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Innamorato; Passionflower <3
Topic Started: Apr 10 2010, 08:22 PM (2,572 Views)
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Sal couldn’t help the smile that touched his mouth as he listened to Thomas, pressing the expression into Andy’s shoulder and all but nuzzling the warm flesh, feeling his stomach clench with more than just arousal. Thomas still wanted him there. He hadn’t had any idea how happy that would make him until now. It sent a flesh of deep pleasure through him, not carnal pleasure, but emotional. It touched his chest and tickled in his stomach. It made him genuinely happy.

“Told you already,” he reminded the brunet on the phone with him, the smile on his face touching the breathless tone of his voice. “I’m the boss… can do whatever I want. A couple afternoons away… isn’t gonna shut the place down.”

Bucking beneath him unsettled his smile for a moment, jaw opening wide around a moan he just barely managed to keep in his throat rather than voice. His hips responded instinctively, bucking right back and driving into Andy, fingers clenching on his hip again. As much as he wanted to hear more from Thomas, he really needed to wrap this thing up. He wasn’t going to be able to hold off too much longer and he could hazard a guess that Andy was even worse off than he was.

“Of course we’re makin’ pizza after… gonna make you a pro by the end of the night,” he allowed himself a few more moments though. Smiling again as he thought about it. He husked a little chuckle, pushing his forehead against protruding shoulder blades again. “Might even end up… havin’ to hire you.”

He licked his lips, unaware that Thomas had caught on to what was happening on his end. Sal kept thrusting, tingling all over, sweet beading over his brow and along his hair line, sliding down the side of his face and down his back. Every muscle in his body was straining and he knew he wasn’t far off now.

“So, uh… tomorrow?” Sal’s jaw tightened. He needed to end this conversation. Now. Or else Thomas was going to get an earful of something the Brit probably didn’t want to hear. “When were you wantin’… to meet?”
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Thomas listened to the strained words of the blond. He was quiet a moment or two, till the other man asked what time he was thinking of going to Greenwood tomorrow. He opened his eyes again, as he looked up at the ceiling. "... Around 3 PM. I'll pick you up at your place, if that's okay. So... see you tomorrow. Good night," he hung up shortly, barely letting Sal get his own goodbye in. He closed his phone, and shut it off... then leaned his head forward, pinching a bit at the bridge of his nose as his dark brows furrowed. Why was he so damn bothered by what the other man was doing? Wasn't like they were dating or anything of the sort.

He pulled the covers up then, and he leaned his cheek into his pillow, and closed his eyes. Stupid...

Andy glanced up to Sal as the blond hung up. He gave him a hint of a scowl. "Who was that? Was it really so damn important you had to take the call?" he grumbled quietly. He gripped tighter to his pillow, and his hips arched back up in an inviting manner against the other man. His throbbing cock was bobbing between his legs, dribbling pre along the mattress.

Despite the scolding, he reached a hand back as he squeezed Sal's forearm. He wasn't angry enough to push the man off. He wanted his peak... as he was quite sure Sal did.
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Sal shut his phone and dropped it back down to his pants. 3pm tomorrow, Thomas would come and pick him up. Sounded good enough to him; they could go see Paul, which he was still dreading but would do for the brunet’s sake, and then they could whip up some pizza for dinner of something. Maybe he’d even shut the place down early so he and Thomas could work in private…

Andy’s voice broke into his thoughts and he made a face at the look that got tossed back at him. Both hands curled around the student’s hips and he put his focus back into what was going on right now, letting the younger take hold of his forearm. He huffed at him, butting his forehead a bit against the back of Andy’s head, “Hush. None of your business.”

Sal shut his eyes then, letting the conversation with Thomas roll around in his head. Focusing on the Brit’s distinct voice. It sent his hips into a frenzy, the blond finally allowing himself to vocalize his pleasure into the back of Andy’s neck. He wasn’t going to last much longer, too aroused to hang on. One of his hands on Andy’s hip slid around and between the student’s spread, quivering thighs. He thumbed against the leaking head, smearing slick fluids down the shaft and fisting the hot flesh in his hand.

He gasped into Andy’s neck, groaning turning into incoherent murmurs and small exclamations. Thomas… Thomas… Thomas… repeating like a mantra in his head, the blond unaware towards the end as it became a vocal little chant voiced into Andy’s neck and shoulder.

His stomach gave a final clench, Sal’s body jerking wildly against the younger male’s as he released within the confines of the condom he wore. A guttural groan cracked and fractured in his throat, the blond pressing his face down hard against the brunet’s shoulder and hand squeezing around Andy’s own hardness.
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Andy felt the blond press his forehead hard against his head. He closed his mouth. No more complaints, especially since he was the center of attention again. He let out a muffled groan as Sal picked up the pace. His hips arched back into the thrusts, as he let out a hissing growl into the pillows. He felt Sal leaning his face hard into his shoulder as well as the devious had as it wrapped about his leaking shaft. He rocked into his hand, as all the muscles in his body tightened up.

The poor brunet though, felt himself lose a bit of the high, especially as he heard the groaned chanting of another man's name leaving Sal's lips. The wild frenzy of the blond's hips served to be a strong enough distraction that he couldn't even voice his complaint. All that came out was a bunch of straining cries. His throbbing length spurt hot seed all over Sal's hand.

The brunet about collapsed into the mattress. He was panting, as the blond laid atop him. His eyes had since closed, but as he laid there his brows furrowed as he gripped a bit at the pillows beneath his head.

"... My name is Andy," he murmured finally, voice a bit hoarse. He didn't look at the other. Either he'd forgotten his name in such a short time frame, or his mind was off thinking about someone else. Someone named Thomas. Scowling a bit into the pillow, he didn't move from the bed. He... wanted an apology at least. But it still stung. Here he was thinking the blond was so into him. And low and behold, he's thinking about someone else...

"Who is Thomas anyway?" he grumbled. And why wasn't he just sleeping with him instead of playing make believe?
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Sal felt the brunet’s climax, both in his hand and around his sensitive, still throbbing flesh. He groaned, the clench of Andy’s channel almost painful around his softening shaft. Once the younger had given what he could, Sal braced both hands on the mattress on either side of the student’s hips, slouching down over top of him but having enough present of mind to try and avoid crushing the smaller frame under him. He panted, unable to lift his head from Andy’s shoulder at the moment as his head spun, the blond lost in an euphoric high after his orgasm.

After a while though, he began to get a loose handle on his breathing and paced them in his chest. Made them deep and deliberate, inhaling the sweet and sex smell on Andy’s skin and in the air around them. Content, lazy warmth was still working through his muscles, making movement languid and slow as he shifted on his knees.

A frown touched Sal’s features when Andy announced that his name was, in fact, Andy. He didn’t say anything though, not sure why the brunet had had to clarify. He knew his name was Andy. They’d already gone through the pleasantries and introductions three blocks down in Salvatore’s. And sure, he might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but Sal wasn’t stupid enough to not remember a name this fast.

Reaching a hand down, he eased out of the younger’s body, careful to bring the used rubber with him and then flopped over onto his back on the bed beside the brunet. He removed the condom, tied it off and dropped it into a wastebasket at the side of the bed. He was in the middle of scrubbing both palms over his face when Andy spoke up again, asking him a question that made Sal go tense like he shouldn’t be able to after sex.

How did Andy…? Shit.

Exhaling loud and hard, Sal kept his hands over his face. He must have said the Brit’s name. He didn’t remember saying it, but he must have. Andy wouldn’t be asking about him if he hadn’t. Perfect. The grumble in the younger brunet’s tone told him he wasn’t happy about the slip either, and Sal didn’t blame him. He’d be pretty sore too if someone he was screwing said a name that wasn’t his.

“Don’t. Just don’t, ok?” Was the only answer Sal could come up with. He swallowed heavily, letting his arms fall back over his head and blue eyes open to scan his ceiling… like he had the other night on the kitchen floor after holding Thomas through his grieving tears. He licked his lips, sighing long and low through his nose.

He reached down for the sheets of his bed and yanked them up over both himself and Andy. The least he could do was let the kid stay for the night; he deserved that much. Next, Sal leant over to shut click off the bedside lamp. Once the room was dark, he sighed again and tilted his head in the brunet’s direction. He didn’t reach out to touch him or turn his body to mold with the other’s, but he did at least look at him through the faint lighting coming from the street bellow his window.

“I’m sorry, ok? Just don’t ask.” He shifted, making himself comfortable. “Just go to sleep. And don’t ask.”
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Andy let out another huff. He looked at the other man, and watched him click the light off. He rolled onto his side slowly as he watched the blond through the darkness. Surprisingly his hand lifted, and he cupped Sal's jaw. His thumb brushed over the stubble and hint of scruff. "... Was he your ex?" he dared to ask. His eyes had softened.

"If he was then... I suppose I can forgive you. Though you might wanna get over him... before having sex with new people," he teased softly. He leaned his head down then, and rested his forehead against Sal's chest. His eyes closed, and he surprisingly dozed off quickly. He was zonked from that fucking. And if Sal didn't think about it too much, he could probably pretend that head of warm soft hair belonged to a particular British fellow who was on his brain so very often the past couple of days.

Thomas didn't sleep too well during the night. He woke up around 9 am, despite... his body just used to waking up relatively early. He sighed as he stared at the ceiling. He didn't know how long he laid there, before he finally pushed himself up. He grumbled a bit to himself as he made some tea, fixed it up with cream and sugar, and sat down to watch the morning news. He surprisingly lazed around his hotel room the whole morning. But by around 1 pm, he went about getting dressed.

Considering he was going to see Paul's grave... he dressed up a bit more than his idea of casual. A suit jacket, and a tie surprisingly. A dark green tie that went with his eyes. The suit was a dark charcoal grey. And the shirt beneath was a soft yellow. After yanking on some socks and his shoes, his clothing was done. Just left fixing up his hair and shaving. Before long he was out the door and down by his rental car.

He knew the way to Sal's apartment, but he felt... oddly uneasy about heading over. He just hoped whoever was with him last night had left already. He really didn't want to see who he'd been fucking while on the phone with him.
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Sal didn’t answer and just let Andy assume what he wanted of the situation. An ex he wasn’t over yet… yeah, he wished it were that simple. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t. He wasn’t going to explain it to the younger brunet though; that was just something he wasn’t willing to share. Hardly even with himself. He was having a bad enough time coming to terms over all of it as it were and quite frankly, he wasn’t ready to have someone else judge him before he could properly defend himself.

He stilled when Andy’s head found his chest. This hadn’t been part of the plan when he’d decided to just let the guy stay the night. But… looking down at the head resting against him in the dark… it was easy to imagine it was someone else. It was so easy, and he relented, allowing it as well as allowing himself to imagine a little longer.

The younger male was out like a light in no time once he’d settled and Sal closed his eyes, one hand limp and relaxed over his head and the other curled to brush his fingers idly through soft brown hair. It felt a lot like that blissful time shared out on his couch watching Braveheart after dinner. He relaxed and soon followed after Andy into sleep.

Come morning, Sal woke around 10 – his relaxed body returned to its normal schedule after the unloading of stress he’d accomplished with the romp last night. Speaking of which… Andy was still snuggled against his side with his head on his chest and Sal cast a slow, lazy eye over the resting head. He toyed with strands of brown hair, tugging lightly, feeling the texture and playfully twining locks around his fingers. A small smile touched his face… waking up with Thomas… he could only imagine. What would the usually well kept Brit look like first thing in the morning? Bed rumpled and mussed hair? Flushed from sleep? The smile grew on Sal’s face as he settled his head back against his pillow and closed his eyes again, sighing. He’d love to know for sure… perhaps even more than he wanted to know the sounds and actions Thomas would make in the midst of sex.

He had plenty of time before Thomas arrived to pick him up for their trip out to the Greenwood cemetery. Plenty of time to relax a little, get up and showered and dressed and see to it that Andy was long gone before the Brit’s arrival. Plenty of time. So, Sal continued to pet and card his fingers through shaggy brown hair and wonder and imagine while he waited for the younger brunet to stir.
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Andy's warm cheek was nestled against his chest. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was peaceful puffs against the blond's chest. The gentle petting he received soon caused his brows to furrow and the brunet to stir slowly. "Nm..." he sighed a bit, and his green eyes flickered. He peeked up at the blond through his dark bedhead hair. He managed a sleepy smile, then he pushed up on to his hands and caressed a slow kiss against the other man's mouth. Seems any irritation he felt with Sal from the prior night had been forgotten. His lips lingered, in the soft kiss, till the brunet pulled back.

"Good morning," he mused quietly, then he laid his head back down on his chest. Seems the brunet wasn't planning to hurry off any time soon. He'd much rather laze around a while, naked, if he could. His fingertips soon traced slow little patterns into Sal's bare chest, and circled it around his pink nipples. He smiled slowly as his lips kissed along his chest, slow little pecks.

Green eyes then flicked up to Sal, as he gave the older guy a wink and a devious little grin. Before Sal knew it, the brunet had straddled his hips and he looked down at him with a feral look in those green eyes, as his wild hair fell across them in a sensual manner. "Mm... can I take a ride?" he husked teasingly.

Seems this one night stand was... not going to just pack up and leave immediately. Either that or the young Andy was reading more into their temporary relationship that what Sal was willing to give.
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Sal’s hand stilled on Andy’s head when the brunet began to stir, his blue eyes watching the slow process. The sleepy little smile was, admittedly, kind of cute, and Sal felt his own mouth quirk at the sight of the expression coupled with bed rumbled dark hair. The smile fell a bit when Andy suddenly pushed up onto his hands and planted a kiss on him. The kissing itself wasn’t a problem, Sal liked kissing, it was just… he wasn’t so sure how he felt about kissing Andy. After having spent the evening imagining him as someone he clearly was not. It was soft and sweet, but Sal felt dirty while Andy lingered.

“…Morning,” Sal murmured back, licking over his lips and frowning over the taste that stuck to them. He’d never kissed Thomas and was likely to never kiss him, but despite that, Sal was pretty sure the Brit wouldn’t taste like this. Andy wasn’t sweat enough. He only frowned harder when Andy’s head returned to his chest instead of the student pulling himself out of bed… fingers and lips on his chest, lazy patterns that pebbled his nipples and made him shift a little uncomfortably. No, Andy apparently wasn’t ready to get up and out.

Sal’s mouth fell open to voice protest when Andy suddenly straddled him, the blond looking up at the brunet like he’d lost his mind. Ok… as attractive as the idea would have normally been, Sal found himself very much against it. Which was crazy. Maybe he was the one who’d lost his mind. He must have, because he was seriously turning down a morning romp. And not just a morning romp, but one where an attractive, young man wanted to ride him… Sal dropped his head back on his pillow, groaning. He couldn’t believe he was doing this… something was so, so wrong with him…

“Andy…” he lifted his hands to hold the student’s hips still, not taking any chances here. His mind might decide one thing, but that didn’t mean his body wouldn’t betray him and decide something else entirely if Andy did manipulated things just right.

Licking his lips again, Sal’s eyes flicked across the ceiling before slow settling on the younger man’s suggestive, feral green gaze. He swallowed, giving his head a little shake, “Look… I… I actually got to be somewhere this afternoon. I don’t… it’s not a good idea.” He squinted up at the brunet, hoping maybe the student would just be understanding and agree and go his merry little way… even though he knew that was very unlikely to happen.
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Andy looked down at Sal took his hips. Though as they held him still, his head tipped up again to look at the other man. His brows furrowed faintly, as a tinge of confusion filled his green eyes. He listened as Sal informed him he had an afternoon engagement. The brunet quirked a brow then, as a smile lifted back to his face. He glanced to the clock on the bedside table. "That's fine, if you have something to do in the afternoon. But it's only 10:30... plenty of time for a little fun. So come on?" he grinned as he leaned forward. His face lingered an inch or two from Sal's face.

"Besides... I'm not leaving till you give me your number," he added quietly. The brunet's head tipped down, as his eyes looked over Sal's bare chest. He really was an attractive man. Fit, beautiful... His hands smoothed slowly up and down Sal's chest, as his thumbs toyed a bit with his nipples. He tweaked them playfully. Green eyes flicked back up to Sal then, as he smiled slowly.

Although the blond's hands were holding his hips, he managed to give a little buck against his abdomen. His perking length ground into Sal's front. The kid really was a true vision of temptation. But he wasn't Thomas...

"Where are you going anyway? ... Maybe I can go with you?" he whispered, husky as he did. His hips arched back, as his round cheeks grazed against Sal's member...
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Sal stared up at the brunet, a bit stunned. Hands tweaked and the younger male teased, bucking against his clenching stomach and looking at him with the sort of promise Sal really, really liked. It was pretty early still… he chewed on soft inside of his bottom lip, faltering, considering. Andy was young and beautiful and full of eager energy, and Sal knew from experience just last night how good a body like Andy’s could feel. A few weeks ago, he wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but now… he could barely look the kid in the eye this morning. They were green, but they weren’t the right sort of green… Andy’s hair was brown and soft, but didn’t fit his fingers the way he wanted it too. He didn’t smell right, didn’t feel right, and didn’t taste right.

He wasn’t Thomas, no matter how similar they might appear. And Sal realized then just how far gone he was without having wanted it or prepared for it or even honestly realized it. Shit.

“Andy…” Sal began, but stopped when the brunet started husking and arching his hips. Asking about things he didn’t really have any business in. Trying to butt in on his time with Thomas. It made Sal’s face twist angrily, brow growing tight and jaw clenching. He gave the student’s hips a shove, pushing him off, and immediately lifting himself upright on the edge of his bed.

“Cut it the fuck out.” He snapped, snagging his cigarettes and lighting one up as he stood from the bed. “I said I’m busy. It wasn’t a fuckin’ invitation now get your shit and get out.” He snagged his boxers from the floor and yanked them on with an angry tug, scowling.

He hadn’t wanted to be mean to the kid, he hadn’t wanted to even upset him… but frankly, he felt like a line had been crossed. In both their cases, if he was totally honest. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Yeah, Sal was pretty fucking sure that was guilt and regret he felt forming in the pit of his stomach… two things he’d never felt before concerning his sex life and what he did with it. It was all Thomas Hayward’s fault, too.
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Needless to say, Andy was startled as the other man shoved him off. He stumbled and fell against the wall of the bedroom. He stared at the blond, as he turned so angry and rough. He flinched as he yelled at him, and told him to get out. Swallowing thickly, his brows furrowed as he looked up at him, with tears in his eyes.

"... Fine you insensitive jerk! Fuck you!"

What a great way to start the morning. Really. At least the young brunet finally vacated his apartment, leaving Sal single and ready for his outing with Thomas... Right?

The Brit had since parked his car in the parking lot outside of Sal's building. He sat in his seat a few minutes, as he listened to a song on the radio.

Would you know my name if I saw you in Heaven? Would it be the same if I saw you in Heaven?

Thomas closed his eyes as the old song by Eric Clapton rung through the car. His hands shook a bit. Funny how songs like this never meant much to him before the accident. The song came to an end, and he rubbed a bit at his eyes. Thankfully not a full blown cry, but... a few tears did escape. He glanced up at his reflection in the rear view, frowned a bit, and then turned off the car. Thomas stepped out, and drew in a slow breath to calm himself. The air outside felt good, refreshing from the emotional suffocation he'd felt a few minutes ago.

When he was ready, he began climbing up the stairs to Sal's place. And soon he found himself in front of his door. He knocked a few times and lowered his hand. He took another deep breath and let it out slowly.
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Sal let out a long breath, wincing at the way Andy had looked at him. He really hadn’t wanted to put that hurt there, it’d been the very last thing he’d been trying to accomplish. It wasn’t even the kid’s fault… it was all his fault. He shouldn’t have brought him here. He shouldn’t have done anything at all, but make the guy that pizza and then let him go his merry way with his friends. He stayed where he was until the front door slammed shut behind Andy and then scrubbed his hands over his face, suddenly very aware of how quiet and empty his apartment was.

What was he even doing? Thomas and he… there was nothing there. There never would be. The Brit had been in love with his brother, not him. Sal wouldn’t even know what to do with someone’s love if he had it. And he certainly didn’t know how to love someone back. He and Andy could have had some real fun, who knows… maybe he would have even gotten attached and felt something for the student. There was a better chance of that then there was of anything happening with Thomas. Ever. But now he’d never know.

Stubbing out his cigarette, Sal went to his bathroom and all but drowned himself in a scolding hot shower, trying not to think about how Andy’d been crying when he left. When the water starting running cold, Sal got out and toweled off, pawing through his closet for something to wear… he was half through tugging on some jeans when he thought better of it. Thomas was likely dressed up for this… it was personal and a big deal to the brunet. Maybe he could make an expectation just this once…

By the time a knock sounded at his front door, Sal had pulled himself somewhat together. He’d had coffee and scarffed down something to eat. He’d tidied his hair as best as he could manage; the blond strands still weren’t all that obedient though. They were neater than usual, but still stuck out mostly as they pleased. He’d even shaved. Somewhat. Hair remained over his lip and along his chin, but he’d cleaned up his cheeks and jaw.

Sal answered the door in a little bit of a huff, blue eyes a little frazzled, but mouth pulling in a smile when he saw Thomas. “Hey,” he greeted a little breathlessly and stepped aside to let the brunet in.

Thomas looked good. He always looked good. It was inappropriate, he knew, because they were about to go to his brother’s grave – Thomas’ lover’s grave – but Sal couldn’t help but pass an approving look over the other man as he crossed the threshold into the apartment.

Sal himself probably didn’t look anything like the brunet would have expected him to. He really had cleaned up for this, for Thomas. He was in black dress slacks (his only dress slacks) and a navy button down that he’d taken the time to slowly iron out, terrified the entire time that he was going to ruin the shirt or burn his apartment down. It was even tucked in. And on his feet were his nice shoes, the same ones he’d worn to the funeral a month ago.

The blond had a tie too, but it was hanging limp over his shoulders and his collar was turned up. He’d been fussing with it before opening the door and went back to doing so again now that Thomas was in and he knew he couldn’t stare at the brunet anymore without getting caught.

“Sorry. I’m kinda… this thing is being a pain in my ass,” he groused. Sal’s brow was furrowed over in frustration and his chin was tucking awkward, trying to see what his hands were doing while he attempted and miserably failed to tie his tie. He huffed hot through his nose, struggling with the striped piece of silk. The sight was actually rather adorable, but to Sal it was just embarrassing and frustrating.
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Thomas felt his breath seem to get stuck in his throat as the door open. But he didn't know why. He knew he was nervous about going to Greenwood, but... why be nervous about going to pick up Paul's brother? Things had been so odd lately... He tried not to think about it. Now was not the time.

Though the Brit blinked once or twice as his eyes shifted up and down... taking in the look of the blond. He was surprised. It showed in his eyes. Dress slacks, a button down shirt (tucked in even), nice shoes, and it appeared the blond had even shaved. His eyes fell to the upturned collar and the tie laying on the blond's shoulder, then he cleared his throat as he stepped into the apartment. The door closed gently behind him.

"Hello to you too," he gave a nod. "You look... nice," Thomas nodded. A hint of a smile came to his lips, to show he was sincere with his compliment. He appeared to be in a good mood... well except for the fight he was having with his striped tie. Thomas wasn't sure how long he stood there watching the other man struggle with the silk material, before he finally walked over to the blond. He stepped in front of him with his gaze set on the material he was fussing with. He gently batted the blond's hands away, and he went about smoothing out the silk tie, then gently tying it around his neck. Thomas of course was well versed in tying ties, and shortly he was pulling the knot up till it was snug, but not too tight, around the blond's throat.

"Your father dared let you leave home without knowing how to tie one of these?" he mused quietly. He went about smoothing down Sal's collar, and his eyes flicked up to meet those familiar blue's. His hands slowed as he lingered there a moment or two, holding Sal's eyes. Close proximity, his hands still on Sal's shoulders. He cleared his throat and his hands lowered. Sal really did look nice. More than nice. Down right handsome. Erm, not that he wasn't handsome when he was casual. Just...

Gods, he resembled Paul. More so than usual. His eyes flicked away as he stepped back toward the door. "If you're all ready then let's go," he nodded, and headed out the door.
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Sal glanced up when Thomas approached him, eyes following the movement almost involuntarily. He had no idea what the brunet was doing until Thomas batted his hands away from the sad mess he was making of his tie. Warmth spread across his chest when he realized what Thomas was doing, Sal stilling and lowing his hands obediently to let the other man take control over the silk. Something like wonder curled in his belly as he watched the brunet’s face, up close, Sal able to watch the comfortable focus of Thomas’ eyes while he made swift and practiced work of the tie. He couldn’t help but smile a little.

“My pop ran a pizza joint,” Sal chuckled while Thomas tied up his tie. “We wore flour, not ties. Bet he never even wore one a day in his life; not even on his wedding day.”

Thomas smoothed down his collar and Sal resigned himself to the other’s hands immediately fleeing his body. Except they didn’t. Not right away. Thomas’ hands lingered, palms warm even through the fabric of his shirt. It felt good and Sal had a ridiculous urge to take a hold of one of those hands and lifted it to kiss, on the knuckles, in the palm, the inside of the wrist – anywhere. Everywhere. But then they were lifted off of him and he had missed his chance. If he’d even been going to do it in the first place.

“Thanks,” he cleared his throat. A hand came up to his neck and his fingers slid over the knot Thomas had formed in the silk – perfectly executed. “Woulda been here all day if you hadn’t done it.”

He followed Thomas out when they left, pausing only to lock his door. At the rental car, Sal felt weird sliding into the passenger seat – normally he drove if a car was involved, but this time he was the passenger. He shifted in his seat, fastening his belt as Thomas started the engine. Glancing sidelong, Sal let himself look again. Thomas had a nice profile – strong, but elegant. How he managed to pull off both, Sal would never know.
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