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Al's apartment, a few days later

Spending more of my time here, now. Much of it as I can, really.

Still have to be careful, of course. Think Al's got some kind of plan in place to tidy away any evidence of our previous deal; figure I'm better off not knowing the details.

But we've been able to get up together in the mornings, mostly, and I'm here when he comes back from work - which seems to be getting earlier, these past days. And it's - easy. More absurdly domestic than I'd've thought possibly, when he straightens my tie under my chin with a slight frown for my scruffiness, or I take his jacket and kiss him as he comes in the door. Almost frightening how fast it's starting to feel normal, him and me, here. Not sure I realised how I've missed living with someone, since Syl. Knowing it'll last, god willing. Knowing that I'm home.

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tezcatl_ipoca
Sep. 15th, 2010 08:01 pm (UTC)
"It's me."

Started to smile as soon as I heard the door, and now it's worse. For fuck's sake. Anyone would think I was happy.

How he gets through the day so uncreased I'll never know. Fucking unnatural. "Hi honey, you're home?" I call back, mocking us both, and come through to see him. "How was work? Toppled any business empires today? There's tea in the kitchen." Coffee, too, but he bitches about my coffee. "My day sucked balls." Endless paper-shuffling. Chuck the whole fucking lot in the trash, if I could.

Soon.

Edited at 2010-09-15 08:03 pm (UTC)
al_shairan
Sep. 15th, 2010 08:08 pm (UTC)
Tez appears, and my smile springs up in a ridiculous sort of way. The last time I remember being quite so excited to get home was when Lily and I were first married - but that is hardly what I want to think of right now. So I do not. I think about Lily enough. My time with Tez is mine alone.

"How was work? Toppled any business empires today? There's tea in the kitchen. My day sucked balls."

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Hopefully not literally. Everyone in your department is quite unattractive," I say breezily. "I shall get changed; I will be down in a moment."

With my suit put away and wearing a thawb, I feel the working day is left behind, too. As I come downstairs and walk to the kitchen, I smell cardamom, and I feel another little shock of what I suppose is contentment. I pour myself a cup and savour the first sip.

"Now," I say, and I take Tez's face in my hands. "Now I am home." And I kiss him.
tezcatl_ipoca
Sep. 15th, 2010 08:20 pm (UTC)
"Hopefully not literally. Everyone in yoru department is quite unattractive."

Give him the finger idly and watch him go up the stairs, head back into the kitchen and sip my coffee. Started putting more sugar in it recently. Been craving sweet things more, since I came off the booze.

Always a bit startling to see him when he's changed. Getting more used to him dressed like this, but there's always a moment of shock. That loose thing has its advantages, though, and I smile to myself. And then he's kissing me, and his mouth tastes of cardamom, foreign and newly familiar together.

"Now. Now I am home."

Rest my cheek against his for a moment, feel the rasp of stubble against stubble. "Good. I haven't eaten, by the way." Hungrier, too, without the booze. He doesn't seem to be in the habit of keeping food in the place.
al_shairan
Sep. 15th, 2010 08:36 pm (UTC)
Tez always looks faintly surprised when I wear Iranian clothes, but I like to wear something other than a suit in the evening, and I am hardly going to put on sweatpants to relax. He will get used to it. I am sure years of working in a police force saturated with an obsession with domestic terrorism hardly helps, but my nationality is not exactly the greatest hurdle in our relationship he has managed to overcome.

"Good. I haven't eaten, by the way."

"We can call for something," I say. "How do you feel about Japanese?" I slip an arm around his waist. "I should really start keeping the kitchen stocked," I say. "This was never intended as somewhere I would spend more than a night or two at a time, but it seems a shame not to use the kitchen." I stroke the small of his back. "I would like to cook for you," I say. It is strange, the satisfaction I am taking in these everyday things. "But takeout will have to do tonight. And what did you want to do after that?" I am sure I can think of something if he cannot.



tezcatl_ipoca
Sep. 15th, 2010 08:46 pm (UTC)
"How do you feel about Japanese?"

"No sushi," I say - bad food poisoning experience put me off - "but noodles and stuff're good."

"I would like to cook for you," he says, and I smile - though I'm thinking of Danika, mac and cheese, and it makes me feel sad for her again - "And what did you want to do after that?"

"Cold shower and a prayer meeting," I say absently, moving automatically to tuck my fingers into his waistband and finding it's not there. Remember something, and add, "Do you have a TV?" Trying to imagine kicking back and watching a movie with him. Strange fucking thought.
al_shairan
Sep. 15th, 2010 08:59 pm (UTC)
"Cold shower and a prayer meeting," Tez says, and I grin.

"If you want to get wet and then on your knees that is quite alright with me," I say serenely. "And yes, I have a television. Two, in fact," I say, going to the control panel on the wall. I do not think Tez has really mastered this yet - he spent some time swearing over how to turn the lights on. I flick a couple of switches, and a screen descends in front of my cross trainer on the other side of the apartment, and a larger screen on the wall near the sofa.

"I do not watch very much television," I say, picking up the phone to call for food. "CNN or Bloomberg when I work out, sometimes. Which makes me think of another thing - I should have more gym equipment. I only have a couple of pieces here. Let me know if you want anything." I call a local restaurant and ask them to deliver. When I hang up I turn back to Tez. "Films, sometimes." Usually things Lily would not want to watch. "Or porn, occasionally." I grin at him. "Although I am rather picky when it comes to that."

I come back across the room and kiss him. With Tez nearby, I am reminded of that poem of John Donne's - If they be two, they are two so / As stiff twin compasses are two; / Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show / To move, but doth, if th' other do.
tezcatl_ipoca
Sep. 15th, 2010 09:58 pm (UTC)
"If you want to get wet and then on your knees that is quite alright with me." Bit of a tug in my groin at that. Damn you, Al.

...Of course his tv's incredibly hightech. Of course. And who the fuck watches CNN while they work out?

Same person who offers to buy me gym equipment, just like that. "How would you survive," I say drily, "with only a couple of pieces of clang and bump hardware? Got a list of exercises from the physio - I'll give it to you and you can figure out what you want to get."

"Or porn," he says, putting the phone down, "though I am rather picky when it comes to that."

He kisses me, and I grin. "Really? Never been particularly picky myself. Though I always had a few - favourites." Never let most people know what, of course. "Sure you can imagine the sort of thing."

Look at him speculatively. "So - you got porn here?" Hard to imagine Al jerking off to porn.
al_shairan
Sep. 15th, 2010 10:19 pm (UTC)
"How would you survive with only a couple of pieces of clang and bump hardware? Got a list of exercises from the physio - I'll give it to you and you can figure out what you want to get."

I smile at him.

"I have assumed you like the way I look," I say, pressing into him a little. "And feel. I do not stay like this without some effort."

"Really? Never been particularly picky myself. Though I always had a few - favourites. Sure you can imagine the sort of thing."

"No," I say, giving him an innocent look, "I cannot guess at all. I would like you to tell me."

"So - you got porn here?"

I shrug.

"Some. I do not tend to use porn to masturbate," I say. "At least, not since I was a teenager. Sometimes my guests have enjoyed watching it," I say, flashing him a grin. "Like having an aperitif, I suppose." I sit down on the sofa and draw him down with me. "Most porn," I say, "is a little mechanical for my tastes. Though I can appreciate technical precision."
tezcatl_ipoca
Sep. 16th, 2010 03:54 am (UTC)
"I have assumed you like the way I look. And feel. I do not stay like this without some effort."

Wonder if he ever wears underwear with these outfits. Not that I'm fucking complaining, given the warm press of his hardening dick. Sometimes it still makes me pause, that I like that so much. Getting easier to get past that, though. Especially with him pressing up against me.

"No, I cannot guess at all. I would like you to tell me."

Fucker. I squeeze his cock a bit through the cotton. "Sure you haven't a clue," I say, just as innocently. "Sure you wouldn't imagine me at my computer, in a dark room - hand down my pants - watching some guy get overpowered by another man. Forced to his knees, or face down...." Can match that innocent look. "And then going back to bed with a woman, and trying not to think about it. Or thinking about it, during...."

"Most porn is a little mechanical for my tastes. Though I can appreciate technical precision."

"It's never been the technical stuff I like," I say thoughtfully. "'S the stories behind it, I think. The ideas...." Spent a hell of a lot of time thinking about those. "And, of course," I add, "the hot people." Liked porn with women too, of course. A lot of them weren't my type - bit too much on the silicone tit front, and I've always preferred Syl's lean type, or the softness of Danika - but still.

"Got to say, I'm curious about what you like." Give him a challenging sort of smile. "Or what you keep for your guests. Can't imagine who'd need it, with you right there. Guessing it's pretty impressive." Lean in against his side and rub his dick, lightly, through his clothes.
al_shairan
Sep. 16th, 2010 01:34 pm (UTC)
"Sure you haven't a clue. Sure you wouldn't imagine me at my computer, in a dark room - hand down my pants - watching some guy get overpowered by another man. Forced to his knees, or face down.... And then going back to bed with a woman, and trying not to think about it. Or thinking about it, during...."

Oh, the thought of that... It does as much - or more - than his hand on my prick.

"Minx," I say cheerfully, and I bite his ear.

"It's never been the technical stuff I like. 'S the stories behind it, I think. The ideas.... And, of course," I add, "the hot people."

"Ah, the stories. I always had books for that. But then, I am terribly old fashioned." I quirk my eyebrows at him, since I am sure he will make some smart remark about my age. I am forty in a couple of weeks, and I am quite sure he has many things to say about that.

"Got to say, I'm curious about what you like. Or what you keep for your guests. Can't imagine who'd need it, with you right there. Guessing it's pretty impressive."

His hand is on my cock again, so I believe he quite likes the idea. I step back, a little reluctantly, and flick the cinema system on.

"Tidier than dvds," I say breezily, and scroll to the ADULT menu. "It is useful to have a range of options available. As for what I like... My tastes have tended to the fierce, as you might expect. I like watching fighting before fucking," I say, choosing one example from the menu and fast forwarding to one man wrestling the other to the ground, both of them sweating, lips bloodied, "and fucking that seems like fighting. But that, I doubt, surprises you." I smile at him. "For a while I had a thing for porn with supposedly straight men satisfying their desire for cock, but that is something I outgrew, along with actually picking up men who claimed to be straight." I am quite sure Tez knows where that phase of my life came from.

tezcatl_ipoca
Sep. 16th, 2010 05:13 pm (UTC)
He bites me, not gently. "Minx." Finding it strangely easier, these days, to talk about these things - since that night when everything changed. Since he told me this was always, and made me ask for what I needed.

"But then, I am terribly old-fashioned."

I look between him and the newly-revealed screens. "Terribly," I say drily. "I don't know how your aging brain keeps up with the demands of the modern world." Given that I can't manage to work out the fucking light switch.

He moves away a bit. His hard on looks strange to me in his dress-like clothes, tenting out the front, but it doesn't make me want to laugh. Makes my mouth dry. "I like watching fighting before fucking, and fucking that seems like fighting. But that, I doubt, surprises you. For a while I had a thing for porn with supposedly straight men satisfying their desire for cock, but that is something I outgrew, along with actually picking up men who claimed to be straight."

What's on the screen makes my muscles clench, back and thighs and gut. Wonder what him watching this with other guys has led to, in the past.

Manage to register the last bit of what he's saying (fucking Gabe) and raise my eyebrows at him. "Stopped picking up straight guys? Just when the fuck did that happen?" Reflect a bit, and correct myself. "Men who claim to be straight." Even with how I'm feeling, it comes out a bit shy. Of everything, think that might be the thing that feels weirdest.
al_shairan
Sep. 16th, 2010 05:36 pm (UTC)
Tez is clearly distracted by the porn, which contributes to my eyebrow raise when he says "Stopped picking up straight guys? Just when the fuck did that happen?" He pauses, and adds: "Men who claim to be straight."

"Oh," I say breezily, "I was not counting you. That was supposed to be more business than pleasure, although I found you ... somewhat intriguing before we first fucked. But it was a bit of a hobby of mine for a while after I came back to Excolo." He knows when that was. "It stopped after my greatest triumph in that department, which was fucking a groom at his own wedding reception. Not because I felt guilty, but because I nearly called him the wrong name - " and again, Tez will know what that was - "and I thought to myself what the fuck are you doing? That is not to say," I add laconically, "that I did not have sex with a few in the closet types after that... They are quite easy to pick up on business trips in particular. All those anonymous hotels." I smile at Tez. "They were not usually the hottest fucks, though. Too nervous." I run my hand down the front of his shirt. "You were nervous," I observe, "but that did not seem to matter. I replayed that first night with you many times after," I say, and I put his hand over my cock to demonstrate what kind of replaying I mean.
tezcatl_ipoca
Sep. 16th, 2010 08:09 pm (UTC)
Somewhat intriguing. Hah.

Wonder if he'll miss that - picking guys up. Wonder what it was like. His hand strokes down my chest and stomach, finds mine and presses it over his cock.
"I was...obsessed with you, after we met," I confess. "I didn't understand why, not really. There was a time - for a long time I could only let myself think it was a dream - I couldn't stop thinking about you." Another advantage of his getup: I can grip him properly through it, wrapping a handful of cloth around his cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. Replaying, indeed.

"And I was fucking terrified," I add honestly. Figure he knows why, the various complex twisted-together reasons. "Fuck," I say, and it's almost a sigh because it's a relief to say it, to admit it, "I wanted you so much, before I even realised."
al_shairan
Sep. 16th, 2010 08:54 pm (UTC)
"I was...obsessed with you, after we met. I didn't understand why, not really. There was a time - for a long time I could only let myself think it was a dream - I couldn't stop thinking about you."

He squeezes my cock, and I breathe out.

"And I was fucking terrified. I wanted you so much, before I even realised."

He was terrified, but he came to me anyway, and look at us now. So very different to anything I might have expected from him. I underestimated him, when we first met. I thought he was just another closet case, albeit one with which I found myself strangely interested.

"You were afraid, but you came home with me," I say. "Thank fuck." I kiss the side of his face. "Though that did not surprise me so very much. I thought you might want to fuck me. But I also thought you might be too afraid to do it again." I run my hand over the front of his pants. "I am glad your desires were stronger than your fears." I give him a mischievous grin, and then my expression sobers. "It was not just the sex, for me, that made me want to see you again." I think of us here in this apartment, how I opened a book of poetry and read it to Tez, how we kissed open mouthed and slow by my bookcase, and then upstairs the way he purred my name, the strange easiness of conversation after fucking. "I felt - a strange connection with you from the start, though I did not want to admit it."
tezcatl_ipoca
Sep. 16th, 2010 09:03 pm (UTC)
"Thank fuck. Though that did not surprise me so very much. I thought you might want to fuck me. But I also thought you might be too afraid to do it again."

"Once we did," I say quite seriously, "I knew I would again. I couldn't imagine not. Not after - that."

Going to add more, but he's saying what I was going to: "It was not just the sex, for me, that made me want to see you again. I felt - a strange connection with you from the start, though I did not want to admit it."

I'm thinking of the morning, sunlight on the balcony. Taste of figs and honey. "Me too. If it had just been the sex - well. Not saying I wouldn't have fucked you again." Grin at him. After all, it was fucking mindblowing. "But that wasn't what I - needed. Not...after that."

I tug very gently on his cock again, through the cloth. I can feel the heat of him against my palm. I'm thinking of pushing his skirt up and getting on my knees, sucking him ever so gently, mouth soft and wet as I can make it. Start to ease the fabric up with my other hand, just slowly.
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