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| passionflower | Jun 28 2010, 11:27 PM Post #331 |
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The brunet was a bit startled by Sal's question. Sudden, strange and... perhaps a bit personal. But he swallowed down the surprise in his eyes and gave a little nod. "Mm... I'm that obvious huh?" he chuckled uneasily. He licked his lips then and gave a little sigh. "... It's rough," he managed. "I mean... I know you're Sal. You don't act like Paul at all. And... and sure you have similar faces but... everything else is so different." he murmured. "Ah.... not that different is bad," he added. "It's.. good I think. If you two were nearly identical in personality and likes I don't know what I'd do," he chuckled then, though there was still a faint tension in his voice. He cleared his throat then. "It's difficult since... I do forget sometimes. There were certain ways I behaved with your brother. And... I can't... be like that with you. I shouldn't," he managed, though it felt like there was a rather nasty lump forming in his throat. Turning the attention from himself to Sal, he dared to speak further on their strange little subject. "... What about you? ... Must feel awkward, huh? ... when I do those stupid things," he murmured. He could only assume that anyway. Truly, if he tried to imagine all of the odd times he'd likely put Sal into, he felt... bad for the other man. "... Sorry, also." he added. "I don't try to do it." he informed. Didn't try to do it, didn't mean he didn't... enjoy it sometimes though. Well more than sometimes... |
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| onyx | Jun 28 2010, 11:58 PM Post #332 |
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Sal shrugged, aware of the pinch he’d put Thomas in, but part of him unconcerned that he’d done it. What Thomas said made sense, was the practical, responsible way to look at the situation. But that didn’t mean it didn’t sting a little as Sal thought the brunet’s answers through. “Awkward… kinda, I guess. But only when I know. That you’re seeing him, I mean. And they’re not stupid…” he huffed a breath, trying to make the words form the way he wanted them to. “The things you do when you slip aren’t stupid. And I know you don’t mean to… I’d actually… you know, it’s…” Sal sighed long and heavily, pulling them to a stop on the sidewalk in an attempt to collect his thoughts. He kept his hand on Thomas’ shoulder, eyes on the sidewalk. He struggled, unsure what to do or say, or if he should say anything at all. Truly, this was his most opportune chance to say something if he was ever going to… “You told me… you told Paul that you loved him. Last night. It was me, but you…” he shrugged, glancing up at Thomas. “It’s ok, you know. I get the confusion, and the alcohol didn’t help. Just…” He huffed a laugh, the humor in it shaky. “It sucks, yah know? ‘Cause I’d like…” He hesitated again, unsure once more. Swallowing, he licked his lips and let his thumb drag at the brunet’s shoulder again, allowing it to linger and slide up a bit higher on the man’s neck. He glanced over at Thomas, blue eyes shier than Thomas might have thought possible of a man like Sal. “It would’ve been… if you’d do some ‘stupid’ stuff and see me,” he cleared his throat, aware of the mistake he might be making. “ Well, I wouldn’t mind it, you know? I’d… I’d kinda like it.” |
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| passionflower | Jun 29 2010, 04:01 AM Post #333 |
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Thomas felt a hint of a smile tweak one corner of his lips. Okay maybe the stuff wasn't stupid. Maybe he'd just thought Sal would think of them as stupid since... Sal never really did stuff like that. Cutsy, lovey-dovey stuff... that Thomas did. Sal had no real reason to do it. For all he knew maybe he found such behavior to be asinine. But no, he'd insisted it wasn't stupid things, the times Thomas slipped. And that made him feel a little better. Though as they came to a stop in the midst of the sidewalk, Thomas felt an inkling of unease fill his stomach again. The hand on his shoulder remained, as his green eyes flicked up to watch what was happening upon Sal's face. Eyes forced away, to the ground, searching for an answer in the cement it seemed like. Though Thomas' normally calm eyes widened profusely. He'd blathered to Sal that he loved him? Not him him, but... Paul. He still loved Paul. Thought Sal had been Paul, while he was drunk. His dark brows furrowed profusely then as he lifted one of his hands and covered his mouth. "Shite... I'm... I'm real sorry. I can't even remember..." he whispered. Green eyes managed to lift back to Sal's face. The warm hand of the other man, the hands of someone who worked with his hands on a daily basis, skimmed up his shoulder and gently up his neck a ways. Thomas felt his chest tighten. I'd kinda like it. Thomas was silent for a few beats as it took himself a little bit of processing to fully grasp that statement. Sal wouldn't mind if Thomas behaved with him as if he were his lover. If he saw Sal, and not Paul anyway. Hell, not just 'wouldn't mind it', he said he'd 'kinda like it'. Green eyes looked up at those pure blues. Shy blues at the moment. Sal had taken a bit of a leap of faith by telling him those words. And already, an interesting chain of thoughts were forming in Thomas' mind. Sal as his lover. They very idea surprisingly had his pulse hiking up a few notches. He wouldn't be alone. And sure he wasn't exactly like Paul but he looked like him. And... The green eyes of the Brit softened then, and flicked off to the side. He was already making leaps and bounds of his own, in terms to coming to grips with Paul's passing. He'd been feeling better since meeting Sal, since coming to New York. But it appeared there was a new obstacle in his path: seeing Sal as Sal and not his brother. It would explain a lot though, the brunet began to realize. Why he felt so content to handhold, to spend time with Sal, in his arms or close to his person anywhere and everywhere, to drink and tease the other man, to think about him so often. It wasn't an attraction to Sal. It had to be because he saw him as Paul, despite all his attempts to tell himself he was wrong for seeing him as such. It would be so easy too. All of his slip ups pointed to how easy it would be to take Sal, make him his. Simply because of the face he wore. If not for that... would he really feel this way? Couldn't be... Thomas swiped his tongue across his lips nervously. He'd been silent long enough... right? "I'm sorry for what probably feels a little like leading you on. I didn't mean to... I just..." Thomas stumbled over his words, despite his attempts to handle this logically. His brows furrowed. "... I'll keep what you said in mind." he added quietly. One of his hands lifted, to rub up and down along his own upper arm almost sheepishly. He glanced off to the side, eyes focusing on the blades of grass idly. "... Whenever I learn that you're you and not Paul. Then maybe we could..." his voice drifted. We could what? He gave his head a shake. He dared to glance back up to that familiar yet very new face. Sadness had filled the brunet's eyes. Frustration and stress. His hands clenched at his sides and he eased out of Sal's grip as he turned from him and looked out over the sidewalk. "I think I've had my fill of the park..." he murmured. "Let's head back to the hotel to cool our heels a bit?" he suggested. Anything to move off that subject. He felt weary and drained all the sudden... |
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| onyx | Jun 29 2010, 11:47 AM Post #334 |
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The silence was a death sentence. Sal was pretty sure of that. His stomach sank lower and lower the long Thomas remained mute. The blond felt sick, aware now more than ever why he didn’t do this confession of emotions thing, why he avoided emotions beyond lust all together. Thomas was thinking long and hard about what he’d gone and said and Sal’s inner self-conscious, doubting demons swarmed within him. He wasn’t Paul and Paul was the sort of man Thomas wanted. There was no way in hell he’d be good enough for someone like Thomas. At this point, he wished he could take it all back. Because at this point, he saw himself losing even the friendship he’d developed with the brunet. Once Thomas finally started taking again, Sal’s anxiety calmed enough that he wasn’t about to hurl up his hot dog into the grass along central park’s pathways. But he didn’t feel too much better. I’ll keep what you said in mind. It wasn’t right out refusal, but it might as well have been as far as Sal was concerned. It was just nice, caring Thomas’ way of rejecting, attempting to do so with as little hurting as possible. Unfortunately, Sal didn’t much buy the “maybe when”. He wasn’t Paul and even if Thomas learned to see him and not his lost lover, it still wouldn’t work because Thomas wanted guys like Paul – smart, conservative, respectful, thoughtful… he wanted the doctor, the debate team champ. The collared polo wearing, styled, clean shaven sophisticate. And Sal… he was just Salvatore, the gruff, pizza flipping, smoking, swearing Italian. He was so completely outside the box Thomas was living in that he couldn’t even see the damn box. “Sure,” he nodded, squinting up the pathway ahead of them. He didn’t fight when Thomas turned out of his hold, though he hated himself a little bit for it because he knew it was his fault that Thomas wasn’t comfortable with his hands on him anymore. He regretted not bringing his smokes with him now, because he was so high strung at this point that he’d kill for one. Turning, he headed back in the direction of the subway, keeping his distance from the man beside him and digging his hands in to the pockets of his jeans as far as they’d go. He felt like a fool, angry at himself for opening his fat mouth, but part of him was mad at Thomas too. And even Paul. Why the hell did Paul have to be so damn special? And he hated himself even more just for thinking something like that about the deceased man. |
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| passionflower | Jun 29 2010, 12:08 PM Post #335 |
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The topic was relinquished. Yet even as it was, Thomas felt a strange sort of disappointment in his belly. Though what the hell had he been expecting Sal to do? He watched the blond turn away and begin heading back to the subway. A little sigh escaped the Brit then as he felt the tinge of a headache coming on, right between the eyes. He rubbed a little at the bridge of his nose as he followed after Sal. He's essentially shot the blond down, in the nicest way possible. Shot him down after what seemed like a lot of work to even tell him what he felt. Kinda felt anyway. As they walked, Thomas' eyes flicked along Sal's silhouette from behind. Broad shoulders, tall and clothed in comfortable street clothes. Thomas would have to be more mindful, from now on, about those slip ups. Not only did they make himself seem foolish, but what it was doing to Sal was wrong. In the end they only ended up hurting him, and maybe even hurting himself. It seems he'd been in New York a bit too long, and perhaps it was nearing time for him to make his departure, before... anything else regrettable happened. When they got to the subway, the two men walked onboard in silence. Seems the trains were getting a bit more crowded, as it was nearing rush hour. Thomas ended up standing near the door, a hand gripping one of the poles nearby. The subway swayed, a few people chatted, and Thomas felt himself growing a bit ill. He still had a few more days here, on this little sight seeing trek with Sal. And now things felt... odd. Much as they had that night at the pizzeria. Though Thomas had felt much better after he got some wine in him... The train came to a stop at their proper platform. Off they went and soon they were heading up the stairs to the ground level. The tall hotel was in sight. Thomas took the lead, though he didn't necessarily attempt to run away from Sal. Just kept up that faint bit of distance. Odd considering how damn close they'd been walking all that morning and even all yesterday. After unlocking the door and getting them into their hotel room, Thomas took a seat on the bed, took off his shoes, then surprisingly grabbed up their left over wine bottle from Lombardi's and a glass. "I'm going to take a bath," he informed, if Sal needed to know, then headed to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Maybe he just needed some time alone. And this was the closest he'd get while the two of them were sharing a hotel room. Thomas set the bottle and glass near the tub, and went about stripping down, a little more haphazard than he normally would have been. Soon the water was running and hot steam filled the room. |
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| onyx | Jun 29 2010, 12:31 PM Post #336 |
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Sal respected the distance and silence as they returned to their hotel room. Once inside, he also removed his shoes, though he did so standing at the foot of his bed. His jacket came off too, the bond chucking it onto the mattress without much thought. It left him in jeans and his simple, fitted shirt. Next on his list was to locate his smokes, which he did, closing his hand around the little pack as Thomas announced his intent and desire for a bath. The blond nodded quietly, turning a glance to watch Thomas retreat into the bathroom. A long, heavy sigh escaped him, brow twisting as he frowned. He’d really gone and fucked this all up… “Great goin’, dumbass,” he muttered to himself as he headed for the balcony. Stepping outside, Sal left the door a little ajar behind him and leant against the railing. Shaking out a white stick, the man it up and inhaled like his life depended on it, and in certain ways… it felt like it did. The flood of nicotine in his system took the edge off, calmed him enough, but didn’t easy him completely. Worries didn’t disappear, disappointment didn’t dim, and neither did the niggle of hurt or anger. He rubbed his thumb against his brow, smoothing over the hair there and digging his fingers into his hair and scrubbing against his skull. He wouldn’t be surprised if Thomas up and decided he wanted to end this trip early. If the brunet decided he needed to leave New York come morning… or even tonight. Go back to school, or home to England even. Sal hoped it was an overreacting thought, but he honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it happened. He really, really wished he’d just kept quiet… The problem was, though, that Thomas screwed him up. He felt things he normally wouldn’t, thought things he shouldn’t, wanted things he wasn’t supposed to want, said things… he shouldn’t say. The brunet had done something to him, scrambled him up. He should go out tonight and just find someone to release his tension with, someone who wouldn’t complicate things… it’s what Sal would do, should do. But the thought wasn’t even enjoyable anymore. Getting laid had lost its appeal, meaningless, anonymous sex didn’t sound like fun anymore. Thomas had done that to him. The Brit had ruined him. Changed parts of him, but didn’t want him. Maybe he should force himself to go out and find someone. Someone nothing like the man running a bath in the other room… return to himself, since this whole changing thing was in vain and ultimately wouldn’t help him any. |
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| passionflower | Jun 29 2010, 12:49 PM Post #337 |
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Thomas had settled into his bath. Already the hot water felt soothing to the muscles in his frame. He'd loosened up since getting back to the room. He let his head tip back, resting it on a folded towel while the heat soaked him through and through. Dazed green eyes looked up at the ceiling with little focus. After a while, the brunet sat up a bit and uncorked the bottle of wine. He poured a glass of it, set the bottle down, then went about picking up the glass. Yet as he lifted it to his lips he hesitated. He gazed upon the strong crimson liquid, sloshing around in the glass. He'd told Sal he loved him last night, because he'd been hitting the bottle. He almost wondered what other things he might have said or done with the alcohol in his system. Sal hadn't mentioned anything else. Was he simply sparing him the embarrassment? Or had nothing else really happened? Thomas wasn't sure now if he even wanted to know... But what he did know was that wine maybe wasn't the best thing to be drinking right then. Not after all the issues it seemed to cause. He set the glass down and let out a faint whining huff. Oh well... his liver would thank him too. And of course his med student mind would go that direction. Thomas scowled inwardly at himself. Now was not the time to be all scholarly... A little while more, and soon the Brit was stepping out of the tub. He dried off and drained the tub. The poured glass of wine remained untouched. He walked out of the bathroom in his towel. Green eyes lifted to spot Sal's familiar frame out on the balcony, likely having a smoke or having just finished one. Thomas sat on the edge of the bed as he went about digging out a pair of pajama bottoms. He tugged them up, though surprisingly left his upper body bare. He'd just... lounge around in these, he figured, till the two of them settled and decided on what to do for dinner. But for now this would do. A short while later, Sal would hear the sliding glass door open. Thomas stepped out, pulled it closed behind him, and approached the blond till he himself was leaning on the railing beside him. He didn't look at Sal, and instead had his eyes out on the streets and buildings below. "Mind if I try one? ..." he asked then. "I've never smoked a fag before. And despite how I blather on about them being bad for you, I suppose I am... curious," he admitted. He glanced over at Sal then, eyes looking over the blond's features. |
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| onyx | Jun 29 2010, 01:03 PM Post #338 |
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Sal did hear the door open behind him, but didn’t respond much to it. He just let Thomas do as he pleased and join him at the railing. He had to glance though, once the man was beside him, and was more than a little surprised to find the brunet in the state of undress he was in. Blue eyes wanted to linger, trace lines of muscle and bath damp skin, but he didn’t let them. He forced himself to look back out over the city and drag heavily on his half burned down cigarette. He frowned, arched a brow and turned a full look over at the other man when he asked him his question. Smoke a fag…? Oh. Oh, he meant the cigarette. Sal’s lips quirked in amusement and he gave his head a shake. “You British guys got the weirdest words for things…” He lifted his smoke from his lips and held it between his fingers for a moment, staring at the smoldering tip. He licked the taste of smoke and nicotine from his lips and shrugged, holding the stick out to the brunet. “Careful,” Sal warned as he passed the cigarette over. “First time can be a bitch. Don’t inhale too hard…” The blond crossed his arms on the railing in front of them once Thomas had taken the cigarette from his fingers. He watched the brunet, once more forcing himself to keeps his eyes up on the man’s face and not on his bare upper body. He couldn’t help but wonder why Thomas would come out to him looking like he did; the modest man hadn’t openly presented his body like this to him when he’d been comfortable with him. Seemed to Sal the man would be even more reserved and modest after what transpired between them in the park today… |
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| passionflower | Jun 29 2010, 01:15 PM Post #339 |
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"Mm... well I'm surprised you Americans call them 'cigarettes', considering how lazy you all seem when it comes to long words," he shot back playfully. "Suppose that's why the name gets shortened to 'cigs' a lot, huh?" he added. Green eyes flicked to the little half smoked cigarette being offered to him. Sal's lips had been on it, Thomas realized. None the less, he took it between his fingers, grabbing it by the filter. He looked upon the smoldering stick a moment or two, perhaps having second thoughts. Sal's warning to not inhale too hard graced his ears. None the less, he brought the filter to his lips and slowly took a breath, filling up his airway with the foreign smoke. Green eyes bulged then, as Thomas began to cough a little. He lowered the cigarette, and took a deep breath. Coughing fit in the past, he chuckled idly, and rubbed at the corner of his eye where it'd begun to tear from the sheer nasty first inhale of smoke. "Nm... Nope, can't quite see the appeal," he managed, and offered the stick back to Sal. His green eyes trailed over the blond's face then, till he was looking at his eyes. "... I know I might be opening up another awkward can of worms, but..." he began. "... Did I do anything else... last night? While drunk?" he asked quietly. He'd had faith in Sal, that the blond kept things under control. That he wouldn't take advantage. None the less that wouldn't exactly stop a drunk Thomas from making stupid advances, which he was getting more and more fearful that he maybe had attempted. Thomas went quiet then, as he waited for a response. And in those moments he took the time to once more observe the blond's features. His lovely eyes, strong jaw and cheek bones, as well as the plush plains of his lips. |
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| onyx | Jun 29 2010, 01:32 PM Post #340 |
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Sal chuckled as Thomas choked a bit on his first ever drag, watching the man’s green eyes water and sting. He shrugged when he took the stick back, “Yeah, well, it grows on ya…” He lifted it to his lips and pulled in, filling his lungs again with practiced ease and exhaling grey smoke. “Guess the appeal shows up differently when you’re a kid and tryin’ to be hot shit.” The teasing and laughter opened him up a bit, calmed him down in the ways his cigarette had failed to do. However, it was short lived and Sal felt the rising spirits in him nose-dive again when Thomas brought up the night before. He purposely continued to drag on his cigarette and averted his eyes forward again, shrugging at if nonchalant. “No. Well, I mean… no. Nothing major. You thought I was Paul. Told him you loved him and… you asked me, him… you wanted help getting ready for bed. That’s it though. You’d passed out by the time I got you in your pajamas,” Sal lied. “No big deal.” He couldn’t tell Thomas the truth. He really just couldn’t. He’d said too much today as it was… this would just make things worse. He had to edit the evening and keep the truth to himself. Turn it into a private dream, instead of the reality. |
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| passionflower | Jun 29 2010, 01:45 PM Post #341 |
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Thomas looked up at the other man. He watched his face, his eyes, as he spoke and gave him the 'details' of the night before. The brunet gave a nod and let out a slow relieved little sound from between faintly parted lips. "That's good then. Well, good compared to some of the things that could have happened..." he smiled faintly. He looked back to the streets below and watched the ant like cars scurry back and forth along the pavement. Lots of traffic in New York. The Brit was quiet for a while. The smell of the smoke was a tad irking, and yet he wasn't running back to the safe haven of the inside just yet. In a twisted sense, he was content there. The smoke served as a strong reminder that this was Sal he was with. No mistaking him for Paul right then. So even if it did smell less than appealing, Thomas found himself oddly relieved to have the second hand smoke gracing his own airways in those moments. Hm... Sal probably even tasted like smoke, if he were to kiss him. Brunet brows furrowed. Right, why was he even thinking about that? More curiosity perhaps? Arguably now would be the best time to find out. A kiss right then with Salvatore, would be truly kissing the other man. No way for Thomas to pretend he wasn't, the taste and scent was too strong otherwise. What better way to figure out if he actually felt anything for Sal, instead of the fact he seemed like a Paul replacement. Or maybe he was just losing it... Green eyes flicked down, to idly observe Sal's hands and arms that rested on the railing. Thomas took a slow breath then, let it out, and gently rested one of his hands ontop Sal's. Curious fingers wove between the blond's. He said nothing, though he glanced up to Sal's eyes a moment. Words couldn't seem to form very well in the brunet's mouth right then, though his gaze hovered downward, to rest upon the Italian's lips. |
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| onyx | Jun 29 2010, 02:02 PM Post #342 |
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The hand on his stilled Sal. He wasn’t sure what to make of it right away and ceased all movement, eyes stuck on the building across the street from their hotel and cigarette hovering just off his lips between his fingers. What was Thomas doing? What was he trying to do? Sal’s mind raced, trying to figure it out. And the conclusion he came to left a foul taste in his mouth even the smoke and nicotine couldn’t mask. He cleared his throat, dropping his eyes to Thomas’ hand over his. His other hand lowered also, heel of his hand braced on the railing and cigarette smoking between his fingers. His fingers shifted between Thomas’, but he didn’t try to shake the man off. It felt good, after all. Glancing up to the brunet’s face, Sal noted the direction of his gaze. Thomas was looking at his mouth in a way that was unmistakable. The kind of look Sal knew from experience tended to end in a kiss. The blond’s pulse jumped in want, excitement and sinking disappointment all at once. “I’m not Paul,” he reminded quietly between them. He had to. If Thomas was thinking along lines of him looking like Paul and confusing them again… Sal couldn’t allow even a touch of hands or a look to continue. He’d have to break away from the other man and probably leave the hotel for a while. He couldn’t make a game out of it, couldn’t play along if Thomas wasn’t thinking right. He focused on the other man’s eyes, giving a squeeze to the fingers between his. He sighed and gave the man a sorry, regretful look. “I would be, if I could. But I’m not. Sorry.” Swallowing, Sal stubbed out the last of his cigarette against the rail and flicked it off the edge of the balcony. A quiet disappointment and sadness closed up his face. Thomas would come to his sense now that he’d reminded the man who he actually was… and it really sucked. |
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| passionflower | Jun 29 2010, 02:18 PM Post #343 |
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I'm not Paul. Thomas' eyes rose back up, to look Sal in the eye. Kind of a funny sentence, if this had been a normal romantic setting. But their particular situation did call for such reminders. And Thomas understood that. He knew well right then at the other man wasn't Paul. Thomas wasn't drunk, he smelled the smoke, could see his dead fiancee's twin brother right then. Even if they did share the same face... When Sal was finished what he had to say on the matter, Thomas slowly leaned toward him, just a bit. His free hand lifted then, to softly cup the side of Sal's jaw. Faint stubble graced his palm, something he'd never really get from touching Paul's face. His thumb dared to stroke slowly over Sal's lower lip, green eyes lingering all the while on the man beside him. "I know," he finally murmured. "I know you're not Paul," his voice lowered into almost a whisper. The Brit's eyes closed, and then he tipped his own chin up, as his mouth brushed to Sal's. Warm lips, soft much like Paul's. But the taste was nothing like his dead lover. Strong and pungent from the tobacco. He lingered as long as he dared think he could get away with such a stunt, before easing back a bit. The Brit then swiped his tongue over his own lips, remarking on how the strong flavor of Sal's mouth remained upon them. He didn't pull away from the blond's presence. Though his green eyes opened then, softly. The face he was greeted with was of course Sal's. Yet he found himself surprisingly not so disappointed as he thought he might be. No disappointment to be found, if he was honest with himself. Though he did feel his heart hammering away in his rib cage... His hiked pulse was showing up in a faint pinkness on his cheeks. |
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| onyx | Jun 29 2010, 03:16 PM Post #344 |
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Sal responded to the touch on his face, turning as a hand cupped his jaw. Surprise lifted his gaze to Thomas’ face when the Brit’s thumb ghosted over his lip, the blond fighting the instinctive urge to let his mouth open. His mind couldn’t compute what was happening, didn’t understand. Thomas should be walking away, heading back into the room, not coming in closer and heightening the intimacy of contact between them. And he certainly shouldn’t be leaning in… But he was and he did and Sal stared as green eyes closed and a soft, warm mouth touched his. The blond inhaled, the breath stuttered, shock bubbling in his chest… shock that didn’t ebb at all, but joined with a strange contentment. A pleasure. Enough so that he closed his eyes too and let it happen, soaked in the moment, both familiar and brand new to him. He felt Thomas’ eyes on him after they parted, the brunet remaining close, but Sal didn’t open his for a moment longer. When he did, he was surprised once more… to see not regret or disappointment on the other man’s face, but a soft pink blush highlighting the bones in his face. The sight brought a faint smile to the blond’s face, Sal lifting his hand to brush his knuckles against one of Thomas’ rosy cheeks. He swallowed, tasting traces of Thomas, lips buzzing as they hung on to the feel of the man’s mouth on his. “That was nice…” he murmured between them, still smiling softy and unable to stop himself from doing so. His hand at Thomas’ face turned and his fingers curled, brushing dark hair back behind the man’s ear. Hand lingering there, he slid it back further, combing into the hair on the side of Thomas’ head. It was a slow motion, like Sal was testing it out and trying to gauge reaction and level of tolerance for it from Thomas. He lent into the Brit, bumping their noses together as he watched his eyes, pulse jumping beneath his skin. He wanted to kiss him again, Sal shifting a bit nervously as he considered it. And ultimately he did, angling his head and pressing a tentative kiss to the corner of Thomas’ mouth, lingering and slowly letting his mouth brush to fit over the other man’s. |
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| passionflower | Jun 29 2010, 03:44 PM Post #345 |
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When blue eyes opened to meet his own gaze, Thomas could feel the prickle in his own cheeks, signalling the spike in his pulse. Warm touch of the other man against his cheek and gentle fingers soon brushing back some of his hair behind his ear. It had been nice... hadn't it. A shy smile rose to Thomas' lips. The Brit's green eyes softened all the more, as the blond leant in. Their noses brushed. And after a brief moment of quiet, Thomas drew in a shaky breath as the soft peck befell the corner of his mouth, and soon captured his lips in a full fitting kiss with the other man. His his dead lover's brother... Green eyes closed again, as he tentatively returned the soft caressing of their mouths. His body turned a bit more, toward Sal, and soon both hands slid along the other man's shoulders and down his arms, till they rested at his middle. A soft hold. His fingers brushed curiously along the fabric still upon Sal's body. Was this really alright? Obviously if Paul was still alive this would be so wrong. But... he wasn't. The brunet eased his lips from Sal's. His eyes remained closed then, as he rested his cheek to the blond's. His eyes opened as he looked out at the city line over Sal's shoulder. His chin rested against Sal's shoulder, as he drew in a slow breath and let it out. Dark brows furrowed as of course the logical part of his mind began to kick in and work through all those 'what if's'. Okay so, putting aside any guilt he had over possibly forming a bond with his dead fiancee's brother... what about the sheer logistics of the situation? Sal lived in New York, and he'd be staying there to run his pizzeria. Thomas would have to go back to Maryland, to finish up at Hopkins. Even if they did somehow survive a long distance relationship (assuming of course that Sal wasn't loose in his absence...), then what would happen? Green eyes turned a bit somber as he gazed out at the sky. He couldn't exactly give Sal the kids he'd told him he wanted, at some point. Would Sal be okay with adopting? Did he even think he could stand someone like Sal in the long term? At social engagements, Thomas always had no fear being out with Paul. Knew the other man was as socially sophisticated as himself. Sal on the other hand didn't play those social games that came with the kind of life him and Paul had been perusing. And the smoking... and... Thomas clenched his jaw a bit, and turned his face inward, resting it against the crook of Sal's neck. He cleared his throat then, as he searched for something to say. Anything... "Well... I don't know if that made things better or worse. Sorry about that," he chuckled shakily. Better in the sense he had enjoyed a kiss from Sal. Worse in the sense... well... what flood gates had he dared open? |
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