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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.

[Open to Al]

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al_shairan
Sep. 16th, 2010 11:47 pm (UTC)
"Motivation to learn, I guess." I smile and breathe in at the feel of his hand.

"What language did you speak at home? When you were growing up?"

"Farsi and English," I say. "My parents wanted us to be fluent in both. We would switch in and out of them. Until I went to school I did not realise properly that most people did not do this," and I frown slightly, remembering that first surprise. "I went through a brief phase as a child of not wanting to speak Farsi at all, but I got over it..." I smile as he pulls up the back of my robe.

"I like the fact that I can feel you through your - thawb."

I laugh.

"I just had the strangest thought of what would my father have made of that remark. I am sure he would not have approved of our garb being appreicated in such a way." I grin at Tez. "That is a complication too, of course," I add more seriously. "It is a serious thing, to be an Iranian man and to desire men. My identity has always been ... fractured." I pull the thawb up and over my head, drop it next to him. "But I know who I am." I start unbuttoning his shirt. "Do you ever get homesick?" I ask, pushing his shirt off his shoulders.
tezcatl_ipoca
Sep. 16th, 2010 11:57 pm (UTC)
"I just had the strangest thought of what would my father have made of that remark. I am sure he would not have approved of our garb being appreicated in such a way."

"Don't think your father would've appreciated me much at all. And not just cos I'm male." There's yet another advantage to it: instant nudity. Watch appreciatively.

"It is a serious thing, to be an Iranian man and to desire men. My identify has always been...fractured. But I know who I am. Do you ever get homesick?"

Think about what his father did to his first lover. Yeah. A complication, indeed.

"I didn't think I did," I say. His hands're on my shirt buttons; I like him undressing me, so I drop my hands to the side and let him. "Until I went back. Then - it was the smells of the place, weirdly. Just...when I got back, it was like Excolo smelled wrong." I shrug, and let him push my shirt off. "Now...I think of it more." And there's knowing that he's dead, and I'm free of that part of my past. Try not to let that show on my face. "Don't think I'd go back." Not without Al, though I don't say that either.

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