"Mmmmmmm I am going to hold you to that."Â?
In more ways than one. It wasn't just the physical, although that was something special, it was everything else that went with it.
"Well maybe it is more elegance in disguise."Â? Eiryk conceded. "But if you jut want to put me to bed and... ummm... take care of me, that might be OK too."Â?
Of course he hadn't read those, that would be too easy. Not that Eiryk blamed him, he'd tried the first one and had been pretty much disgusted. And that was coming from some one who dabbled in vampires in pop culture. Hell, he had a first edition of Stoker's Dracula, even signed by the author, and a few other notable old books regarding their kind from all over the world. It wasn't a massive collection and he didn't have them all on display, but if you were looking at his books, you'd notice.
But tonight he might have to give up. It wasn't like the topic wouldn't keep. He'd try again to have the 'honey I'm a vampire' talk.
"Your sparkly unicorn? Yours You aren't going to share?"Â?
All Good Things... (attn: Eiryk)
Alex stared down at the key in his hand as he stood outside Eiryk's apartment. He huffed a small sigh. His store was rapidly coming back together now that the repairs were complete. It looked great. The studio on the second floor was also finished and he'd begun giving lessons again starting tonight. In fact, that was what he was coming back from, slightly disheveled and a little on the sweaty side.
Christmas had been a dream. A cabin at a resort in Vermont, with a little hot tub and a fireplace on the back deck, massages each night, private meals, skiing, hiking through the snow... an incredible experience. Christmas itself had been even better. Maybe a little emotional but that was all right. Certain things had to be said, after all.
And now, several days after they'd come home, Alex was getting ready to move back to his apartment. In theory he could go now. He had water and electricity. He'd been up there several times. As much as he liked his own small space, though, he was reluctant to leave Eiryk's.
Face it, he thought to himself, you're just bummed because once Monday is here it's back to the insanity.
It was true; he'd have to go back to actually sleeping at night, getting up early, running his store, giving lessons, and only occasionally seeing Eiryk when they could fit in the time.
Well, no sense making a big deal out of it. They'd make it work. He slipped the key into the lock on he door, opened it, and let himself in. It was well after 8; Eiryk should have been up hours ago.
"I'm back," he said, looking around for Eiryk as he entered the apartment.
Eiryk
13 years ago
Alex Aristos
13 years ago
"Won't need any holding. I'm willing," Alex said, sitting back down on the floor, lotus-style.
Reaching forward, he stretched out over his legs and feet until his nose nearly touched the floor, arms over his head, flopping there for a second. Just because he wasn't at his studio didn't mean he couldn't get in a good stretch here and there. It was something he did every morning as well, although his schedule had been a little off lately. He was getting back into it, though, slowly adjusting back to waking up earlier in the morning.
For that reason, when he straightened again he yawned. And then sighed. It seemed like he and Eiryk were already starting to see each other just in coming and going; here he was worn out from the day and Eiryk was barely starting his night.
Well, there was one perk - neither one of them had showered yet. he turned his head and looked up out of the corner of his one available eye at Eiryk. "I'll put you back to bed if you're not feeling well," he said. "Everyone needs a sick day here and there. As for taking care of you you can judge that for yourself."
He rotated his arms down and behind his back, still folded over, and twisted from side to side. "I could be convinced to share the sparkly unicorn," he conceded, "as long as it's with you."
How had they gotten on this topic to begin with? He couldn't remember. Probably because he was getting old. Older still in just a couple weeks, a detail he'd neglected to ever tell Eiryk. His birthday was very soon and he was hoping to avoid any uncomfortable partying. His plan so far was to go drinking. The plan could definitely be extended to include Eiryk, who generally had no problem with the occasional night-ending-in-drunken-stupor. That sounded about right to Alex for number thirty, although he supposed in this case he had more to celebrate than not. Still - if he had his way they would get indecently hammered and pass the night that way. He'd bring it up later.
Now, he had more pressing issues. Like making sure Eiryk wasn't recovering from the flu by the time the 10th rolled around so Alex would have a drinking partner.
Reaching forward, he stretched out over his legs and feet until his nose nearly touched the floor, arms over his head, flopping there for a second. Just because he wasn't at his studio didn't mean he couldn't get in a good stretch here and there. It was something he did every morning as well, although his schedule had been a little off lately. He was getting back into it, though, slowly adjusting back to waking up earlier in the morning.
For that reason, when he straightened again he yawned. And then sighed. It seemed like he and Eiryk were already starting to see each other just in coming and going; here he was worn out from the day and Eiryk was barely starting his night.
Well, there was one perk - neither one of them had showered yet. he turned his head and looked up out of the corner of his one available eye at Eiryk. "I'll put you back to bed if you're not feeling well," he said. "Everyone needs a sick day here and there. As for taking care of you you can judge that for yourself."
He rotated his arms down and behind his back, still folded over, and twisted from side to side. "I could be convinced to share the sparkly unicorn," he conceded, "as long as it's with you."
How had they gotten on this topic to begin with? He couldn't remember. Probably because he was getting old. Older still in just a couple weeks, a detail he'd neglected to ever tell Eiryk. His birthday was very soon and he was hoping to avoid any uncomfortable partying. His plan so far was to go drinking. The plan could definitely be extended to include Eiryk, who generally had no problem with the occasional night-ending-in-drunken-stupor. That sounded about right to Alex for number thirty, although he supposed in this case he had more to celebrate than not. Still - if he had his way they would get indecently hammered and pass the night that way. He'd bring it up later.
Now, he had more pressing issues. Like making sure Eiryk wasn't recovering from the flu by the time the 10th rolled around so Alex would have a drinking partner.
Eiryk
13 years ago
Eiryk watched in some fascination as Alex started stretching. He was dead and he wasn't certain he could pull off some of the moves that Alexander could. About the only thing he had going for him was if/when he pulled something while attempting a stretch like that it would regenerate quickly.
He managed not to sigh when Alex yawned. It was sad that his boyfriend was already thinking about going to bed and he was only just woken up a few hours ago. He really could stay up days, but since he wouldn't be able to go out, what was the point? Alex would be at his store and he'd be stuck here.
"I do -hate- to be sick on a sick day."Â?
Oh he was feeling well enough, quite well really, better by the second but he could play hooky again and spend time with Alex. It seemed like he was playing a lot of hooky these days. It was a very good thing he was the boss.
"Of course it is with me. Who else would I let you share -anything- sparkly with, or share you with for that matter. Your students are lucky I let them ogle you."Â?
He managed not to sigh when Alex yawned. It was sad that his boyfriend was already thinking about going to bed and he was only just woken up a few hours ago. He really could stay up days, but since he wouldn't be able to go out, what was the point? Alex would be at his store and he'd be stuck here.
"I do -hate- to be sick on a sick day."Â?
Oh he was feeling well enough, quite well really, better by the second but he could play hooky again and spend time with Alex. It seemed like he was playing a lot of hooky these days. It was a very good thing he was the boss.
"Of course it is with me. Who else would I let you share -anything- sparkly with, or share you with for that matter. Your students are lucky I let them ogle you."Â?
Alex Aristos
13 years ago
Alex's mouth curved into a smile when it seemed that Eiryk could, yes, be talked into taking the evening off. Not that he was going to do anything strenuous. He seemed fine now, but Alex was still jumpy about his coming down with something. He'd shower, get some dinner for them both, and than make sure Eiryk spent the night resting.
Well.
Lying down.
As he unbent himself and sat up up raised his eyebrows at Eiryk. "They don't ogle me," he protested.
Then he thought better of it. "Some of them ogle," he conceded, "but not many."
He was used to that. Alex was pretty sure any male yoga instructor anywhere got his fair share of second looks from women. Partly because men in this field of instruction weren't as common. Rare, no, but not all that common either. Eiryk would get used to it too; it happened. No one meant anything by it. Alex had to admit even he'd had a morbid fascination with the first ashtanga instructor he'd known. Male or female, anyone who could stand on their elbows and rest their feet on the back of their head was going to get a few stares.
He dismissed the thought of ogling and stood, taking Eiryk's hand and pulling him up from the armchair. They shed clothes as they went and Alex reminded himself to pick them up later; housework was off Eiryk's to-do list for the night.
By the time they had the shower going and the bathroom was getting foggy and comfortable, Alex had to force himself not to wonder what would happen when Eiryk ran out of sick time.
It wasn't worth fussing about - they'd find out soon enough.
((ooc: Alex and Eiryk out))
Well.
Lying down.
As he unbent himself and sat up up raised his eyebrows at Eiryk. "They don't ogle me," he protested.
Then he thought better of it. "Some of them ogle," he conceded, "but not many."
He was used to that. Alex was pretty sure any male yoga instructor anywhere got his fair share of second looks from women. Partly because men in this field of instruction weren't as common. Rare, no, but not all that common either. Eiryk would get used to it too; it happened. No one meant anything by it. Alex had to admit even he'd had a morbid fascination with the first ashtanga instructor he'd known. Male or female, anyone who could stand on their elbows and rest their feet on the back of their head was going to get a few stares.
He dismissed the thought of ogling and stood, taking Eiryk's hand and pulling him up from the armchair. They shed clothes as they went and Alex reminded himself to pick them up later; housework was off Eiryk's to-do list for the night.
By the time they had the shower going and the bathroom was getting foggy and comfortable, Alex had to force himself not to wonder what would happen when Eiryk ran out of sick time.
It wasn't worth fussing about - they'd find out soon enough.
((ooc: Alex and Eiryk out))