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| onyx | Jun 29 2010, 06:39 PM Post #346 |
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Sal sighed into the junction of their lips, feeling warmth build within his chest and rumble pleasantly. It was a simple, clean, clear kiss, soft and caressing. Hands smoothed over his shoulders and arms, finding his waist, and the blond murmured the pleasure he felt from it. He shifted into the turn of Thomas’ body, breathing relief and honest happiness as their mouths parted ways. He smoothed his hand over the side of Thomas’ head and curled to cup his skull as the man rest their cheeks together, Sal’s other hand finding the brunet’s side and holding him there too. Thumb brushing the warm skin beneath his ribs. It felt so good to have Thomas in his hands, standing with him and holding, leaning onto him as well. Aware of who he was and what was going on. It felt so, so good. Better than Sal had even anticipated, enough so that all the worries Thomas was fretting over didn’t touch the blond’s thoughts. Sure, they were things he would think about too, surely, but not right now. Not when worries were too buried by pleasure and warmth. He answered Thomas’ chuckle with one of his own, much more sure than the brunet’s had been. His hand slid back and fingers curled around the back of the Brit’s neck, squeezing softy, affectionately. “Probably both,” he answered honestly, pressing a grin into the soft hair at Thomas’ temple, enjoying the feel of the man’s breath on his neck. “But for now… I’m gonna go with for the better. Mind veering off topic, Sal inhaled and hummed a peasant sound. “Your hair smells good…” |
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| passionflower | Jun 29 2010, 08:15 PM Post #347 |
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Thomas closed his eyes as the other murmured to him, telling him it likely was a little of better and worse. His gaze softened. Though the following comment had Thomas bemused. His eyes flicked open as he glanced up at the side of the other man's face. "I would hope so," he replied. He lifted his head then, till they were face to face again. He looked up at Sal, took in his features. His gaze softened then as his eyes flicked downward, taking in the broad chest of the blond, on down to his waist, then slowly back up. "Guess this explains why you were so tolerant of my flub ups..." he murmured quietly. Moderate attraction on Sal's behalf. He hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of the other man's pants. "... How does room service sound for tonight?" he asked. He smiled a little. His body temperature was still up, and every nerve tingling pleasantly. But Thomas, when not drunk anyway, tended to show self restraint... at least most of the time. "So if you're done filling your lungs with toxic smoke, shall we head in?" he added, a hint of that teasing self beneath the normally calm and polite Englishman. One of his hand's lifted, taking Sal's. He tugged him inside. |
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| onyx | Jun 29 2010, 09:21 PM Post #348 |
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Sal chuckled again, letting his hand slide down from Thomas’ neck to his back, holding the man by the waist with both hands as the brunet looked up at him and bantered and teased. As unlikely as it seemed to Sal that Thomas would still be very interested, or find no regret in their kiss, come morning… he was still ridiculously happy. Content, if only for right now. And it was such a foreign concept to him that he was going to milk the moment for all he could, enjoy it as long as he could because despite knowing nothing about being happy because of someone else’s attention, it felt too good to waste. Hands came down and Sal’s brow arched when fingers hooked into the loops of his jeans, amusement quirking his lips. “Room service. Never had room service before. Sounds great,” he nodded, letting Thomas take his hand and lead him back into their room by the hand. Once inside he grabbed the binder full of numbers and information about the hotel and the surrounding area. There was a menu for the offered room service inside and Sal opened to the page as he dropped down onto Thomas’ bed and laid down on his back with the binder propped up on his stomach. “Let’s see… they got chicken, sandwiches, pizza,” he sent a playful look over at Thomas. “Soup, steak stuff… mmm… and check the dessert section. Chocolate covered strawberries. Something tells me you’d be the sort to like those.” He winked at the brunet, grinning still. |
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| passionflower | Jun 30 2010, 05:05 AM Post #349 |
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Thomas watched the blond grab up the room service folder and soon settle himself on the bed. Quietly he took a seat beside him. His green eyes flicked over the various items available. He smiled a little to himself. Ironic that just a while ago, they had been in a very awkward position, and now.. things felt rather comfortable. For the moment anyway. The smile on Thomas' lips increased as the other informed him that they also had pizza. Though the biggest of his grins was at the mention of those chocolate covered strawberries. "Am I really so obvious...?" he mused quietly. He sat up a bit, and grabbed up their phone on the night stand nearby. "I would try their pizza, but I'm more in the mood for something meaty. Followed by those strawberries," he chuckled then. "How about you? ... What would you like?" he looked at the blond's face. His own expression was soft and content, with a hint of a curving smile to his lips. Thomas always seemed to look best with a smile. Fit his face well. Once he got his answer for an order, Thomas went about dialing up the room service number. The sooner they called, the sooner they got their grub, after all. Green eyes flicked back to the blond. Thomas drank in the look of the happy blond. An excited little flicker had formed in his own gut. They were at a very... interesting place. He had what looked like the possible option to have that familiar and yet very new face wake up beside him every day. To have another beside him for the rest of his days. Except Sal wasn't Paul. Things wouldn't be exactly the same. Or maybe he was getting ahead of himself. His eyes flicked to the folder of items, as he held the phone to his ear. For all he knew, once he went back to Maryland, they would lose this strange little spark for one another. Maybe it really was just a fleeting attraction, due to the strange circumstances. None the less, now was not the time to worry. They'd made no promises to one another. But there was an understanding of this fondness that had developed. And... that was good, they could both understand that. But where it went from there.... Thomas wasn't sure. ( Down in Florida visiting some relatives, we happened to pass a local restaurant called "Sal's Italian Restaurant" haha. That brought me amusement ) |
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| onyx | Jul 26 2010, 10:49 PM Post #350 |
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“I’m liking the idea of a big, fat cheese burger tonight,” Sal confessed his order to the brunet, closing the hotel’s binder and resting it on his chest. He tilted his head on the mattress beneath him, watching Thomas collect up the phone and dial room service to place their orders. His grin cracked in amusement, teeth briefly flashing, as he listened to Thomas order their dinner and chocolate covered dessert. Sal lifted the binder of his chest and placed it on the night stand that separated their beds. He couldn’t know all the worries and questions buzzing through Thomas’ head, though he could guess if he had to. Not that he was going to. He wasn’t thinking along those lines at all, ignoring worries he would undoubtedly worry about another night for the moment. He was still a little too pleasantly surprised by the sudden turn of events to allow himself major concerns. Kissing Thomas had been… refreshing was an apt description, but it was more than that. He’d kissed many people in his life. Many. And Sal knew Thomas knew he had. All of New York probably knew that little gem about him. He’d experienced, he was sure, pretty much all of the varieties of kisses. Kissing Thomas, however, was off his chart. It was soft, sweet, unhurried and careful, yet firm. Sturdy, curious and light. It had been wonderful. His mouth still tingled, lips hyper aware of lingering warmth. He’d love to feel it again. Experience it all over again – the feel, the taste, the strange twist and give he’d felt in his chest in result. He’d love to reach out and slide his hands around the trim, taunt waist again. He’d love to touch and feel and kiss and keep the brunet close, absorb his heat and sweetness. His hands itched as he lay back and watch Thomas. He had to force himself to remain still and not draw up onto his knees and draw the Brit back against his chest. It was ridiculous, but Sal was really getting used to feeling ridiculous around Thomas. He’d never felt or thought like this before about anyone. Never. It was new and terrifying and confusing… but exciting and he was curious. He wanted to understand what was happening and why, what it meant for him. For Thomas. For the both of them. They’d developed a relationship, Sal knew that loud and clear despite all other confusion. Whatever sort of relationship that might be. “So, I gotta ask…” Sal began once Thomas was finished with the call to room service. He shifted on the bed, but didn’t move to sit up, remaining on his back with his head tilted and eyes watching the brunet with a thoughtful gaze. “Sorry if I should just be leavin’ it alone right now, but I need to know. Out there…” he gestured to the balcony, “what was that? What’d you kiss me for?” A brief grin broke over his lips, “Not that I’m complaining, but how come?” |
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| passionflower | Jul 27 2010, 03:59 PM Post #351 |
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Thomas glanced to the blond as he informed him he was in the mood for a burger. "Mmm, and here I thought you just lived on pizza and pasta," he chuckled. He dialed up the number, and brought the phone to his ear. When the worker on the other end picked up, Thomas smiled a bit, as his polite self took over. "Hello, room service...?" The Brit truly did have a very pleasant voice. Soothing... he'd make a great doctor when the time came. Pediatrics just screamed his name. And... maybe when it came to his own children... he would make a gentle father. Thomas hung up after the order was put in (and of course thanking the worker on the other end of the line). His green eyes then flicked up to meet Sal's face. Hm... of course Sal would want more of an answer as to what had been running through the Brit's head when he'd decided to kiss him. At the mention, he felt his lips seem to tingle with the recent memory. The brunet cleared his throat, as he glanced off to the balcony. How could he best explain himself...? "I wanted to. I don't think I would have if I didn't want to... kiss you that is," he replied quietly. "And... it seemed like... a good time to. Not to reinforce a bad habit but, it's about impossible for me to mistake you for him, when you're smoking," he shook his head, smiling a little to himself. His eyes lifted up to meet his again, though those normally confident greens were more shy than usual. He went quiet then, unsure what else to say... or do. Well, no, that wasn't true. There was many things he could do, would like to do. Where Sal was involved. He gazed at the other, his own eyes softening into a faintly sensual haze. He licked his lips then and jerked his gaze away. A quick smile rose to his lips. He couldn't do those things. He'd barely known the other man a few weeks. He was still in mourning. And... Well once two people crossed that intimate line, there was no going back, far as Thomas was concerned. But gods, to just let himself go, it felt so tempting. So... natural even. Why? ... Grabbing up the television remote, Thomas turned on the TV as he searched for a distraction. |
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| onyx | Jul 27 2010, 10:53 PM Post #352 |
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Because he’d wanted to. Because while smoking, Thomas had no chance of mistaking him for his deceased twin. He preferred the first explanation of the two, though he couldn’t discredit the second. They were both legitimate. Both valid points and reasons. He pursed his lips and nodded, settling his palms against his stomach – the soft cotton shirt he wore had ridden up a bit, exposing a strip of smooth, lightly bronzed skin just above the waist of his pants. Watching the brunet, Sal didn’t miss the softening of his gaze and expression, nor did he miss the swipe of tongue against a plush bottom lip. A slight quirk touched Sal’s own mouth; he couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts crossed Thomas’ mind to cause such a look to appear on his handsome face. Smiles looked good on the brunet, but so did soft shyness. He really, really wanted to touch the other man right now… just something light, like a brush against a shoulder or fingering strands of dark hair. He refrained though, having enough present of mind to realize maybe he shouldn’t just yet. Patience was a virtue, after all. And Thomas had pretty much told him that in time, they could possibly reach a point where Sal could touch all he wanted. In time. Once they learned a bit more about each other, once Thomas understood the difference between Sal and Paul. It made Sal hopeful in a way he’d never felt about another person. He chuckled a little over Thomas’ confession of his smoking helping in the ‘why I kissed you’ department. He hummed a bit, grinning while Thomas turned on the television. “Really? Well, guess there goes my whole quitting plan.” He winked and rocked a knee into the side of Thomas’ leg, “Feel free to act on what you wanna anytime. When I’m smoking or not, I’m totally ok with it.” It was a soft little tease, playful, though he'd be a liar to claim there was no truth to it. If Thomas wanted to kiss him, Sal wasn't going to hold him off and complain. Ever. He was pretty much all for whatever Thomas wanted to surprise him with. After all, he realized the majority of anything that might happen between them from this point out would have to be the product of Thomas' wants and comfort. If Thomas wasn't for it, Sal knew it wasn't going to happen. |
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| passionflower | Jul 27 2010, 11:35 PM Post #353 |
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The brunet couldn't help but steal a little glance to the alluring sliver of warm flesh that had been exposed on Sal's mid section. Did the other man have any idea how many people would kill for such a body despite the bad habits he possessed? Green eyes lingered a moment or two, till he tore his gaze away once more for fear of being caught staring. Thomas let out a faint huff of a laugh as the blond nudged him with his knee. Playful and teasing. Right.. there went the quitting plan. His eyes rose up to Sal then. Act on whatever impulses he had huh? No... that would have some nasty results. After all, it seemed like many of his impulses involved seeing Sal as a Paul. And... Sal had expressed just earlier that he wasn't Paul, didn't want to be mistaken as him. Gah, it was all so contradictory. Little did the brunet know, he'd ... kind of let that happen already. Their prior night, without his inhibitions, he'd acted as he pleased. Seduced his dead lover's twin, seeing him as a replacement and even crooned the name of the deceased twin upon his completion. If he had known the pain he'd likely caused Sal, it was likely Thomas would ever be able to forgive himself. Green eyes lifted from Sal's face and to the television. He slid back slowly, till he was nestled against the headboard of the bed. Side by side with Sal. He kept his gaze on the screen, as he began to idly flip through some of the channels. "... Who was your first?" Thomas spoke, a bit suddenly. Quite the intimate topic. But... why not? He was curious. Did Sal even remember her name? Was it even a her? ... he was pretty sure it was a her. Was it even memorable? Did he lose it young? Most likely. Was he drunk? ... Only one way to find out: to ask. Thomas glanced from the screen to Sal then. His eyes weren't judging. Just... soft and curious. His head tipped back, resting against the headboard behind them in a relaxed reclining position. |
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| onyx | Jul 28 2010, 07:08 AM Post #354 |
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Sal just watched as Thomas slide back to rest against the headboard beside him, letting the brunet settle as he pleased before turning his gaze to the television. He quietly watched channels flick pass, allowing Thomas to take control of the situation. The softly spoken question, though sudden, didn’t startle him. Didn’t even make him uncomfortable. “My first?” He sighed as he thought about it, a small smile on his lips. “Well, see, the thing about batting for both teams means you get two first times. But my first ever, was with a girl named Shelby Morgan. We were 16 and it was an enormous mess,” he chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “We didn’t know what the hell we were doing.” He shifted, sitting up a bit more, but keeping his eyes on the television. “Now my other first went a lot smoother. His name was Anthony and he at least knew what he was doing.” Sal made a small sound in the back of his throat, remembering and apparently liking the memory. “I was 18, he was 23. He used to come by the pizzeria a lot, order a boring ass cheese pizza and a large coke. He had this ridiculous way to wiping his hands… he wouldn’t rub the whole napkin over his hands, he’d just kinda flick his fingers against it.” Sal shrugged lightly, “I stuck with him for 2 years. But, uh, he left. Moved totally out of New York for California. He was into this graphic design stuff and he got offered an awesome job out there, so he left. Almost went with him,” the blonde confessed, but shook his head. “But everything I knew was here and I liked him, but couldn’t bring myself to leave.” Sal’d entertained the idea that maybe Anthony had been his first love. But he never dwelled on the idea for long. It made him uncomfortable. “How about you?” He shot a glance over at the brunet beside him, “Was Paul it? First and only?” Sla had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, realizing he was hoping it wasn’t. |
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| passionflower | Jul 28 2010, 12:45 PM Post #355 |
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The Brit was quiet and listening attentively as Sal informed him of his two firsts. A Shelby was his first woman. And Anthony had been his first man. Thomas' brows furrowed a bit at the mention of two years. And his green eyes curiously looked over the expression on Sal's face. Sal and long term didn't exactly go together in Thomas' mind. Or at least, they hadn't up until now. Had those two years been exclusive? Had the experience ended up subconsciously bothering the blond? Or perhaps he was reading too much into it. But Thomas left those details alone. Especially as his question was flipped back on himself. He let out a hint of a sigh, as his eyes went back to the TV. Right... had Paul been his first and only? Would have been nice if that were true. He didn't refute that information. He just simply cleared his throat after letting out a slow breath. "Typically, when I was an adolescent, my parents liked to send me away for a month to sleep away camps, in the summer months. All boy camps, since of course nothing naughty can happen when all of the campers are one gender..." he smirked quietly to himself, sarcastic in his last comment. "I must have been... 14 at the time. His name was Wesley. I think he was about two years older than me. He often liked to show off, especially during the sporting events our camps offered. I began to get butterflies because of how I often caught him looking at me. But he was never shy about it. Had this... boyish but charming smile. I'd only known him two days when he made a move, easily swayed me..." Thomas recounted, as old memories began to resurface. The Brit smiled hesitantly to himself, as he glanced down to the controller in his hand. "Bloody hurt, by the way." he smirked softly. "But I was hooked on his line. Thought this was love. After all... your instincts and your desires can't mislead you, right?" Thomas felt his throat tighten up a bit then. "The next day, he ignored me. Wouldn't look at me. His attentions went to another boy. I guess after he'd gotten his conquest he'd moved on to the next prey..." he did his best to keep his voice steady. None the less, the memories were causing his throat to tighten. And his eyes to hurt in memory of the pain. Thomas closed them, as his dark brows furrowed. He went quiet a moment, to compose himself. "I felt like a war had begun inside me after that. I wanted to avoid men, if they were anything like him. But despite all my best efforts, I never could develop that kind of attraction for women. I've... felt for a number of guys over the years. But never did anything with it. Not until I met your brother. And even that... We waited a long time." he gave a nod. Paul had been special... But, that would explain the general disdain for his loose behavior... Not just from a general observation of the behavior, but because Thomas himself had been a victim of 'no strings attached'. His head fully leaned back on the headboard, as the Brit's neck and adam's apple were arched and exposed. "Then... I guess my first time with a woman was today. Statue of Liberty." he smirked, as he rubbed a bit at his eyes, but... obviously was wanting to veer back onto something happier, than his painful first time or memories of Paul that would likely end up making him depressed. |
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| onyx | Jul 28 2010, 06:13 PM Post #356 |
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Sal was a bit rough around the edges, but he was far from thick-headed. He understood the connection to then and now, Thomas’ reasoning for disliking loose behavior. He understood, and actually felt a pang of shame for his behavior for the first time. It made him shift uncomfortably. He was actually surprised at the contrast between their two stories. Sal didn’t harbor any ill memories when it concerned his firsts. Sure, there were others after that he didn’t much care for, but none touched level with Thomas’. He’d never been used and forgotten. He had, however, used and forgotten others though. Andy being the most recent. And if he could keep one thing about himself forever secret from Thomas, it would be that sole fact: that he was really no better than that little camp asshole. Sal also understood the importance behind the confession concerning Paul and Thomas’ sex lives. He also knew to respect it. It had meant something between Thomas and his brother; it had been the farthest thing from free, anonymous sex. Cracking a slight smile at the mentioning of Thomas’ first time with a woman being today on their trip to Lady Liberty, Sal chuckled softly. He didn’t say anything about the obviously unhappy and painful memories he’d just rehashed in the brunet, instead silently lowering a hand over Thomas’ forearm and slowly dragging his fingers over it in what he hoped translated into a soothing gesture. He thumbed over the back of the trim wrist, noticing the way Thomas rubbed at his eyes, practically praying it wasn’t a lead to to tears, and desperate to comfort as much as someone like him could provide. Keeping up the slow, soft petting along Thomas arm, Sal decided to move on to another question. He cast a teasing, crooked little smile at the brunet, "So... who was your first kiss? And did they have a name that practically branded them a pretentious little shit, like Wesley?" |
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| passionflower | Jul 28 2010, 06:43 PM Post #357 |
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Thomas felt himself relax a little as the light touch of Sal's fingers brushed along his forearm. He'd been unaware that he himself had tensed up, but apparently he had. He glanced down toward the blond's hand on his forearm and idly drank in the look of his hard working hands and long fingers. Green eyes glanced back up to meet Sal's at the other man offered him that new question. As he took a moment to recall, his hand gently turned, and his fingers brushed a little against Sal's hand. Touching for the sake of touching and to return a bit of the pleasant sensations Sal was giving him. "... If you can even call it a first kiss," he chuckled softly. "Kinder school. My best mate at the time was Simon Newberry. It was a regular day on the playground and I remember... us being under a tree, a ways off from many of the other students. It was a curious kiss. I remember being a bit startled," the Brit chuckled. "But... it wasn't all bad. I even asked him why he did it, and he just laughed and ran off. Never did give me an answer. His family ended up moving away in the summer," Thomas murmured. He smiled a bit. Seems the circumstances surrounding his first kiss were more innocent and not remembered as being malicious, compared to his other first time. "I sometimes wonder what happened to him..." Thomas lifted his eyes from their linked hands, up to Sal's face. "What about you?" he asked. He felt a bit better. And it showed in his eyes, which had brightened a bit. He managed a soft smile. Without really thinking about it, one of his legs lightly pushed up against Sal's. A gentle brush. More touching... just to be touching. |
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| onyx | Jul 28 2010, 07:03 PM Post #358 |
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Sal grinned pleased by the much more upbeat, pleasant memory Thomas shared this time. The tension in the brunet had lessened, and his touched was not only accepted, but reciprocated. It did a lot to ease him as well, and he hadn’t even been the one in need of comfort. The sweet, innocent recollection matched Thomas much better than. This, this was the kind of memory Thomas was supposed to have. Supposed to experience. It fit in ways the brunet’s first sexual encounter didn’t. Sal liked it, liked that Simon kid better too. He was glad this at least was something good Thomas had that he’d held on to. He could practically see young, wide-eyed little Thomas robed of a light little kiss under a school yard tree in his mind’s eye. The blond released a soft, silent little sigh as his fingers brushed and linked with Thomas’. He squeezed lightly, again brushing with his thumb along the side of Thomas smooth, elegant hand. Doctor’s hands, nimble and caring. When the question was turned back onto him, he licked his lips and rolled his shoulders against the headboard behind him. “My first kiss…” he mused softly to himself, thinking back. “Don’t really remember how old I was… maybe 8 or 9. Real young. There was this girl that lived the next building over; name was Jane, I think. She, Paul and me used to play around a lot… she kissed us both that day.” He shrugged, “Guess not many people share a first kiss with a brother, but me and Paul did. It was a dare. She started calling us chicken, so of course we had to prove her wrong.” He shook his head, lips quirked in a smile. "Paul kissed her first, than me." Blue eyes dropped to their legs as Thomas’ leant up against his. He didn’t draw attention to it, enjoying the touch, just for the sake of touching. He’d only ever experienced such a thing with Thomas before. Just a hand on an arm, a leg against a leg… simple touches, not meant to arouse or fight. It felt weird in it’s novelty, yet felt better than he had words for. “Anthony was the first guy I’d ever kissed. First guy who’d ever kissed me, I guess I should say.” He smirked at the memory, shaking his head again. “Came out of nowhere. He’d been coming around the pizzeria for about a month and had just finished up his dinner one night and stepped out after to smoke some… I joined him, took a break. I don’t even remember what we were talking about, but one minute we’re talking and the next he was on me.” “See, I’ve never really seen myself as one way or another… straight, gay, whatever. He was good looking and I’d looked a bit, you know? But I’d never crossed that line with a guy before…” He chuckled, “I guess he knew, because he crossed it for me.” |
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| passionflower | Jul 28 2010, 09:32 PM Post #359 |
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Thomas felt the warm fingers of the other man link with his own. He let out a soft soft sound. Content and calm now. Green eyes flicked up to meet Sal's as the other man told him of his first kiss. Thomas looked a bit surprised, to hear him and Paul had theirs on the same day, with the same girl too it seemed. "... Mmm... so you let your little brother go first huh?" he smirked. "I'm kinda surprised. Would think you'd insist on going first," he gave him a faintly playful nudge. So Anthony had been the first of all his real guy adventures, it seemed. He glanced at the other man, taking in the look of his expression and listening to his little rehashing of how in the world they'd gone from talking on a smoke break to more. "... Did you ever hear from him? Ever wonder what he's been up to?" Thomas asked curiously. It was only a number of years ago, that they had been together. Though a lot could happen in just a few years... "And it never bothered you? That you were okay going both ways? Or... I guess you could kinda play it 'normal' if you needed to," he smirked and then shook his head . His eyes closed, as he leaned his head down and rested his cheek softly upon the blond's shoulder. If someone asked him what had been on the TV the past couple minutes, he wouldn't have had a clue. He'd been looking for a distraction, but Sal was too much of one in and of himself. Not that Thomas was complaining. |
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| onyx | Jul 28 2010, 10:08 PM Post #360 |
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“Nah…” Sal shook his head slowly, against the headboard. “When it was over, it was over. He left, I stayed. Haven’t heard or seen him since…” a small frown puckered his brow, Sal working his tongue about in his own mouth and frowning. He didn’t say it, but he was obviously affected in some manner by the fact. “And I suspect he’s workin’ with his graphic stuff… maybe, nah… he definitely found himself someone.” He shrugged, “Wasn’t anything super serious between us anyway,” he downplayed quietly. “Never had a real name, what we were. Not like we were totally exclusive either… mostly, I guess, always came right back around to each other, but we weren’t a couple.” Shaking his head at the next question, Sal felt a smile tug at his mouth when Thomas’ head found his shoulder. The weight was soft, light, but caught Sal’s attention completely. It was warm and he adored it, his thumb keeping up the gentle brush along Thomas’ hand and fingers. He turned his face into the other man’s hair for a moment, resting it there and smiling into soft brunet strands. Lightly, he allowed himself a kiss to the top of the Brit’s head, lingering and inhaling. “Mmm…nope. Never bothered me.” Sal confessed, “But then… never much thought about it, I guess. Was always just how I was. I like men and women for different reasons… could probably safely say I tend to lean towards guys more than women though.” He shrugged, careful not to dislodge Thomas’ cheek from his shoulder. “’Sides… what the hell is ‘normal’ anyway? Normal’s what you make it, sweetheart.” “Normal for me is loose men and even looser women… pizza and smoking and not giving a damn about very much outside my immediate world.” He licked his lips, glancing at the brunet beside him and resting his chin against the side of his head. “Bouncing between guys and girls is normal for me… getting what I want and moving on without a second thought is normal for me. You’re the not so normal part of things for me.” He pressed another kiss to the brunet’s head, confessing and terrified as well as proud as he did so, “Cause I actually give a damn…” |
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