onto the subway and took the available seat beside the brunet. He chuckled faintly as Thomas produced a map; Sal hadn’t even thought about it, but it did seem like a rather good idea to one. Of course Thomas would be prepared though. Good thing once of them was, he supposed. Nodding his head in understanding, he rolled his eyes at the other man when he brought up calories and their planned pizza dinner. He scoffed and swatted a hand at the other man’s stomach, “Oh whatever. Like a couple extra pieces of pizza is gonna do you any harm. You’re fine, and you know it.” He shook his head, retracting his hand and chuckling a bit more. He looked around the subway car and at the different people on it with them. Not too crowded at all, but he could imagine the thing got packed to bursting some days. Sal relaxed back in his seat as Thomas had instructed him to do, hands in his lap – no more shaking now. He’d gotten his little fix and his nerves were a lot calmer. “You know,” he mussed with another little devilish quirk to his lips. “We should get you one of those Chinese dresses in Chinatown. But your calorie conscious ass would look lovely in one. Cape and all.” He nudged the brunet with his elbow, teasing him. “Seriously though. You’re gonna have to get over that whole worry, ‘cause I’m gonna get us a box of some breakfast sweets for the mornin’.” He hummed in pleasure at the idea, “Get us some good, proper Italian breakfast cakes right from Little Italy. Only thing better would be from Italy herself.” |
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| passionflower | Apr 20 2010, 12:29 AM Post #224 |
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Thomas felt the taunting little swat to his stomach. He surprisingly gave Sal his own playful shove in return. "It's a medical mystery to me, how it is your ass is so trim when all you live on is pizza and sweet cakes in the morning," he smirked back at him. Sal was likely blessed with an enviable metabolism, was Thomas' guess. His arms folded across his chest, as Sal cracked the Chinese dress comment. "Mm... I might be a nancy-boy but I wouldn't be caught dead in a dress," he mused softly as he flicked one of Sal's ears with his fingers. His smirk faded into a more bemused smile. "Wouldn't mind trying on some men's Chinese attire though," he added quietly. He was further amused as Sal went on to beam about the sweet breakfast cakes he was planning to get them from Little Italy. "... How about after we conquer New York we hop a plane to Italy?" he glanced up at him. Kidding obviously... well.. kind of. Thomas wanted to see Italy. Wanted to see lots of places. But he knew of any place he could go, Italy would be the most alluring to the man seated beside him. Noting the stop, Thomas rested a hand on Sal's shoulder, to inform him they were getting off. He got to his feet, and glanced to the blond, wanting to be sure he followed, as he got off the train and past the faint bustle of people who were pushing to get onto the train. New Yorkers... pushy people. Once they got out of the station and were back outside, Thomas looked around the surrounding streets and smiled at the many shops and signs that surrounded them. Plenty of restaurants, little shops, and Lombardi's was even in sight, a block or two down Spring street. |
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| onyx | Apr 20 2010, 12:40 AM Post #225 |
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Sal exclaimed around a laugh as Thomas flicked his ear, the blond turning the unguarded expression at the man beside him. He rubbed at his ear, chuckling still. He quieted a little when Thomas joked about jumping on a plane for Italy – if only, huh? He groused a little sound and arched a playfully stern brow at the brunet beside him. “Don’t even kid with that,” he grinned. “I’ll kidnap you and have us on a plane in twenty minutes if you keep it up.” When their stop came, Sal got up with the other man and battled his way out of the car and onto the platform. It was exhilarating, exciting even, but he knew it’d get old real fast if he lived out here and had to deal with that everyday. No wonder New Yorkers were considered rude and pushy, they had to be to get anywhere. Once out on the streets again though, he inhaled a deep breath and looked around at the hustle and life. All the vivid colors and sounds of people eating, talking, laughing, shopping, and going about their way. Flashing a grin at the brunet with him, Sal reached over and wrapped a hand around Thomas’ wrist. He gave a little tug and started walking down the street. “Come on. Lets get lost, huh?” |
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