Christian rocked slowly inside Rowan as soon as he heard that first ragged 'yes'. His hands caressed the legs that surrounded him, gliding up toward his companion's knees and down over his ass with a gentle touch. The next request had already been filled but hearing it along with that moan was breathtaking. He wished he were tall enough to easily lean over and kiss his partner in this position but he wasn't. But Cris could watch Rowan beneath him and see his expression; he loved that.
The next request was clear, very clear. Christian found he had very little difficulty acquiescing, especially after it was stated so plainly and with such urgency. [When put like that how could I refuse?] He tilted closer with Rowan's legs around him, and placed his hands on the bed. Christian pushed deeper, moving in long steady strokes, building up to comply with his partner's wants.
Rowan's final words took him back a little in their intensity. It had been a very long time since someone needed him, like this. He knew that his companion meant it in the moment but it still was wonderfully arousing to hear. His own words ceased forming as his fevered rhythm was rapidly taking him over the edge. Cris wrapped one hand around Rowan's erection and began stroking firmly in the same unrelenting pace.
He grunted softly with the final hard thrusts of climax. A sound that was part cry and part gasp heralded his release as his body went rigid and ecstasy coursed through him. Christian shuddered with the waves of sensation, watching Rowan, wanting his lover to see him in this final moment of pleasure and wanting to watch his lover's in return.
Parley! (Attn: Rowan)
Cris had been helped up by Rowan, who did seem steadier on his feet. He blinked a few times in the hallway, trying to make sense of the row of doors. Definitely not the right place.
Turning to look at his companion, his head fell sideways, like it was made of lead. He peered at the redhead with one blue eye and then lifted a hand part way up to point to the elevator. Getting his point across, he let the heavy limb drop back to his side.
"We need to go...down."
He'd specify later, once they made their first objective. A voice asked him if he needed help.
" 'm good, thanksh."
There was no reply, so he figured the voice was satisfied. Tilting his head to look back at Rowan again, he smiled.
"Your ver... patient." He laid his head against his companion. "like that."
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan managed to smile openly, brilliantly, up at Christian. [You weren't... supposed to... refuse.] Even in sending his voice was unsteady. He gasped with pleasure at the combined sensations of pressure and friction as Christian leaned up and over him, deepening the angle of his penetration and thrusting hard. Reaching up over his head, Rowan abandoned his grip on the bed covers with one hand and grasped the sturdy slats of the head board. Tilting himself up toward Christian he used the head board to push himself toward his partner, meeting him thrust for deep, delicious thrust.
He closed his eyes briefly as Christian grasped him in his strong slender hand and worked him hard, stroking in time with his urgent pace. Moaning again Rowan opened his eyes and met Christian's vivid blue ones, his lips curling up almost unconsciously at the sound of those soft grunts of pleasure. Pushing back against Christian Rowan felt his breath hitch once more as Christian came with a satisfying cry that made Rowan shiver with joy. He wasn't far behind, having been teased almost past his limits already, and the throbbing sensation he felt within pushed him over and beyond those boundaries with a long groan.
Releasing his death grip on the head board Rowan raised himself slightly on one elbow, reaching out and cupping his free hand against Christian's face. His eyes were still locked with his lover's, his mouth open as he panted softly.
"Thank you."
The words were soft, but his eyes sparkled with pleasure as he said them. Rowan was aware of Christian's feelings. He knew from what he'd seen that Christian must have opened himself to Rowan for some reason. Whatever the reason was Rowan was grateful for it. Why him, he was uncertain. But he would do his best not to betray that trust, fragile as it was.
He closed his eyes briefly as Christian grasped him in his strong slender hand and worked him hard, stroking in time with his urgent pace. Moaning again Rowan opened his eyes and met Christian's vivid blue ones, his lips curling up almost unconsciously at the sound of those soft grunts of pleasure. Pushing back against Christian Rowan felt his breath hitch once more as Christian came with a satisfying cry that made Rowan shiver with joy. He wasn't far behind, having been teased almost past his limits already, and the throbbing sensation he felt within pushed him over and beyond those boundaries with a long groan.
Releasing his death grip on the head board Rowan raised himself slightly on one elbow, reaching out and cupping his free hand against Christian's face. His eyes were still locked with his lover's, his mouth open as he panted softly.
"Thank you."
The words were soft, but his eyes sparkled with pleasure as he said them. Rowan was aware of Christian's feelings. He knew from what he'd seen that Christian must have opened himself to Rowan for some reason. Whatever the reason was Rowan was grateful for it. Why him, he was uncertain. But he would do his best not to betray that trust, fragile as it was.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian enjoyed every second of Rowan's climax, taking in every detail and knowing that it would come back to his mind quite often long after they had left the bed. He turned his head to kiss the hand that framed his face. He nodded in silent acknowledgment of Rowan's thanks feeling that the gratitude was very much mutual.
His eyes sparkled with mischief but his soft spoken words were meant sincerely and that was something of a surprise to him as well. "Any time." Cris meant that. He would be not just willing but eager to do this again.
Reluctantly Christian pulled away from Rowan, pressing a hand to one of his companion's hips. "I will be right back." He slid off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Starting up the water he asked. [How warm do you prefer your shower?]
Coming back into the bedroom, Cris smiled broadly at Rowan before scooping him up in his arms and carrying him into the other room. It wasn't strictly necessary but he enjoyed it just the same. He didn't remember much from the previous night but Cris did know that Rowan had taken care of him and gotten him home. He could return the favor even though his companion was quite capable of making the distance on his own.
His eyes sparkled with mischief but his soft spoken words were meant sincerely and that was something of a surprise to him as well. "Any time." Cris meant that. He would be not just willing but eager to do this again.
Reluctantly Christian pulled away from Rowan, pressing a hand to one of his companion's hips. "I will be right back." He slid off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Starting up the water he asked. [How warm do you prefer your shower?]
Coming back into the bedroom, Cris smiled broadly at Rowan before scooping him up in his arms and carrying him into the other room. It wasn't strictly necessary but he enjoyed it just the same. He didn't remember much from the previous night but Cris did know that Rowan had taken care of him and gotten him home. He could return the favor even though his companion was quite capable of making the distance on his own.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan dropped his legs to let Christian move away, reluctant to do so, suffering a brief worry that they wouldn't do this again in spite of Christian's soft words. He really wanted to do this again. And then some. It was frightening. Rowan did not fall for just any handsome blond who threw him into bed and shagged him rotten. No... it definitely took a certain special brand of shagging rotten. Or handsome blond. Maybe it was the combination. He wasn't sure; he still felt like he'd been hit by a psychological freight train.
"Okay." He smiled softly at Christian, the expression deepening as he heard the tenor in his head again. He could get used to that. It was remarkably intimate, although he'd been sent to before and it never felt quite so - close. [Not too hot... please.] Steamy was fine with him but he had enough burning sensation to last him an undead lifetime.
As Christian returned Rowan rolled toward him and then laughed as he was scooped up by the shorter man and carried into the bathroom. The absurdity of it amused him, and Christian's evident good mood kept the stupid grin on Rowan's face.
"Wow, we're not in Kansas anymore," he said upon seeing the way the bathroom was decorated. "This is awesome."
Jensen had better watch out; if this was Christian's creation the Swede might be out of a job. he looked around as Christian set him down just in front of the fantastic shower, his eyes lingering on the enormous tub a little hungrily. he opened the shower door though, stepped in, and took Christian's hand to tug him in as well.
The first order of business was to rinse himself off; Rowan did it quickly. He turned to Christian with a curious expression on his face. Recalling Christian's earlier reluctance he held back, but it was Rowan's natural inclination to reach out. he would have preferred to pull Christian close but he wasn't going to press. Instead he smiled, bent, pressed his lips to the forehead of the blond beside him, and stood out of the way so Christian could do the same.
"Okay." He smiled softly at Christian, the expression deepening as he heard the tenor in his head again. He could get used to that. It was remarkably intimate, although he'd been sent to before and it never felt quite so - close. [Not too hot... please.] Steamy was fine with him but he had enough burning sensation to last him an undead lifetime.
As Christian returned Rowan rolled toward him and then laughed as he was scooped up by the shorter man and carried into the bathroom. The absurdity of it amused him, and Christian's evident good mood kept the stupid grin on Rowan's face.
"Wow, we're not in Kansas anymore," he said upon seeing the way the bathroom was decorated. "This is awesome."
Jensen had better watch out; if this was Christian's creation the Swede might be out of a job. he looked around as Christian set him down just in front of the fantastic shower, his eyes lingering on the enormous tub a little hungrily. he opened the shower door though, stepped in, and took Christian's hand to tug him in as well.
The first order of business was to rinse himself off; Rowan did it quickly. He turned to Christian with a curious expression on his face. Recalling Christian's earlier reluctance he held back, but it was Rowan's natural inclination to reach out. he would have preferred to pull Christian close but he wasn't going to press. Instead he smiled, bent, pressed his lips to the forehead of the blond beside him, and stood out of the way so Christian could do the same.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
He set Rowan down when they reached the shower. Cris laughed about the exclamation concerning their location but inwardly he was pleased that Rowan noticed the decor.
"Well its not pink toile but I suppose it will do." Christian said with a hint of a smile. He noticed Rowan's interest in the tub and filed the information away for later, still marveling at the thought that he wanted a 'later' very much.
Seeing Rowan's hesitation, Cris stepped close and wrapped his arms around his companion. He accepted the gentle kiss on the forehead with a smile. Christian pressed his cheek against Rowan's shoulder and rubbed his back gently. He didn't want Rowan to feel awkward or unappreciated because it was very far from the truth.
He reached out and handed Rowan the shampoo. Then Christian went back to shamelessly running his hands over his partner's water slick body. Giving Rowan a crooked smile, he said
"-This- is awesome."
"Well its not pink toile but I suppose it will do." Christian said with a hint of a smile. He noticed Rowan's interest in the tub and filed the information away for later, still marveling at the thought that he wanted a 'later' very much.
Seeing Rowan's hesitation, Cris stepped close and wrapped his arms around his companion. He accepted the gentle kiss on the forehead with a smile. Christian pressed his cheek against Rowan's shoulder and rubbed his back gently. He didn't want Rowan to feel awkward or unappreciated because it was very far from the truth.
He reached out and handed Rowan the shampoo. Then Christian went back to shamelessly running his hands over his partner's water slick body. Giving Rowan a crooked smile, he said
"-This- is awesome."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Ah... that was so much better, Rowan thought as Christian pressed close to him. He laughed softly and wrapped his arms around Christian tightly. It felt good to hold someone and be held. To consider the prospect of doing this again. To realize that he had much to learn about the man in his arms. Rowan looked forward to discovering who Christian was and sharing himself with him as well; what he could, at least.
"I won't argue," he said with a smile.
He soaked his hair, accepting the bottle of shampoo from Christian, and washed it briefly. It was difficult to pull his hands and arms away from Christian for any length of time but he did manage. Removing the head from its mount he rinsed his own hair and then brushed his fingers through Christian's short blond hair, raising the shower head and repeating the process. Setting the shower head back onto the wall he turned Christian away from him, pulled him back against himself, and tilted his head back.
With gentle hands Rowan washed Christian's hair, taking a longer time then he had on his own, although he admitted that could be attributed to the fact that he couldn't resist lowering his head and running his lips over Christian's neck, along the rise of lean muscle down to his shoulder. Rowan wrapped one hand around Christian's waist comfortably, holding him close while he alternated kissing his lover and gently rinsing his hair.
"I could get used to this," he murmured just loudly enough to be heard over the spray of the shower.
"I won't argue," he said with a smile.
He soaked his hair, accepting the bottle of shampoo from Christian, and washed it briefly. It was difficult to pull his hands and arms away from Christian for any length of time but he did manage. Removing the head from its mount he rinsed his own hair and then brushed his fingers through Christian's short blond hair, raising the shower head and repeating the process. Setting the shower head back onto the wall he turned Christian away from him, pulled him back against himself, and tilted his head back.
With gentle hands Rowan washed Christian's hair, taking a longer time then he had on his own, although he admitted that could be attributed to the fact that he couldn't resist lowering his head and running his lips over Christian's neck, along the rise of lean muscle down to his shoulder. Rowan wrapped one hand around Christian's waist comfortably, holding him close while he alternated kissing his lover and gently rinsing his hair.
"I could get used to this," he murmured just loudly enough to be heard over the spray of the shower.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian found himself turned around and a small smile played across his lips. He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly as Rowan's hands combed through his hair. He reached back and locked his arms around his companion, further pressing himself against him.
The feel of Rowan's lips on his skin, gliding along wet skin was amazing. Christian sighed softly and tilted his neck to the side, granting his partner more access. "Please." He asked softly, trusting his companion to know exactly what he meant.
What he was asking for Cris hadn't asked anyone to do to him in a long while. Certainly not for this reason. He wanted Rowan to bite him, wanted to share himself in that way, especially after the trust and openness that his companion had showed him. [I want you to.] Christian realized that some of their kind had special customs and needs when it came to feeding; he might not be attractive to Rowan in that way. [If you are willing.] He added softly and turned to look up at the tall redhead.
Reaching up, he brushed a thumb along, Rowan's jaw.
"Only if you want to."
The feel of Rowan's lips on his skin, gliding along wet skin was amazing. Christian sighed softly and tilted his neck to the side, granting his partner more access. "Please." He asked softly, trusting his companion to know exactly what he meant.
What he was asking for Cris hadn't asked anyone to do to him in a long while. Certainly not for this reason. He wanted Rowan to bite him, wanted to share himself in that way, especially after the trust and openness that his companion had showed him. [I want you to.] Christian realized that some of their kind had special customs and needs when it came to feeding; he might not be attractive to Rowan in that way. [If you are willing.] He added softly and turned to look up at the tall redhead.
Reaching up, he brushed a thumb along, Rowan's jaw.
"Only if you want to."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan drew his tongue gently back up Christian's neck and was tracing a teasing line around the outside of his ear when Christian turned to him and voiced his soft request. Pulling away for a moment Rowan looked down at Christian, who had already told him he needed blood later, an expression of mild concern on his face.
Christian's voice echoed in his head again and he turned to look at Rowan, his blue eyes alight with hope. Rowan smiled down at him, considering, and as Christian reached up to touch Rowan's face he could see his expression change, almost as if a mask had fallen over his features and they schooled themselves into something more neutral.
Rowan's only hesitation was that he did not want Christian to run short on supply. but, he thought, weighing that against the naked hope, he realized the importance of a wall coming down. Christian was freely offering a part of himself and Rowan could not ignore the fact that Christian, to him, seemed to cover his own fears and sensitivities with a cool and calm demeanor.
Rowan traced his lips along Christian's neck once more, bringing his free hand down to wrap around his waist as well, pulling Christian snugly back against him as he licked the sensitive skin of his neck with long slow strokes. His hands splayed over Christian's chest and stomach, moving gently.
[You are difficult to resist,] Rowan sent back with a smile in his voice. [As long as I can return the kindness later. I don't want you running short.]
Nevertheless, he sucked gently at the skin over Christian's neck. "I am willing," he breathed into his ear. "I do want."
Rowan wanted Christan to know the effect he had on him, to know without doubt he was desired and wanted, so he didn't hold back with his words. Nor did he hold back with his bite. Quickly, firmly, but gently, he opened his mouth and slid his fangs into Christian's neck. Holding him tightly to himself Rowan moaned against the fair skin as he drew from that sensitive spot, working his tongue against him and feeling a rush of pure pleasure at the taste of Christian's blood flowing pure and strong over his tongue.
His hands moved softly, soothingly, over Christian's skin as he drank and Rowan paid particular attention to Christian's reaction. He drank slowly but deeply, prolonging the sensation while taking as little as possible. When he finally pulled away it was with a sigh of deep satisfaction. He sucked at the two wounds he had created until they were fully close, gently licked the rapidly fading bruise, and raised on hand to turn Christian's jaw toward him.
"You are incredible," Rowan said solemnly, leaning down to slowly kiss Christan's lips as the warm water of the shower coursed over them.
Christian's voice echoed in his head again and he turned to look at Rowan, his blue eyes alight with hope. Rowan smiled down at him, considering, and as Christian reached up to touch Rowan's face he could see his expression change, almost as if a mask had fallen over his features and they schooled themselves into something more neutral.
Rowan's only hesitation was that he did not want Christian to run short on supply. but, he thought, weighing that against the naked hope, he realized the importance of a wall coming down. Christian was freely offering a part of himself and Rowan could not ignore the fact that Christian, to him, seemed to cover his own fears and sensitivities with a cool and calm demeanor.
Rowan traced his lips along Christian's neck once more, bringing his free hand down to wrap around his waist as well, pulling Christian snugly back against him as he licked the sensitive skin of his neck with long slow strokes. His hands splayed over Christian's chest and stomach, moving gently.
[You are difficult to resist,] Rowan sent back with a smile in his voice. [As long as I can return the kindness later. I don't want you running short.]
Nevertheless, he sucked gently at the skin over Christian's neck. "I am willing," he breathed into his ear. "I do want."
Rowan wanted Christan to know the effect he had on him, to know without doubt he was desired and wanted, so he didn't hold back with his words. Nor did he hold back with his bite. Quickly, firmly, but gently, he opened his mouth and slid his fangs into Christian's neck. Holding him tightly to himself Rowan moaned against the fair skin as he drew from that sensitive spot, working his tongue against him and feeling a rush of pure pleasure at the taste of Christian's blood flowing pure and strong over his tongue.
His hands moved softly, soothingly, over Christian's skin as he drank and Rowan paid particular attention to Christian's reaction. He drank slowly but deeply, prolonging the sensation while taking as little as possible. When he finally pulled away it was with a sigh of deep satisfaction. He sucked at the two wounds he had created until they were fully close, gently licked the rapidly fading bruise, and raised on hand to turn Christian's jaw toward him.
"You are incredible," Rowan said solemnly, leaning down to slowly kiss Christan's lips as the warm water of the shower coursed over them.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian turned back around and waited. Rowan's arms wrapped around him, strong and secure. Since when had he wanted those things? It didn't matter; what mattered was that right now it felt good. His request could be refused and he waited, anxiety building that he had overstepped and asked for something that Rowan was not yet ready to give.
He listened to the voice in his head and smiled. Leaning to the side, once more shamelessly displaying his desire and a trust that surprised him. It was what he had seen in Rowan's aura that did it. That pink on top of all the other colours that made it clear that person behind him was a very good man and the fact that Rowan had trusted him enough to let him see. [I have fed fairly recently. It will be all right but I would gladly return the favor.] He would admit that the idea of feeding from Rowan, sober, held marvelous appeal. Christian remembered how sensitive his companion's neck was and wondered just how crazy he could drive the redhead with a long slow bite.
All his musing vanished when his partner leaned down to him. Christian gasped sharply as Rowan's fangs entered him. Reaching up, he curled one hand behind his companion's neck, pressing lightly, wanting more. He moaned quietly at the gentle draw, feeling it stir his desire once more. His eyes closed and his other hand curled around behind his companion, clinging tightly. Cris breathed, a ragged gasp with each of draw., shivering with pleasure at the feel of Rowan's lips and tongue as they worked against the small wound.
He stayed still after Rowan was done, contentedly resting against his companion's chest until Rowan tilted his jaw towards him. Christian melted into his partner's kiss, turning more fully and wrapping his arms around Rowan once more.
"I am glad you think so."
He listened to the voice in his head and smiled. Leaning to the side, once more shamelessly displaying his desire and a trust that surprised him. It was what he had seen in Rowan's aura that did it. That pink on top of all the other colours that made it clear that person behind him was a very good man and the fact that Rowan had trusted him enough to let him see. [I have fed fairly recently. It will be all right but I would gladly return the favor.] He would admit that the idea of feeding from Rowan, sober, held marvelous appeal. Christian remembered how sensitive his companion's neck was and wondered just how crazy he could drive the redhead with a long slow bite.
All his musing vanished when his partner leaned down to him. Christian gasped sharply as Rowan's fangs entered him. Reaching up, he curled one hand behind his companion's neck, pressing lightly, wanting more. He moaned quietly at the gentle draw, feeling it stir his desire once more. His eyes closed and his other hand curled around behind his companion, clinging tightly. Cris breathed, a ragged gasp with each of draw., shivering with pleasure at the feel of Rowan's lips and tongue as they worked against the small wound.
He stayed still after Rowan was done, contentedly resting against his companion's chest until Rowan tilted his jaw towards him. Christian melted into his partner's kiss, turning more fully and wrapping his arms around Rowan once more.
"I am glad you think so."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan smiled as Christian turned to him, went willingly into Christian's embrace, sighed as his partner melted against him briefly. He was pleased; where Christian had begun to erect a wall it had come back down it seemed. Rowan had to wonder what Christian's past was like, what events caused someone to hide themselves away. He clearly recalled Christian's demeanor from their prior meetings at Meridian. At the time he had thought Christian's dry humor and coolly distant attitude to be a result simply of the fact that they didn't know each other. Now he wasn't so sure.
But the person beneath was remarkably warm and sensitive, capable of great expression. Rowan had witnessed that firsthand many times in the last few hours. He was like a good wine, Rowan decided. Layered and complex, different depending on how you tasted it. The fact didn't frighten him, no did it dissuade him. Rowan enjoyed complexities and dimensions. Everyone had them. Understanding them was key. And more than anything, he wanted to fully understand Christian's. Rowan couldn't remember ever wanting that so badly. He could be patient. It wouldn't all come at once.
He continued to smooth his hands over Christian's muscled back, smiling into the soaking wet blond hair. "I can't imagine anyone who has ever met you would think otherwise," he said softly.
Rowan looked down at the slight blond in his arms and his smile widened into a grin. "And who knew what could come from a simple movie night?"
He had certainly not expected this, and obviously Christian hadn't either. And while his partner might feel hesitant to expose himself, Rowan did not suffer the same set of worries. Oh, he was surprised by this development, but he was also curious, intrigued, and pleased by it.
"Now. Did I hear something about coffee earlier?" Rowan straightened, not wanting to keep Christian to him longer than he was comfortable with but not quite letting go. He was ready to get out of the shower, but not quite ready to let go.
But the person beneath was remarkably warm and sensitive, capable of great expression. Rowan had witnessed that firsthand many times in the last few hours. He was like a good wine, Rowan decided. Layered and complex, different depending on how you tasted it. The fact didn't frighten him, no did it dissuade him. Rowan enjoyed complexities and dimensions. Everyone had them. Understanding them was key. And more than anything, he wanted to fully understand Christian's. Rowan couldn't remember ever wanting that so badly. He could be patient. It wouldn't all come at once.
He continued to smooth his hands over Christian's muscled back, smiling into the soaking wet blond hair. "I can't imagine anyone who has ever met you would think otherwise," he said softly.
Rowan looked down at the slight blond in his arms and his smile widened into a grin. "And who knew what could come from a simple movie night?"
He had certainly not expected this, and obviously Christian hadn't either. And while his partner might feel hesitant to expose himself, Rowan did not suffer the same set of worries. Oh, he was surprised by this development, but he was also curious, intrigued, and pleased by it.
"Now. Did I hear something about coffee earlier?" Rowan straightened, not wanting to keep Christian to him longer than he was comfortable with but not quite letting go. He was ready to get out of the shower, but not quite ready to let go.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian snorted softly at Rowan's comment concerning his ability to make good first impressions. "Oh I suspect quite a few have thought otherwise over the years."
He smiled softly against his companion's shoulder, thinking it touching that Rowan would say otherwise.
"Something about trying to kill them or these days just throwing them in the brink... it seems to make a bad impression." Cris leaned back, part of the smile still lingering, and said. "I don't know why."
Christian laughed at Rowan's statement about movie night, looking at him in mock horror. "That's your idea of a -simple- movie night?" Shaking his head, he added. "I'm not sure I could manage those every week."
Thinking of the coffee, he sighed and nodded. "I'll need to put more on but it won't take long. By now the warmer has shut off and what is there is not fit for consumption."
He made quick work of cleaning the rest of him, wishing he could linger on cleaning his companion instead, but much as he'd like to, Cris knew he couldn't keep Rowan here with him all night. Turning off the water, he reached out and grabbed two towels, handing one to his companion.
Christian then padded naked back down to the kitchen, pouring out the old coffee and starting more before returning upstairs for some clean clothes. [I put your things on the chair in the bedroom.]
He smiled softly against his companion's shoulder, thinking it touching that Rowan would say otherwise.
"Something about trying to kill them or these days just throwing them in the brink... it seems to make a bad impression." Cris leaned back, part of the smile still lingering, and said. "I don't know why."
Christian laughed at Rowan's statement about movie night, looking at him in mock horror. "That's your idea of a -simple- movie night?" Shaking his head, he added. "I'm not sure I could manage those every week."
Thinking of the coffee, he sighed and nodded. "I'll need to put more on but it won't take long. By now the warmer has shut off and what is there is not fit for consumption."
He made quick work of cleaning the rest of him, wishing he could linger on cleaning his companion instead, but much as he'd like to, Cris knew he couldn't keep Rowan here with him all night. Turning off the water, he reached out and grabbed two towels, handing one to his companion.
Christian then padded naked back down to the kitchen, pouring out the old coffee and starting more before returning upstairs for some clean clothes. [I put your things on the chair in the bedroom.]
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
[Thank you.] Rowan located his clothing and dressed again, a pleasant warm feeling throughout his body that had little to do with the shower and more to do with the soothing tenor in his head. He could get used to that, too.
When Cris joined him he grinned at him. "Wouldn't do to have to go running naked up to my place later tonight when I have to get dressed for work."
Sitting on the bed he leaned back on his hands and watched Christian shamelessly while he dressed. It was a shame he had to go to work. Pulling his phone out of his pocket where he'd slipped it, on vibrate, for the movie last night, he glanced down. There were 6 messages. Rowan did a double take. What the... The display said it was far later than he had thought.
Rowan looked up at the brightly sunlit windows. His face went white.
"Christian? What's with the windows?" He said it slowly, hoping for a different answer than what he suspected.
When Cris joined him he grinned at him. "Wouldn't do to have to go running naked up to my place later tonight when I have to get dressed for work."
Sitting on the bed he leaned back on his hands and watched Christian shamelessly while he dressed. It was a shame he had to go to work. Pulling his phone out of his pocket where he'd slipped it, on vibrate, for the movie last night, he glanced down. There were 6 messages. Rowan did a double take. What the... The display said it was far later than he had thought.
Rowan looked up at the brightly sunlit windows. His face went white.
"Christian? What's with the windows?" He said it slowly, hoping for a different answer than what he suspected.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian slipped on a pair of khakis, noticing with a small smile that he very much had his partner's attention. He pulled a pale blue tee shirt over his head, walking back to Rowan and straddling his lap.
His companion's face was a bit pale and not exactly the reaction he was expecting. Cris looked over at the windows and then back at the redhead. "I'm on the ground floor. The windows to the outside are covered." He smiled. "Can't exactly go walking around naked with a view of the street."
Christian looked up at the morning sunshine over his homeland and sighed peacefully. " Artemis was kind enough to make me these. They change throughout the day, with sunrise coming in the evening so that I can enjoy the view while I'm awake and the light won't disturb me while I sleep." Surely his companion didn't think they were real, they'd both have been crispy, so it must be the difference in time that was throwing his companion off.
He looked down at the phone in Rowan's hand and frowned. "Did you have to go to work today?" Christian couldn't fathom drinking heavily on a night before he needed to work but then he proved just yesterday that drinking was not something he did often.
"Rowan, its mid evening."
His companion's face was a bit pale and not exactly the reaction he was expecting. Cris looked over at the windows and then back at the redhead. "I'm on the ground floor. The windows to the outside are covered." He smiled. "Can't exactly go walking around naked with a view of the street."
Christian looked up at the morning sunshine over his homeland and sighed peacefully. " Artemis was kind enough to make me these. They change throughout the day, with sunrise coming in the evening so that I can enjoy the view while I'm awake and the light won't disturb me while I sleep." Surely his companion didn't think they were real, they'd both have been crispy, so it must be the difference in time that was throwing his companion off.
He looked down at the phone in Rowan's hand and frowned. "Did you have to go to work today?" Christian couldn't fathom drinking heavily on a night before he needed to work but then he proved just yesterday that drinking was not something he did often.
"Rowan, its mid evening."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan just stared back and forth between the admittedly fantastic windows and the incredibly handsome blond on his lap as Christian spoke. He was still holding his phone in one hand but even distracted he loosely wrapped his free arm around Christian's narrow waist.
Dropping his head to his chest he groaned softly. "Of course," he said, the explanation for the stunning vista being obvious. "I'm not used to," he gestured around, to Christian's pretty fantastic apartment with its incredibly modern, high-tech fixtures, "all of this."
Rowan was used to living a fairly normal, run-of-the-mill life. He'd come from a chain of small towns recently, traveling down from Canada through the Dakotas before landing in Nachton. When he'd awoken this morning he'd noted the windows and their beautiful view but he hadn't realized they were directly inverse to the actual time of day.
"I'm an idiot," he mourned, genuinely distressed at this massive oversight. he nodded at Christian. "I was supposed to be there hours ago."
He wrapped his other arm around Christian and stood, taking the blond with him and kissing him gently. "I have to go," he said, reluctance heavy in his voice.
Rowan loved what he did. More than that, though, he was needed there. He was the only full time pediatrician on staff and also the only one with multiple degrees in different medical fields. Coupled with a reasonably strong work ethic, he was chagrined to have lost track of the time.
The only thing was, Rowan was transfixed by what was happening here with Christian. He felt like he was tearing himself away from something very important. "I don't want to," he said, enunciating the words and giving them extra emphasis, "but I have to."
He considered what he had gleaned from Christian in the short time they had spent together, the bits and pieces of himself that Christian had shared that seemed so uncertain and fragile in spite of his obvious strength. Rowan bent and pressed his cheek to Christian's and then pulled back and looked solemnly into his bright blue eyes and said, "Don't second guess this while I'm gone, please. This was right. This is right."
Rowan smiled and took a deep breath. "Let me show you how I know?"
With care he summoned up the easiest sort of glamour he knew how to do; the mirroring of his own emotions. It had taken him years to learn how to make someone feel an emotion he himself was not feeling. Until then, this had been the best he could do and he was very good at it. Rowan was generally in touch with his emotions and those of the people around him; his particular abilities made it possible for him to hide them, read them, understand them, and, this way, share them.
So he focused on Christian and opened himself up completely, letting Christian feel what he felt and exactly what he felt; a full-body warmth that came from the newness of their association, the fascination he felt with his companion, the affection, the slight nervousness of wanting to be what Christian sought. All this was layered with the ache in his chest at the idea of leaving, a slight fear that Christian might decide it was a mistake, a fervent hope for more, the wistfulness of wishing he didn't have to go.
It was a lot to feel, and probably a lot to flood someone else with but Rowan wanted Christian to know just what he meant when he repeated the words, "I'm sorry. I have to go."
He didn't run until he was out of Christian's apartment. Then, he dashed to the elevators and rode up to his floor, changed into his scrubs, and was back down heading to his car within minutes. The entire time, he could not stop thinking of Christian, and he couldn't find anything wrong with that.
((ooc: Rowan out))
Dropping his head to his chest he groaned softly. "Of course," he said, the explanation for the stunning vista being obvious. "I'm not used to," he gestured around, to Christian's pretty fantastic apartment with its incredibly modern, high-tech fixtures, "all of this."
Rowan was used to living a fairly normal, run-of-the-mill life. He'd come from a chain of small towns recently, traveling down from Canada through the Dakotas before landing in Nachton. When he'd awoken this morning he'd noted the windows and their beautiful view but he hadn't realized they were directly inverse to the actual time of day.
"I'm an idiot," he mourned, genuinely distressed at this massive oversight. he nodded at Christian. "I was supposed to be there hours ago."
He wrapped his other arm around Christian and stood, taking the blond with him and kissing him gently. "I have to go," he said, reluctance heavy in his voice.
Rowan loved what he did. More than that, though, he was needed there. He was the only full time pediatrician on staff and also the only one with multiple degrees in different medical fields. Coupled with a reasonably strong work ethic, he was chagrined to have lost track of the time.
The only thing was, Rowan was transfixed by what was happening here with Christian. He felt like he was tearing himself away from something very important. "I don't want to," he said, enunciating the words and giving them extra emphasis, "but I have to."
He considered what he had gleaned from Christian in the short time they had spent together, the bits and pieces of himself that Christian had shared that seemed so uncertain and fragile in spite of his obvious strength. Rowan bent and pressed his cheek to Christian's and then pulled back and looked solemnly into his bright blue eyes and said, "Don't second guess this while I'm gone, please. This was right. This is right."
Rowan smiled and took a deep breath. "Let me show you how I know?"
With care he summoned up the easiest sort of glamour he knew how to do; the mirroring of his own emotions. It had taken him years to learn how to make someone feel an emotion he himself was not feeling. Until then, this had been the best he could do and he was very good at it. Rowan was generally in touch with his emotions and those of the people around him; his particular abilities made it possible for him to hide them, read them, understand them, and, this way, share them.
So he focused on Christian and opened himself up completely, letting Christian feel what he felt and exactly what he felt; a full-body warmth that came from the newness of their association, the fascination he felt with his companion, the affection, the slight nervousness of wanting to be what Christian sought. All this was layered with the ache in his chest at the idea of leaving, a slight fear that Christian might decide it was a mistake, a fervent hope for more, the wistfulness of wishing he didn't have to go.
It was a lot to feel, and probably a lot to flood someone else with but Rowan wanted Christian to know just what he meant when he repeated the words, "I'm sorry. I have to go."
He didn't run until he was out of Christian's apartment. Then, he dashed to the elevators and rode up to his floor, changed into his scrubs, and was back down heading to his car within minutes. The entire time, he could not stop thinking of Christian, and he couldn't find anything wrong with that.
((ooc: Rowan out))
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian nodded, he understood that Rowan was now late for work. He wished he had thought to ask. It had not occurred to him that his companion would take the windows as an indication of the time of day since they obviously didn't show what was really outside. To him they were a clock, of sorts, but he had grown used to it.
He nodded quietly back at Rowan when he was asked not to second guess what happened here later. Cris thought that he probably would, going through everything he could remember and making sure what he thought was true in the heat of the moment -was- true later. He wondered whether Rowan was telling him this because he was worried about second guessing things himself or because he somehow knew that Cris would.
Rowan was going to show him that everything that happened was right. Christian wasn't sure how he planned to do that but he nodded and waited. He was expecting a kiss or something, a deep embrace before parting. He was -not- expecting emotions that were not his own, but were so very similar. Cris let them wash over him with a quiet sigh. When Rowan was done, he smiled softly, a little shaken but perhaps a little more hopeful.
He was still going to second guess things but perhaps now a little less. Christian walked Rowan to the entrance, watching the redhead leave before shutting the door and going back to his now empty feeling apartment.
((OOC: Christian out ))
He nodded quietly back at Rowan when he was asked not to second guess what happened here later. Cris thought that he probably would, going through everything he could remember and making sure what he thought was true in the heat of the moment -was- true later. He wondered whether Rowan was telling him this because he was worried about second guessing things himself or because he somehow knew that Cris would.
Rowan was going to show him that everything that happened was right. Christian wasn't sure how he planned to do that but he nodded and waited. He was expecting a kiss or something, a deep embrace before parting. He was -not- expecting emotions that were not his own, but were so very similar. Cris let them wash over him with a quiet sigh. When Rowan was done, he smiled softly, a little shaken but perhaps a little more hopeful.
He was still going to second guess things but perhaps now a little less. Christian walked Rowan to the entrance, watching the redhead leave before shutting the door and going back to his now empty feeling apartment.
((OOC: Christian out ))