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| passionflower | Apr 20 2010, 01:13 AM Post #226 |
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Thomas' eyes went down to the hand at his wrist. Surprisingly he pulled his hand out of the grip, but it wasn't indefinite. Instead, his warm hand wrapped about Sal's. He gave the blond's hand a squeeze as he looked up at him. He smiled a bit then. Then without a word he began to walk. Okay so maybe hand holding... well wasn't that technically a friendly gesture? Having his wrist grabbed felt more like a child being lead around to Thomas, for the moment. Holding hands just felt... fitting. Thomas looked around with wide eyes, as they peeked into the many windows leading into cafes, pizzeria's and Italian restaurants. A few little shops were stationed around with Italian items, including imports. Thomas ended up tugging Sal into an Antique's store and he looked at the old paintings, statuary and other odds and ends that were overflowing on the store's shelves. Thomas released his hold on Sal's hand, to look over the many old books in the back of the shop. His eyes brightened as he pulled one particular title off the shelf. He looked at the leather bound book and flipped through some of the old yellowing pages. He passed by Sal and soon was at the cashier's counter. He handed over some bills for the book. Once they headed out, Thomas was flipping through the book a bit more as they walked. "The Betrothed, by Alessandro Manzoni. Considered a great masterpiece in Italy," he mused as he glanced to Sal. "This particular edition was printed in 1924." he smiled a bit, then eased it back into the bag the cashier had given him. He smiled up to Sal, though he stopped as he noted they'd come upon a Ferrera's Bakery. He stepped inside without a word, and was greeted with the smell of freshly baking bread and sweets. He glanced over to Sal. "... Might as well pick up those cakes of yours?" he chuckled. |
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| onyx | Apr 20 2010, 10:30 AM Post #227 |
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At first Sal was startled and then instantly annoyed with himself when Thomas first his hand out of the grip he’d had around the brunet’s wrist. He hadn’t meant to actually take a hold of the man, it’d just happened amidst the pleasure and excitement bouncing around inside of him. Idiot. He’d probably gone and messed the entire lighthearted, bantering mood between them now with that little error. He didn’t have much room or time to berate himself though, because the next second Thomas’ hand was back and sliding into his. Surprised, he looked at the other man, finding him smiling a bit. Sal returned it, letting Thomas lead him by the hand a moment before falling into step beside him. Hand holding. Well, that was new. And really nice, actually. Sal liked that fact that it kept them relatively close, and how the space between their palms heated up warm and snug. He held on for as long as he could. Pawing around here and there, Sal walked the area with Thomas with a smile on his face. It was a bit crowded and at times a little on the noisy side, but it was fun. Lots of fun. He looked over knickknacks and trinkets, imported fabrics and clothing, toys, intricate and beautiful Venetian masks and glass items. In the antique store, he read over book spines and paintings while Thomas released his hand to fuss over the collection of books being sold. There was a large, beautifully carve chest of walnut that caught the blond’s eye, as well as a pair of white-painted, little tables with gold accents all around and a huge blue rug that he was certain would swallow his living room whole. When they exited the antique shop, Sal eyed the book in the Brit’s hands curiously. He didn’t even have to ask about it, because Thomas was almost immediately sharing about it anyway. The Betrothed… something Sal had never heard of, by a guy he knew equally nothing about. It was old though and Thomas was pleased by the find, so it must have been pretty good. Eagerly following Thomas into the bakery, Sal released a deep, rumbling sound from his chest. He covered both of Thomas’ shoulders with his palms and gave a squeeze and little shake, grinning broadly. “Yes. I very much think we should.” Releasing the brunet with a last little squeeze, Sal went right to work deciding what would be the best for him to get amongst the vast selection Ferrara’s provided. There were classic, sweet Cannoli, hundreds of different types of cookies and small little bite-sized pastries, pies and muffins. Cakes of every type and size, candies and breads, sweet and warm. Everywhere you looked in the place there was something there to hook your sweet tooth and pull. In the end, Sal ended up with a box branded with the Ferrara logo and name and filled it with his favorites, as well as things he wanted Thomas to try. When he was done and had paid, he lifted the lid to show off his finds to the brunet – lemony cakes and braided dough covered in caramel, raisin filled, fruitcake-like slices, a few small tarts that were filled with fruity fillings, two cannoli, and a few other little odds and ends things. “Got us enough to last the week,” he boasted with a smile and dipped into the box, braking off a chuck of something inside. “Gotta hold off on a lot of it until breakfast, but for now… you gotta try this.” Between his fingers he held a bite-sized piece from the hunk of Torrone he’d bought. He held it out to the brunet, “Its all honey, almonds, sugar and egg white. Nougaty. And, it’s supposed to be low on fat or somethin’, so you don’t have to worry about losin’ your figure.” He chuckled, teasing, and urged the other man to try the morsel of white Italian candy, “I promise you, you’ll love it.” ((Ferrara's catalog on their website made me wish I was in NYC. Like crazy, I want some sweets now!)) |
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| passionflower | Apr 20 2010, 01:17 PM Post #228 |
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Thomas watched with a smile as Sal was pretty mesmerized by all the desserts, pastries and baked goods. He'd have to admit, it was quite the tempting sight. Thomas tended to deny himself such little pleasures in life, for the sake of health. In contrast, perhaps Sal indulged himself a bit more than a person should. Maybe in turn they'd end up helping one another find a better balance... They left with quite the bounty. Thomas smiled as Sal seemed quite content with his newly acquired sugary treasures, though he was surprised as he broke off a chunk of one of the sweets. He stopped walking to look at the piece of offered candy in the blond's fingers. He was fine with trying it, though he was at a bit of a conundrum. Pluck it from Sal's fingers and get his own dirty? ... Or take it directly from the blond's grip, hands free. Glancing from the sweet up to Sal's insistent face, Thomas looked back down to the offered Torrone, and he leaned in. His teeth sunk into the piece, as he took it from his hand. A hint of a playful grin turned up the corners of his mouth as he pulled the candy into his mouth. The light, sweet flavor burst over his tongue. And a content smile lifted to his face a long with a hum of approval. Thomas chewed slowly, as he enjoyed the piece of candy thoroughly, then finally swallowed. Green eyes opened as he looked up at Sal again. "I can't say I've tried that before. What's it called?" he asked. He actually wanted another piece... but... he wasn't about to ask. Even if it was low in calories, he didn't want to spoil his dinner. Such a disciplined young man, Thomas was. |
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| onyx | Apr 20 2010, 01:46 PM Post #229 |
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Sal watched with a flutter in his stomach as Thomas took the offered morsel right from his hand. Maybe he was reading too much in to it, but he liked the idea of Thomas being able to do that because he was comfortable enough with him to do it. Didn’t seem to Sal like someone would eat something from someone else’s fingers if they weren’t comfortable with that person on some level. How far that comfort went, he had no idea and he wasn’t going to think about it. It’d be best not to. He’d discovered a pattern with him; that thinking about something too much or too hard often led to trouble. He brushed his fingers together once Thomas had taken the bite from them, dusting off the pads of any clinging traces of the soft, chewy candy. Blue eyes watched the brunet partake and enjoy, the blond cracking a smile at the hum of approval from the other. He closed up the box and tucked it under his arm, pleased with his success. “It’s called Torrone,” Sal explained for the brunet. “It was one of our favorite things about Christmas, me and Paul. Pop would make big tablets of it every year around the holidays and we’d all just pig-out on it the whole month of December.” He gestured back at the bakery, “They had all different sorts of it in there. Flavored with like lemon and orange and stuff. It’s probably all good, but the original is the best.” He patted the box under his arm fondly. He didn’t reach out for Thomas’ hand again when they started walking once more; he was actually kind of afraid to. His fingers were still tingling from where they’d come into slight and brief contact with the brunet’s lips. And that just made him think about the little kisses he’d stolen on the couch all those nights ago. It all just made his mind race and he didn’t completely trust himself to remain cool and collected about it if he slid his hand into the Brit’s and was allowed to keep it there again. “So, should we go find you that Chinese dress now?” He asked cheekily, slanting a look at the other man. “I’m serious, I bet you’d look great in it.” He chuckled, clearly teasing, but… well, if he thought about it (which he still was forbidding himself to do), Thomas in a dress wasn’t so vile an idea. It touched on deeper, twisted fantasies then Sal was prepared to venture into just right now, but… well, he could see how the idea could be appealing. Not that he wanted the man in a dress or anything. Thomas was a man and Sal liked that he was a man. It wasn’t about that. It… he didn’t know what it was about. He just gave his head a firm shake and forced himself to stop thinking about it. It was ridiculous and absurd and truly, would get him nothing but trouble. |
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| passionflower | Apr 20 2010, 02:04 PM Post #230 |
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"Torrone..." he repeated the name of the sweet. He couldn't help but lick his lips, though another warm smile returned to his face as Sal informed him that it was memory from childhood. A Christmas specialty. Him and Paul would enjoy it in December. Thomas felt warmed at that. Just another little tid bit about the man he had lost. And... something new about Sal. "You should sell some at your future restaurant in December," he mused softly. Their hands remained unlinked. Thomas honestly didn't think about it. Though if the blond had picked up his hand he wouldn't have declined. As they worked their way through the crowds though, when the brunet couldn't grab the man's hand, he lunged and caught the end of his leather jacket. He pinched it between his fingers, to keep hold of Sal as they made their way through the bustling streets. Green eyes flicked up to Sal as the blond teased him once more about getting a Chinese dress. It caused Thomas to quirk a brow. "Did you ever stop to think perhaps you're trying to vicariously live through me by pushing me into a dress? How about instead we get you one," he smirked as he slipped past another few people, and soon was walking beside the blond. Chinatown was right on the heels of Little Italy, in fact the growing Asian 'city' had been gobbling up the Italian province over the years. It was bustling too. Booming with markets, Chinese signs and banners, plenty of Chinese restaurants and gift shops, and other odds and ends. Thomas smirked a bit to himself. "New York, one of the few places you can walk a few blocks and see the world," he chuckled quietly. As it turned they came upon a small clothing store. It seemed to specialize in tailoring as well as imported silks and attire. Thomas stole a glance in Sal's direction, then smiled and headed inside. Maybe not a dress... but something else of the silken variety would be nice. Though he honestly wasn't quite sure when he'd wear such a shirt or outfit in his daily life. But this was all for fun anyways. And fun didn't need a purpose. |
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| onyx | Apr 20 2010, 02:21 PM Post #231 |
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The slight tug at his back when Thomas grabbed his jacket was just another small thing that brought a smile to Sal’s face. For no good reason either, other than that he knew it was Thomas holding on to him. He snorted and tossed a look at the brunet when his teasing backfired and was turned back on him. Too clever for his own good, that’s what Thomas was. The stark difference between one street and the next as Italy dissolved into China was a bit off a shock to the system. But a good one. Just like in Little Italy, smells of all kinds assaulted the senses from all directions and people were everywhere – tourists and locals alike, hustling and bustling from one stall to the next and in and out between shops. When Thomas went for the clothing store, Sal couldn’t help the chuckle. Despite all the teasing, the brunet really did seem interested in the silk garments. Not a dress, of course. Sal went in behind him, box of sweets under his arm and eyes roving the selections of brightly colored silks for sale. Thomas probably would look good in these… very refined looking, rich in color and style. Himself, however, Sal was reluctant about it. He’d probably look silly. It stop him from looking though, pawing through shirts with high necks and clasps. Ornate buttons made of cording. Some of the clothes looked cheesier than others, but some of them were really very nice looking. He passed his fingers over material, feeling the cool slide of silk under the pads… he’d bet it’d feel nice too. “You should find something with green in it,” Sal suggested to the brunet, glancing over at him from a rack of shirts. “You look good in green. Your, you know… your eyes and all.” He shrugged, “I mean you’d look good in anything probably, but green…” He shook his head, scowling at himself a little. “Anyway. Green. Just my opinion, but yah.” |
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| passionflower | Apr 20 2010, 06:45 PM Post #232 |
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Thomas had already been browsing the racks and many elegant shirts and robes. He felt the soft material between his fingers. "Exquisite," he murmured to himself. Though as Sal suggested he get something with green in it, Thomas lifted his head to look at the blond. Sal went on, stammering a little, explaining why green was the ideal color for him. A hint of a bemused smile came to his lips. "Mm... never knew you noticed things like that. Eye colors and hues that looked good on people," he chuckled. "You should try wearing more blue, for your eyes. That color did wonders for Paul..." he smiled a little, then turned and went to go lose himself in the racks. Or maybe it'd be better if Sal stayed away from blue... if he further resembled Paul then, that would be bad wouldn't it? ... Oh well, the comment was already out there. A short while later, Sal would find that the brunet had seemingly vanished from the shop, that was till he felt a tap on his shoulder. Standing behind him was the brunet, dressed in a Chinese Hanfu robe. A pale green and tan in color. He smiled up to the blond as he turned around once. "... Might make a nice robe to lounge around in at home," he mused softly. His eyes flicked back up to meet Sal as he smiled to him once more. "What do you think?" The cut of the shoulders did bring out the broadness of brunet's upper body, masculine of course. Then the bands and sash about the middle pinched in his waist, showing off that 'figure' of his. And of course the green went well with his eyes... as Sal had figured it would. |
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| onyx | Apr 20 2010, 09:02 PM Post #233 |
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Sal shrugged; it wasn’t like he sat around determining ideal color choices for people. He just noticed it was Thomas. He’d noticed since day one, the way a green shirt or tie could make the brunet’s eyes go vibrant and sharp. Bright. When it was turned on him, Thomas suggesting he wear more blue… a funny feeling curled in the pit of Sal’s stomach. Paul had looked good in blue, Thomas said so at least, so since they were twins Sal must look nice in it too. Right? Sure, seemed like a reasonable assumption to make, but… Sal didn’t generally wear very much blue. He did, but it wasn’t a conscious choice he made when clothes shopping to go for the hue. If he started doing it, would that enhance him, or would it just make him look like Paul to Thomas? It was a strange little conundrum and Sal felt himself frowning a little over it. He didn’t want to look like Paul to Thomas. He wanted to look like Salvatore. It was kind of a difficult thing to pull off though, since he and Paul were identical. He’d always look like Paul and Paul would always look like him, minor discrepancies aside. But for the first time, Sal felt his body protest the reality. He didn’t want to look like Paul to Thomas. His fingers immediately left a blue shirt he’d been looking over. None of that. Maybe he’d stop wearing blue altogether – just toss out every shirt in the color he owned when he got home. A tap on his shoulder pulled a curious glance over the shoulder from Sal, who’d been a little preoccupied fretting over who he actually was to Thomas to honestly realize the brunet had disappeared for a bit. His brows lifted up high over his eyes when he found the object of his thoughts right behind him, no longer in his classy slacks and sweater around his shoulders but instead decked out in a full robe. Sal took a step back as Thomas showed the garment off to him. And really… wow. He’d been right about the green thing, for sure. And the fit of the robe on the other man’s body wasn’t hindering anything at all. Sal traced the line of Thomas’ shoulders with his eyes, down the trim waistline. The sleeves hide his arms more than Sal would have liked, knowing for a fact that the brunet had himself a nice pair of arms, but even that looked good on him. And he particularly liked the way the fabric and fold of the robe brought out the shape of the man’s chest and back – made Sal’s hands itch to reach out and smooth his palms up and down both, wanting to feel what the garment was highlighting so well. Realizing he was staring, Sal cleared his throat and forced himself to meet the other’s eyes. His mouth pinched in amused teasing, “Told you we’d get you in a dress today.” He chuckled, kiddingly calling what was clearly a robe a dress. He reached out, carefully controlling himself as he did, and allowed himself to rub his thumb and fingers against one of Thomas’ arms, just above his elbow – playing at feeling the fabric, even though it was actually just because he wanted to touch the man. “Seriously though…” he nodded. “I like it. Looks good on you.” He cracked another smile, reluctantly pulling his hand back when he knew leaving it there any longer would come across as strange. “If you don’t buy it, I’m buyin’ it for you. You look good in it.” |
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| passionflower | Apr 20 2010, 10:31 PM Post #234 |
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Thomas felt the blond's eyes move up and down his body. The visual caress actually had his body warming from the inside out. Admired by the blond. Did he like what he saw? ... Thomas hoped so, though he knew he really shouldn't care. Though he'd always liked to look nice for Paul... But this was Sal, not Paul. He rolled his eyes visually as Sal called the robe a dress. Probably to Sal's surprise, the Brit rolled up one long sleeves, revealed his long bare arm, and he gave him a little swat upside the head. Nothing painful, just more of a mocking gesture. "You wanna see a real Chinese dress? Let's go get you one to try on," he smirked. Ah but the teasing moment passed, and Thomas felt his chest swell as Sal told him the robe looked good on him. He looked to the price tag hanging off one of the sleeves. "... It's $169." he mused softly. A bit pricey, but it was a long robe, and of nice material. He glanced up as Sal insisted he'd buy it for him if the brunet wasn't going to. "I'll buy it. Save your money for your own dress," he smirked, but winked, then turned and headed back toward one of the dressing rooms. That was, till he paused, and plucked a piece of fabric from one of the wracks. His eyes brightened and he glanced to Sal. "Come here, I got something I want you to try on," he grinned. When Sal approached, Thomas draped a blue Kung Fu vest over the blond's arm and gave him a nudge to the dressing room. He smiled up at him encouragingly. |
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| onyx | Apr 20 2010, 10:51 PM Post #235 |
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Sal gave a mock squawk of alarm as he was swatted upside the head, huffing laughter through his nose and grinning. He rolled his eyes over the continued dress teasing, “Whatever. You’re the one so concerned with his nonexistent weight problem. Sounds to me like you’re the more better suited for the dress.” He gave the brunet a playful little shove at the shoulder and shook his head, feeling that fluttery feeling in his stomach again over the way Thomas had winked at him. He crossed his arms and leant against a beam in the store when Thomas turned to go take off the robe and put his own clothes back on. Content to just watch him and wait, Sal arched a brow when he was beckoned over. He complied, soon finding himself with a vest over his arm and being urged into a dressing room stall to try it on. “Alright, alright, jeez. Pushy much?” He groused good naturedly, making a face at the brunet before disappearing behind the door. The smile on his face fell once he was in the stall and out of sight, lifting up the vest in front of him. Blue. He made another face, for real this time, frowning at the material and corded closures up the front. He’d just gotten done vowing to stay away from the color… but, Thomas was waiting. And Thomas wanted to see it on him. And he’d be a huge liar if he tried to say he didn’t want the attention from the brunet. So, with a quiet sigh, Sal slipped out of his jacket and yanked his shirt up off his body. He just hoped he was still Sal to the brunet when he went back out in the specific color. Well, he’d been right about the cool fabric feeling good against his skin. The fit of the vest was pretty spot on too, cut off sleeves framing his arms and hugging his shoulders as well as his torso. Sal stepped out of the stall in the vest, fingers finishing fastening the button at his throat as he did. Once out, he sought out Thomas and extended his arms out to the side when he saw him, glancing between the brunet and down at himself. A little hesitant, but curious, Sal arched a wondering brow and smoothed a palm down his chest. “So?” |
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| passionflower | Apr 20 2010, 11:04 PM Post #236 |
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Thomas watched as Sal closed the door. He smiled to himself and then paced a bit, back and forth outside the dressing room. Blue. A light blue, but he had a feeling it would look good on the blond. Bring out his eyes, and look nice on him over all. Just as it had for Paul... As the Brit waited (when pacing got a bit tiresome), he busied himself with looking at some of the other clothes still on the racks... including a Chinese dress or two. Hm... nope. He might have been gay and a man of refined tastes, but a dress was definitely not him. He glanced back to the stall, as he watched the blond's feet move a bit through the small space under the door. A wise man once said all jokes held a kernel of truth. Did Sal really wanna see him in a dress? The brunet's brows furrowed. Okay no. Why was he even thinking along this train of thought? It'd be humiliating and... he wouldn't be comfortable and... why would he even go out on such a limb for Sal? He'd probably end up getting laughed at. Forget it, forget it, he groused mentally to himself, and dropped his hold on the fabric. A little sigh escaped him as he looked away. Though a few moments later he stole another glance at the dress. Green in color... His attention was quickly grabbed again though, as Sal opened up the stall door. A bright smile came over Thomas' lips as he looked the tall blond up and down. He'd been right, the blue did work for him. And the cut of the vest was casual enough to work with Sal's laid back persona, and of course showed off his nice arms. Thomas circled him as he eyed the other man up and down. "It looks fantastic on you," he grinned. "Knew blue would be your color," he added with a chuckle. He came back to the front of Sal as he looked him up and down, then found the blue eyes with his green. "Maybe you should take up martial arts. It looks like you'd wear the clothing for the sport well," he chuckled. Before he could help himself, he'd lifted a hand, and his fingers lightly played over some of the frog buttons at the front. One came undone, accidentally, and the Brit's eyes widened momentarily. "Ah... sorry..." he apologized quickly, and re-buttoned the one rebellious clasp. He cleared his throat, as his eyes flicked back up to Sal's. He dropped his hand, and smiled again. "Think you'll buy it?" he asked. |
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| onyx | Apr 20 2010, 11:28 PM Post #237 |
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Despite his hesitance and uncertainty with the situation, Sal still found himself grinning over the praise. He bowed his head and gave himself another look at while Thomas circled him, feeling himself go warm in his stomach and chest with the other man’s eyes so focused on him. It felt good and he lifted his head and eyes to meet Thomas’ when the man came back around in front of him. “Yah? Think so?” Maybe he’d rethink the blue thing… maybe. He snorted softly when martial arts were suggested, Sal letting his arms drop to his sides as he chuckled. “Ninja pizza flipper. Sounds like a cheap movie,” he shook his head. He’d never thought about doing something like that, he’d always been a soccer guy. His mind abandoned the idea before he could really think about it, turning in favor of Thomas’ hands on his chest. Just touching and fiddling with the buttons, sure, but Sal could feel the heat of his palms even through the silk fabric. The light pressure of fingers tightened his lungs, warmth unfurling in his stomach once more. A button came loose and for a brief second, Sal felt the actual skin of a finger tip against the skin of his chest and… well he only just bit back a sigh of pleasure, the point of contact tingling. An apology was swiftly spoken, but Sal hardly heard it. He wasn’t very interested in it anyway – nothing to apologize for in his opinion. He’d liked it a little too much for an apology to mean very much. Too bad it couldn’t have lasted, or been on a grander scale… The blond stood still while Thomas re-buttoned the vest for him, eyes on the other man’s face the entire time. Just looking at him. It sucked… he was right there in front of him, close, and he wasn’t allowed to touch. Not really, not like he’d like to. It made him think of being a kid, his Pop telling him not to mess with something on the stove, and warning punishment if he did, only this felt ten times more tempting and a thousand times harder to obey. He managed though. Somehow. Clearing his throat, he tilted his head and glanced down at the vest he again. His brow twitched, “I dunno. No idea what I’d wear it for, but… yah. I think I will.” He shrugged, “You say it looks good and this is a vacation for me. Your supposed to buy stuff like this on vacation, right?” He fished around for a price tag, finding it hanging off the side under his arm. $60 wasn’t so bad, so all the more reason to just go ahead and get it. He liked the feel of it and even though the color unsettled him a little, it was apparently ‘his color’ according to Thomas. Of course, that also meant it was Paul’s color, but he only felt weird about it if he thought about it. So he didn’t think about it and just ducked back inside the dressing stall to change back out of the vest and into his own clothes again. |
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| passionflower | Apr 20 2010, 11:44 PM Post #238 |
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Thomas smirked at the ninja pizza flipper comment. "But think of all the publicity you could get away with at 'Salvatore's'. You could put on ninja pizza twirling shows while people were lined up out the door to watch and then eat your amazing pizza," he chuckled a bit. Maybe it was a silly idea. But it was still amusing in Thomas' head. The Brit was thankful that the little mishap with the button was forgotten quickly. Or at least seemed to be. He wouldn't have guessed that Sal was quite content with what had happened. In fact almost wanted more to have come undone. And... Thomas actually wouldn't have been to opposed to see the blond shirtless again. He'd gotten a glimpse, a few days prior when they'd changed clothes to make pizza. But he'd not seen that much of the blond since then. And he hadn't had a really good look. He'd been much to embarrassed to look too long. Thomas smiled a little more as Sal seemed fine with buying it. "Yup, vacation. People do things they wouldn't do normally on vacation," he chuckled. Though as he watched Sal retreat to the dressing room, he found himself oddly drawn to the door. He'd almost been tempted to step inside with him. Help him get the vest off... And then get him dressed again. But... No. Where had that idea even come from? ... His eyes softened as he watched the door closed. His gaze flicked off to the side as his arms folded across his chest. Hm... he'd recalled many a time he and Paul got dressed together. Helping with ties and buttons. Not that either of them didn't know how to get dressed, but it was just a sweet intimate gesture on their part's. But the man in that stall right now was Sal, not Paul. His dead lover's brother. Pseudo family at best. Not a romantic partner. He glanced up as Sal came back out in his casual duds. He spared the blond a half smile. "I'll be out in a few minutes," he informed as he slipped inside and closed the door behind him. He looked at his reflection int he full length mirror in the dressing room. Dressing rooms could be quite the intimate places when used 'appropriately'. Thomas blushed a little to himself, as more memories returned. He knew this little detail quite well. But he had no Paul to invite in with him. Just the dead man's brother, standing outside. He let out a soft sigh of air as he looked down at his body in the green robe. His chest hurt... |
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| onyx | Apr 21 2010, 12:08 AM Post #239 |
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Unbeknownst to Thomas, had the brunet come in along with him, Sal wouldn’t have protested at all. It’d have surprised the hell out of him, but he certainly wouldn’t have turned the man away. As it were though, the idea didn’t even cross the blond’s mind as he stood in the stall and worked buttons open down the vest. That it crossed Thomas’ would have been a bit of a shocker to Sal; the brunet was so proper and he’d gone red-faced that time Sal’d changed in front of him in his room… it was hard to imagine the man in a setting like that. He swapped places with Thomas once he was changed, letting the man go into the stall while he waited outside of it. The vest was draped over his arm, box of sweets in his hand, and he scanned the racks of clothes nearby without any real aim or purpose. After a little bit, he glanced over at the stall; he could see Thomas’ feet through the space under the door. That small point on his chest was still tingling. He could only imagine how it would feel if the brunet had actually put his hands on him, touched him. Sal bit his lip as he stared at the closed door. It was never going to happen. Thomas had made that pretty loud and clear in Salvatore’s after his slip up while making pizza. As fun as this trip was, he hadn’t realized until right then just how torturous it might be for him. They were going to be sharing a room, staying together in close proximity, sleeping in beds a few feet apart from one another. It was a nice hotel room, but it was THAT big. They were going to be living out of the same space, changing, bathing… this could get pretty hard, pretty quickly. “You ok?” He asked after a little while when Thomas still hadn’t come out. He took a step towards the door, eyes on the knob as he frowned a little, “Need some help or somethin’?” Maybe the robe was more complicated than it looked? |
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| passionflower | Apr 21 2010, 12:26 AM Post #240 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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The Brit had soon gone about working open the robe. Untying sashes, working off the material. He worked carefully, as he didn't want to tear any of the soft material. Especially since he was going to be buying it. And buying a ripped robe for 170 dollars would kind of... suck for lack of a better word. The fabric fell open in front once he got the sashes undone. He glanced to his reflection in the mirror, with his chest bare. Nothing on under neath except his white briefs, and the robe still hanging on his shoulders. Too bad Paul would never get to see... He slid the fabric on down his arms, and went about slowly folding it. Still in his underwear, the brunet jolted as he heard Sal at the door. Although there was a door blocking them from seeing one another he still felt vulnerable, standing there in nothing but his undies. His hands instinctively seemed to slide down to hide himself. "Ah... I'm almost done. Sorry. You may as well go buy the vest. By the time you're done I'll be out..." Thomas suggested. He turned his attention back to his dress shirt and slacks. Up the slacks went. He then buckled his belt comfortably about his middle. His shirt followed, and his fingers worked up the buttons, from his navel up to his throat. He paused at the last two and looked at his reflection again. His hands slowly lowered. He could leave those unbuttoned. The Brit was about to go about tucking in his shirt, when he stopped that too. Sal was in casual attire. Would it really kill him to be more casual too? He tugged the sweater back around his neck, tied it, then looked himself up and down once. With the robe folded over his arm, he opened up the door and headed out. Soon enough he joined Sal at the cashier's counter. He tugged his wallet from his pocket and pulled out his debit card. He avoided credit cards if he could help it... The transaction was fast, and the woman at the counter went about properly folding up his robe and putting it into a bag. He took it, took his car, and spared her a smile. "Xie xie," he spoke. The woman giggled and he smiled, then glanced to Sal and tipped his head to the door. He headed back out to the street. |
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