Rowan smiled up at Cris. "I'm glad you like them. I don't remember getting any of them but I currently like them too."
That hadn't always been the case. Rowan had tried to get rid of them. They served as a poignant reminder of his unknown past, which he tried to avoid as often as possible. He had been hot and cold about them over the years. This century, he liked them.
Rowan groaned as Cris stopped moving his hand. "Oh god," he said, utilizing one of his previously mentioned two word phrases. "Stop helping."
Cris took pity on him and did just that. [I do want you. I do need you,] he sent in response to Cris's voice. [What you're doing to me now is driving me crazy.]
He proved it by showing Christian the emotions running through him at that moment; his blend of affection, desire, sheer lust. "You're more than memorable too, Cris." Rowan smiled and sighed happily. "As has been proven this past week."
When Cris retrieved the poor abused insufficiently-sized tube from his nightstand Rowan watched him with undisguised anticipation. He whimpered softly as both of Chris's hands went to work upon him, trying to focus on both actions and words, his eyes watching his lover's face intently as he spoke.
Cris's explanation for his hunting habits made perfect sense to Rowan. What he did know about Cris at work was so counter to the person beneath that professional surface that there had to be an outlet somewhere. Look at his own strange little fetish, after all. Rowan was certainly not one to criticize. He shifted his feelings slightly, adding to what he was sharing with Cris with a warm wave of understanding tinted with curiosity.
[Do you want company? I think... that would be fun.] Rowan was having trouble formulating sentences once more, which was why it was so much easier to use his mirror. [If it's yours though, tell me. I don't want to be in your way.]
There were things he wanted to add to that; he could have explained himself better, could have said much more. But Christian's talented fingers were driving him to distraction and beyond.
"I want to know everything," he gasped out softly, his hands moving down to smooth themselves over Cris's thighs, gripping them a little. He moaned a bit louder as Christian's fingers moved within him. "But... god... tell me while you're inside me. Because I do need you now."
If Cris wanted him to beg he would. Rowan moved his hips restlessly, thrusting himself into his lover's hands, panting lightly as the combined sensations threatened to overwhelm him.
"Please."
Wiimatch:Part 3
The sound of Rowan in his head just about undid him. It was very hard not show any outward signs of what that mental plea had done to him. His companion wasn't the only one having trouble keeping his hands to himself. Rowan's choking fit was a somewhat unexpected result and he looked over at the redhead in concern.
The text though. Smart and so very sexy. He couldn't refuse to answer that text, even with guests. Hell, Cris wasn't sure World War III could have convinced him to ignore it. Timely too because he wasn't sure that he would have continued their game for much longer, not after that soft moan. His own repressed desires were equally tormenting and they could all talk just fine with him sitting in Rowan's lap on the floor; though to be honest, being there would not allow him to concentrate very well on anything that was being said.
It seemed that everyone was coming close to winding down for the evening anyway. Alex and Eiryk were curled up companionably on the sofa and he was sure they would be glad for the privacy of their own place.
After thanking them for coming and assuring them that he was capable of performing with the needed mental faculties, he waved goodbye to them both.
Closing the door, he leaned against it and arched an eyebrow at his partner in crime.
"So... about these issues... Care to tell me about them? Perhaps I can be of some assistance."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian was relieved that Rowan accepted this admitted quirk and proved it through his glamour; though he was making it very difficult to have any patience while sending him his desperate desire as well.
He thought about what Rowan had asked him. Would he like company while he was hunting? How would that work? His partner needed to feed as well but doing so from the same person would require that they both took a small amount and there were only going to be so many situations where someone would find being with the both of them acceptable. It turned his mind to the HoP; where such a thing was not completely unheard of.
[Do you want to go out with me as a different persona? Or hunt with me? I wouldn't mind either of those if you are interested.] He wondered what kind of person would appeal to his companion. Hoping that the acceptance he felt now would hold up when he behave as someone completely different. Christian thought they could at least try it. Because of Rowan's own version of sending he at least had the confidence to believe that if his partner didn't enjoy the experience that it wouldn't be the end of them as a couple. Christian raised his eyebrows at his lover. [How good are you at acting?]
His lover's gasps and moans were distracting him enough that he was not exactly worried about the answer to his question at the moment. Cris smiled in satisfaction as Rowan gripped his legs harder and told him that he needed him...now.
Christian removed his hands from his companion and coated his own erection while he considered what fantasy to tell his partner. "You left in hurry when we last saw each other." He gave Rowan a reassuring smile; he understood his reasons and respected his companion's work ethic. " I thought about coming to see you then."
He slowly guided himself into his lover, sighing with pleasure at the feel of Rowan around him. "I am sure you were busy, rushed..." Cris stopped for a moment as he began to move, reaching down to stroke his partner in time to his thrusts. Not trusting the continued steadiness of his voice, he swapped to sending as he pushed into Rowan in long deep strokes. [ I would let you know I was there somewhere in the building and send to you the thoughts of you that I had been having since you left. I would wait until you had a few moments alone. Take you somewhere private and give you one of the best blow jobs of your life.] Christian smiled [Then send you back to work.] It was a short fantasy, nothing elaborate. When they knew each other better he was sure there would be more. Next week was already proving to be filled with more interesting day dreams.
He thought about what Rowan had asked him. Would he like company while he was hunting? How would that work? His partner needed to feed as well but doing so from the same person would require that they both took a small amount and there were only going to be so many situations where someone would find being with the both of them acceptable. It turned his mind to the HoP; where such a thing was not completely unheard of.
[Do you want to go out with me as a different persona? Or hunt with me? I wouldn't mind either of those if you are interested.] He wondered what kind of person would appeal to his companion. Hoping that the acceptance he felt now would hold up when he behave as someone completely different. Christian thought they could at least try it. Because of Rowan's own version of sending he at least had the confidence to believe that if his partner didn't enjoy the experience that it wouldn't be the end of them as a couple. Christian raised his eyebrows at his lover. [How good are you at acting?]
His lover's gasps and moans were distracting him enough that he was not exactly worried about the answer to his question at the moment. Cris smiled in satisfaction as Rowan gripped his legs harder and told him that he needed him...now.
Christian removed his hands from his companion and coated his own erection while he considered what fantasy to tell his partner. "You left in hurry when we last saw each other." He gave Rowan a reassuring smile; he understood his reasons and respected his companion's work ethic. " I thought about coming to see you then."
He slowly guided himself into his lover, sighing with pleasure at the feel of Rowan around him. "I am sure you were busy, rushed..." Cris stopped for a moment as he began to move, reaching down to stroke his partner in time to his thrusts. Not trusting the continued steadiness of his voice, he swapped to sending as he pushed into Rowan in long deep strokes. [ I would let you know I was there somewhere in the building and send to you the thoughts of you that I had been having since you left. I would wait until you had a few moments alone. Take you somewhere private and give you one of the best blow jobs of your life.] Christian smiled [Then send you back to work.] It was a short fantasy, nothing elaborate. When they knew each other better he was sure there would be more. Next week was already proving to be filled with more interesting day dreams.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan was completely losing track of the more serious conversation, spoken or sent. He really was trying. But Christian was making it impossible to continue in that thread much longer. Those hands were driving him to utter distraction. Usually he was much more in control of himself but it was Cris, who made him lose sight of everything, who made him feel this aching urgent need for everything, all of him, now. Hell, they weren't even done and Rowan wanted him again.
[Either. Both. Hell you can hunt me and we'll see if I figure it out before it's too late,] he sent with a disbelieving laugh as he arched his back into Christian's hands again. [Details... later. I promise.]
He simply couldn't continue. He gasped with relief as Cris moved away, closing his eyes in anticipation of the feel of his lover entering him. He wasn't disappointed. That delicious pressure combined with the sound of Cris's voice and the feel of his hand... Rowan was in ecstasy. He almost forgot to listen to what Cris was saying, but he refocused as Christian began to send to him.
Rowan gripped the bed cover, opening his eyes again as Cris detailed this fantasy of his, the erotic words only heightening the tense, urgent desire inside. Christian's hands were perfect, his deep thrusts intense and amazingly satisfying. Rowan could see pleasure on his face, maybe bordering the sense of euphoria Rowan felt within.
[You left something out,] he managed to send in return, his lips curling up in a knowing smile. [You forgot about the part where I get to reciprocate. Like I did earlier. With you, all of you, in my mouth. I loved that. I loved tasting you.]
He couldn't continue to send; it was Cris's gift, not his. So Rowan continued aloud, his voice hoarse and ragged. "You taste like no one else." He watched Cris with intensity, forcing his eyes to remain open. "You feel like no one else."
There was absolutely no one else like Christian. Rowan was becoming steadily and rapidly convinced of that fact. Cris was spoiling him. Only a week into it; only their second day together, and he was losing his taste for anyone else. Even his hunting had been suspiciously PG-13. And, perhaps most surprising, he was just fine with that.
[Either. Both. Hell you can hunt me and we'll see if I figure it out before it's too late,] he sent with a disbelieving laugh as he arched his back into Christian's hands again. [Details... later. I promise.]
He simply couldn't continue. He gasped with relief as Cris moved away, closing his eyes in anticipation of the feel of his lover entering him. He wasn't disappointed. That delicious pressure combined with the sound of Cris's voice and the feel of his hand... Rowan was in ecstasy. He almost forgot to listen to what Cris was saying, but he refocused as Christian began to send to him.
Rowan gripped the bed cover, opening his eyes again as Cris detailed this fantasy of his, the erotic words only heightening the tense, urgent desire inside. Christian's hands were perfect, his deep thrusts intense and amazingly satisfying. Rowan could see pleasure on his face, maybe bordering the sense of euphoria Rowan felt within.
[You left something out,] he managed to send in return, his lips curling up in a knowing smile. [You forgot about the part where I get to reciprocate. Like I did earlier. With you, all of you, in my mouth. I loved that. I loved tasting you.]
He couldn't continue to send; it was Cris's gift, not his. So Rowan continued aloud, his voice hoarse and ragged. "You taste like no one else." He watched Cris with intensity, forcing his eyes to remain open. "You feel like no one else."
There was absolutely no one else like Christian. Rowan was becoming steadily and rapidly convinced of that fact. Cris was spoiling him. Only a week into it; only their second day together, and he was losing his taste for anyone else. Even his hunting had been suspiciously PG-13. And, perhaps most surprising, he was just fine with that.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
[Yes, later] Christian was more than happy to discuss it when they weren't both desperate for release. The idea intrigued him and he would like to give it more thought than he could currently afford to spare.
He inhaled sharply at Rowan's addition to the fantasy. [The sight of me in your mouth...] Christian moaned and increased the pace, turned on beyond words by that mental image on top of seeing his lover now, gripping the sheets and watching him with such a lust filled expression.
Cris agreed with Rowan. There was something so compelling about the redhead. It was everything together, the physical attraction, his personality, the growing emotion, all of it. Right this moment he would have a hard time expressing that. He did not have his partner's gift to clearly show him how he felt. Christian simply said. [ I feel the same. You are unique.] Perhaps that could be better said, hopefully Rowan would forgive his lack of eloquence under the present circumstances.
He closed his eyes a moment, feeling his control slipping away and the urgent need to move faster and strive harder for his own climax was quickly becoming the sole thought in his head. Cris opened them again, looking down at Rowan.
[I want to feel you come in my hand... I want to watch you.]
He stroked his partner urgently, insistently, hoping to see his lover's climax before he was lost in the throws of his own.
He inhaled sharply at Rowan's addition to the fantasy. [The sight of me in your mouth...] Christian moaned and increased the pace, turned on beyond words by that mental image on top of seeing his lover now, gripping the sheets and watching him with such a lust filled expression.
Cris agreed with Rowan. There was something so compelling about the redhead. It was everything together, the physical attraction, his personality, the growing emotion, all of it. Right this moment he would have a hard time expressing that. He did not have his partner's gift to clearly show him how he felt. Christian simply said. [ I feel the same. You are unique.] Perhaps that could be better said, hopefully Rowan would forgive his lack of eloquence under the present circumstances.
He closed his eyes a moment, feeling his control slipping away and the urgent need to move faster and strive harder for his own climax was quickly becoming the sole thought in his head. Cris opened them again, looking down at Rowan.
[I want to feel you come in my hand... I want to watch you.]
He stroked his partner urgently, insistently, hoping to see his lover's climax before he was lost in the throws of his own.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan smiled wider and gasped as Cris picked up his pace. This was what he wanted; this complete abandon, this near loss of control, the absence of that careful restraint that seemed to define Cris outside the boundaries of this home. He didn't know that as a certainty but he read people fairly well and he recalled with excellent clarity the times he had met Cris out and about in the towers. Both aspects intrigued him. Both facets appealed.
Hooking his legs over Cris's hips Rowan pulled, encouraging his lover to greater force, greater speed. [Yes,] he said, mirroring a flood of desire toward Christian. [I want you wild and unrestricted. I want all of you.]
Rowan couldn't continue much longer. He continued to send forth those delicious waves of erotic desire, pure carnal lust, and the absolute attraction he felt. His breath came in short gasps as Cris's hand slid easily along his length, urging him toward climax. That demand, voiced directly into his head, made his sluggish heart pound in his chest. He felt it begin, the waves of ecstasy that led inescapably to that release both he and Cris sought.
Rowan raised himself on his elbow, reaching one shaking hand out, just barely able to brush his fingertips against Christian's cheek. His only objection was that he could not hold Cris now but it was a small one, overshadowed by the fact that he was seconds away from his own climax.
He came as he dropped his head back, thrusting hard into Cris's hand before going still for a moment, feeling himself tense and tighten everywhere, feeling Cris's hard length buried within him as he lost himself. The hand that he rested on gripped the bedcover and nearly tore it as he let loose a loud cry of release that was somewhere between scream, growl, and groan.
"Cris," he moaned softly as he worked himself against his lover. Just his name. Anything else was impossible right now. He was seeing stars, certain he just might pass out, yet eager to feel Christian come buried so deeply within him.
Hooking his legs over Cris's hips Rowan pulled, encouraging his lover to greater force, greater speed. [Yes,] he said, mirroring a flood of desire toward Christian. [I want you wild and unrestricted. I want all of you.]
Rowan couldn't continue much longer. He continued to send forth those delicious waves of erotic desire, pure carnal lust, and the absolute attraction he felt. His breath came in short gasps as Cris's hand slid easily along his length, urging him toward climax. That demand, voiced directly into his head, made his sluggish heart pound in his chest. He felt it begin, the waves of ecstasy that led inescapably to that release both he and Cris sought.
Rowan raised himself on his elbow, reaching one shaking hand out, just barely able to brush his fingertips against Christian's cheek. His only objection was that he could not hold Cris now but it was a small one, overshadowed by the fact that he was seconds away from his own climax.
He came as he dropped his head back, thrusting hard into Cris's hand before going still for a moment, feeling himself tense and tighten everywhere, feeling Cris's hard length buried within him as he lost himself. The hand that he rested on gripped the bedcover and nearly tore it as he let loose a loud cry of release that was somewhere between scream, growl, and groan.
"Cris," he moaned softly as he worked himself against his lover. Just his name. Anything else was impossible right now. He was seeing stars, certain he just might pass out, yet eager to feel Christian come buried so deeply within him.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian wondered distractedly if he even knew what wild and unrestricted was anymore. If it felt like this then he'd do it as often as possible. He let go of his restraint, knowing that they were both close. Rowan's glamour, the sight and feel of him, all of it together was overwhelming.
There were times when you knew that the combination of sensation and timing was going to produce a powerful climax that left you shuddering and spent afterward. This was one of those times. With Rowan asking him to let go, Cris abandoned himself to seeking his own pleasure, he rode his lover with a frantic, need filled pace. He favored Rowan with a crooked smile at the affectionate touch of his fingers. He was doing his best to focus on continuing to move his hand with the same urgent rhythm, desperately wanting to watch Rowan as much as he wanted to reach his own bliss.
His lover's climax was captivating to behold and Christian soaked it in. Rowan was amazingly sexy with his head thrown back and his hips arched into his hand. The sound of his own voice joined his partner's as the feel of Rowan's release pulsed in his grasp. Cris cried out, overcome by the jarringly intense ecstasy as it washed over him, leaving him gasping and spent. He clung to Rowan for a long moment before finding the strength and will to move.
"God, you're going to be the death of me."
Reluctantly he pulled away, climbing out of bed long enough to clean himself and bring back a towel for his lover. Climbing back into bed, Cris wrapped himself around his partner. Laying his head against Rowan's shoulder with a sigh of utter contentment, he added. "But I swear I will enjoy every second of it."
There were times when you knew that the combination of sensation and timing was going to produce a powerful climax that left you shuddering and spent afterward. This was one of those times. With Rowan asking him to let go, Cris abandoned himself to seeking his own pleasure, he rode his lover with a frantic, need filled pace. He favored Rowan with a crooked smile at the affectionate touch of his fingers. He was doing his best to focus on continuing to move his hand with the same urgent rhythm, desperately wanting to watch Rowan as much as he wanted to reach his own bliss.
His lover's climax was captivating to behold and Christian soaked it in. Rowan was amazingly sexy with his head thrown back and his hips arched into his hand. The sound of his own voice joined his partner's as the feel of Rowan's release pulsed in his grasp. Cris cried out, overcome by the jarringly intense ecstasy as it washed over him, leaving him gasping and spent. He clung to Rowan for a long moment before finding the strength and will to move.
"God, you're going to be the death of me."
Reluctantly he pulled away, climbing out of bed long enough to clean himself and bring back a towel for his lover. Climbing back into bed, Cris wrapped himself around his partner. Laying his head against Rowan's shoulder with a sigh of utter contentment, he added. "But I swear I will enjoy every second of it."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
The intensity of their mutual release left Rowan lying on Cris's bed in a state of complete lassitude. He wasn't sure he could move if he wanted to. Christian's voice sounded like he felt and Rowan laughed softly as his lover disappeared for a minute to return with a towel which Rowan accepted thankfully.
He gave a soft, moaning sigh of content as Cris rejoined him in bed, silly smile affixed to his lips. "I think you have a long way to go before death," he mused. "I'll try to make it as slow and torturous as possible."
Cris lay wrapped around him, which was a delightful feeling by itself. Rowan squirmed a little closer, tangled his legs with Cris's, and wrapped his arms around the smaller man. While he didn't feel drunk anymore by a long shot, he still felt that pleasant little edge of 'buzzed' that made everything just that much closer to 'all right.' Or that could have been the mind-blowing sex.
He let his hand drift over Cris's back, rubbing gently, just enjoying the atmosphere now; quiet, peaceful, still charged with energy but that was so far beneath everything else it was an afterthought, a little reminder of 'later.'
Rowan closed his eyes, knowing he wasn't about to fall asleep just yet. His mind was plenty active, or would be shortly. Only his body was spent for the moment and even that would recover soon. There was plenty he wanted to say in those quiet few moments but he held his tongue. Instead he rubbed his cheek against the top of Cris's head.
"Anything you wanted to do in particular, for the next two nights? I'm all yours if you still want me."
Cris had already made that offer in his own way and Rowan doubted he'd have changed his mind. After their time off who knew when they would have a chance to spend time together again? From what Rowan understood, Cris's schedule was as busy as his own. He was going to eke every pleasurable moment from their immediate future.
He gave a soft, moaning sigh of content as Cris rejoined him in bed, silly smile affixed to his lips. "I think you have a long way to go before death," he mused. "I'll try to make it as slow and torturous as possible."
Cris lay wrapped around him, which was a delightful feeling by itself. Rowan squirmed a little closer, tangled his legs with Cris's, and wrapped his arms around the smaller man. While he didn't feel drunk anymore by a long shot, he still felt that pleasant little edge of 'buzzed' that made everything just that much closer to 'all right.' Or that could have been the mind-blowing sex.
He let his hand drift over Cris's back, rubbing gently, just enjoying the atmosphere now; quiet, peaceful, still charged with energy but that was so far beneath everything else it was an afterthought, a little reminder of 'later.'
Rowan closed his eyes, knowing he wasn't about to fall asleep just yet. His mind was plenty active, or would be shortly. Only his body was spent for the moment and even that would recover soon. There was plenty he wanted to say in those quiet few moments but he held his tongue. Instead he rubbed his cheek against the top of Cris's head.
"Anything you wanted to do in particular, for the next two nights? I'm all yours if you still want me."
Cris had already made that offer in his own way and Rowan doubted he'd have changed his mind. After their time off who knew when they would have a chance to spend time together again? From what Rowan understood, Cris's schedule was as busy as his own. He was going to eke every pleasurable moment from their immediate future.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian raised his eyebrows and snorted softly at Rowan's determination to make his death slow and torturous.
He enjoyed the warmth of his lover's exertion heated body in contrast to the air cooling the other side of his own flushed skin. This was comfortable. He sighed peacefully when his companion scooted closer and wrapped his arms around him. Cris nestled closer into the curve of his lover's neck. The hand on his back was soothing and his eyes drifted closed. He opened them again when Rowan spoke.
"Of course I want you."
Christian squeezed his lover tighter, leaning up enough to smile down at him. "I will happily monopolize all your time off if you let me."
He ran a hand lightly down Rowan's chest while he thought about what they could do when they were not here in this room. Cris wanted to know the rest of his partner, not just how good he was in bed.
"So now that you can think again and I can focus on what you're saying. Tell me what you were going to say before...about my habits." Christian looked away. "I would like you to join me. If you don't think it would bother you to see me different."
Propping himself up on his elbow, Cris added. "We can find more normal things to do also. What are you interested in? I believe we've ruled out bull riding for me but I will cheer you on from the sidelines and pick up the pieces afterward." His eyes glittered with amusement. "Or we could find a nice book."
The idea of the book club seemed much more appealing if they could read while in bed. However Christian wasn't sure they would get very far through it that way.
He enjoyed the warmth of his lover's exertion heated body in contrast to the air cooling the other side of his own flushed skin. This was comfortable. He sighed peacefully when his companion scooted closer and wrapped his arms around him. Cris nestled closer into the curve of his lover's neck. The hand on his back was soothing and his eyes drifted closed. He opened them again when Rowan spoke.
"Of course I want you."
Christian squeezed his lover tighter, leaning up enough to smile down at him. "I will happily monopolize all your time off if you let me."
He ran a hand lightly down Rowan's chest while he thought about what they could do when they were not here in this room. Cris wanted to know the rest of his partner, not just how good he was in bed.
"So now that you can think again and I can focus on what you're saying. Tell me what you were going to say before...about my habits." Christian looked away. "I would like you to join me. If you don't think it would bother you to see me different."
Propping himself up on his elbow, Cris added. "We can find more normal things to do also. What are you interested in? I believe we've ruled out bull riding for me but I will cheer you on from the sidelines and pick up the pieces afterward." His eyes glittered with amusement. "Or we could find a nice book."
The idea of the book club seemed much more appealing if they could read while in bed. However Christian wasn't sure they would get very far through it that way.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan enjoyed Christian's smile, especially when it seemed that it was meant for him and only him. He had to assume that was the case here, as there was no one else present. He grinned back. "Monopolize my time, hmm? I don't mind being monopolized. If you can give me an idea from week to week what your schedule looks like, I'll try to be mindful of making my time coincide with yours."
It wouldn't always work; he was sure Cris understood that as well as he did. But if they both made a little effort it might be possible, at least, to find time for each other. He wasn't sure how flexible Cris's hours were. Rowan's were probably a lot more unpredictable. But he had some leverage, being the only pediatrician on staff at the clinic, and the only one with degrees in multiple fields. He wouldn't hesitate to use that leverage. He didn't mind being overused when it was just himself, but he wouldn't like it to interfere with Christian's time.
When Cris looked away at the mention of his habits gain Rowan reached out and gently rested his fingertips against Christian's chin, turning his face toward him. He gave him a bright, open smile. "How would it bother me to see you different? I've seen you stern-faced in a suit; I've seen you crazy with lust, naked and about to come in my mouth. How could anything in between be a bother?"
Laughing, he kissed Cris softly. "Just promise me that when we're alone together, I will be with Cris. That's all."
He thought back to what Cris had been saying before they'd both lost track of the previous conversation. "I'm not a bad actor. At the same time though, I can be tough to dress up."
Rowan had experienced that firsthand. He did have a somewhat finely boned face, but his body was fairly muscular and didn't dress up well in anything but masculine fashions. Yeah... he'd worn a dress before... but even he had to admit he'd made a fugly woman. Cris, on the other hand, Rowan imagined could pull off just about any disguise or persona.
"Whether you want a hunting partner, or someone to play games with... I'm happy to come along in whatever capacity you want. And like I said before, you're welcome to hunt me, too." He smiled a little wickedly. "I kind of like the idea of not knowing who you'll be. Or where."
Rowan could see the possibilities in this scenario. How could he meet Cris out if he didn't know who Cris was? That would be an excellent game. As Cris leaned up on his elbow Rowan watched him shamelessly, enjoying the handsome features, his bright blue eyes, his tousled blond hair. He let his fingertips drift along Cris's neck, tracing the line of his collar bone to the hollow of his throat.
"What do I like?" He thought about it and shortly determined that his pass times were sadly attuned to being done by one person. "I write a lot," he said thoughtfully. "And read. I do calligraphy. Not easy with two people."
He rolled his eyes upward. "Sailing. Do you like the ocean? Do any time in the Swiss navy? I brought a couple of my boats with me. I'd love to take you out sometime."
That was said with some hope. Rowan loved to sail, and that was something he would gladly share with Cris. In fact, the seeds of an idea had already begun to form but he kept it to himself.
"Fencing too. I wasn't joking there, I'd love to meet some folks to spar with."
He looked up expectantly; hopefully something in there had struck a chord with Christian. Rowan's hobbies were slightly eclectic and, surprisingly for someone as social as he was, they were very solitary ones.
It wouldn't always work; he was sure Cris understood that as well as he did. But if they both made a little effort it might be possible, at least, to find time for each other. He wasn't sure how flexible Cris's hours were. Rowan's were probably a lot more unpredictable. But he had some leverage, being the only pediatrician on staff at the clinic, and the only one with degrees in multiple fields. He wouldn't hesitate to use that leverage. He didn't mind being overused when it was just himself, but he wouldn't like it to interfere with Christian's time.
When Cris looked away at the mention of his habits gain Rowan reached out and gently rested his fingertips against Christian's chin, turning his face toward him. He gave him a bright, open smile. "How would it bother me to see you different? I've seen you stern-faced in a suit; I've seen you crazy with lust, naked and about to come in my mouth. How could anything in between be a bother?"
Laughing, he kissed Cris softly. "Just promise me that when we're alone together, I will be with Cris. That's all."
He thought back to what Cris had been saying before they'd both lost track of the previous conversation. "I'm not a bad actor. At the same time though, I can be tough to dress up."
Rowan had experienced that firsthand. He did have a somewhat finely boned face, but his body was fairly muscular and didn't dress up well in anything but masculine fashions. Yeah... he'd worn a dress before... but even he had to admit he'd made a fugly woman. Cris, on the other hand, Rowan imagined could pull off just about any disguise or persona.
"Whether you want a hunting partner, or someone to play games with... I'm happy to come along in whatever capacity you want. And like I said before, you're welcome to hunt me, too." He smiled a little wickedly. "I kind of like the idea of not knowing who you'll be. Or where."
Rowan could see the possibilities in this scenario. How could he meet Cris out if he didn't know who Cris was? That would be an excellent game. As Cris leaned up on his elbow Rowan watched him shamelessly, enjoying the handsome features, his bright blue eyes, his tousled blond hair. He let his fingertips drift along Cris's neck, tracing the line of his collar bone to the hollow of his throat.
"What do I like?" He thought about it and shortly determined that his pass times were sadly attuned to being done by one person. "I write a lot," he said thoughtfully. "And read. I do calligraphy. Not easy with two people."
He rolled his eyes upward. "Sailing. Do you like the ocean? Do any time in the Swiss navy? I brought a couple of my boats with me. I'd love to take you out sometime."
That was said with some hope. Rowan loved to sail, and that was something he would gladly share with Cris. In fact, the seeds of an idea had already begun to form but he kept it to himself.
"Fencing too. I wasn't joking there, I'd love to meet some folks to spar with."
He looked up expectantly; hopefully something in there had struck a chord with Christian. Rowan's hobbies were slightly eclectic and, surprisingly for someone as social as he was, they were very solitary ones.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
"I think it would be easier for you to give me your hours for the week. Aside from emergencies, I'm the one who makes the schedule for Security and I can work around yours." If Rowan's was also somewhat flexible then he suspected they might regularly see each other despite both working disgustingly long hours.
Christian looked down at Rowan, blinking at the graphic visual that clearly displayed two sides of his personality. Feeling a touch of lust stir within him at the latter image. "Those are both me. These tend to be less me."
He looked at his partner for a long moment, trying to find a way to better explain. "I...like to play a role for the evening. If we ended up alone because of it then I would want to stay in character." Christian sighed and frowned slightly. This quirk of his was strange and perhaps it would have been better not to mention it. He sat up straighter and thought for a moment on how to explain. "I come up with the character and for the time I have given myself I like to see where that persona goes, what they do, live life as that role. I don't feel satisfied unless I can see it through to the end."
Cris let it pass. They could try it once and see how it went; if Rowan didn't enjoy it then he would just hunt separately. At least his partner said he was okay with the habit.
Looking down at Rowan with a critical eye, Christian ran a finger down his lover's cheek. "You could be pretty...but I don't know how often we have a call for female wrestler." He chuckled softly. "Its okay. I'm fine with being the one in a dress. I promise."
Despite his earlier statement about people assuming he would take on the sexual role of a female stand in, he didn't mind playing a woman. Christian liked and respected women and found that he learned a lot through playing one from time to time. They were strong, yet soft, extremely resilient, yet caring. Not all, obviously but society had carved out different roles for each gender and only now where they starting to blend and merge. It was interesting to watch.
Leaning down to Rowan's neck, he spoke quietly, desire and hunger colouring his voice. "I'd love to hunt you." Christian ran his fangs lightly across the sensitive skin. "Do I get a prize for succeeding?"
Settling down next against his partner once more, Cris listened to the things that Rowan liked to do. He found it interesting that so many were solitary; he wondered whether those things were a break from being around people so often. Christian needed to be with people in order to pull away from his work and relax; perhaps Rowan did things alone so that he could take some time to rest and simply enjoy being himself.
"No, I think it would be hard to share in calligraphy. I make the toys that are around here, metal working and wood working. I don't see that being very team oriented either."
Christian laughed about spending any time in the Swiss Navy. "I suspect I will spend more time with it in the future." He smirked to himself about the popular brand of lubricant. "I do love sailing though. Ironically much more than I ever liked horses." Boats were more reliable in his opinion, any machine was. He had been ecstatic when cars became the popular mode of transportation.
"We have a date fencing already, with the viking and his axe next week."
"We can go out and see the town if you like. I don't want you to think I always have to be someone other than myself to relax." Though that had been the truth for a very long time now. At least it was the habit. He went out to hunt and made an evening or two out of it, slowly unwinding and recuperating as someone else for a while. Occasionally he would be himself out with Alfarinn but a part of him was always looking over his shoulder for anyone out to harm his elder. It made the evening more tense than strictly necessary; he just couldn't shake himself of the habit.
Christian looked down at Rowan, blinking at the graphic visual that clearly displayed two sides of his personality. Feeling a touch of lust stir within him at the latter image. "Those are both me. These tend to be less me."
He looked at his partner for a long moment, trying to find a way to better explain. "I...like to play a role for the evening. If we ended up alone because of it then I would want to stay in character." Christian sighed and frowned slightly. This quirk of his was strange and perhaps it would have been better not to mention it. He sat up straighter and thought for a moment on how to explain. "I come up with the character and for the time I have given myself I like to see where that persona goes, what they do, live life as that role. I don't feel satisfied unless I can see it through to the end."
Cris let it pass. They could try it once and see how it went; if Rowan didn't enjoy it then he would just hunt separately. At least his partner said he was okay with the habit.
Looking down at Rowan with a critical eye, Christian ran a finger down his lover's cheek. "You could be pretty...but I don't know how often we have a call for female wrestler." He chuckled softly. "Its okay. I'm fine with being the one in a dress. I promise."
Despite his earlier statement about people assuming he would take on the sexual role of a female stand in, he didn't mind playing a woman. Christian liked and respected women and found that he learned a lot through playing one from time to time. They were strong, yet soft, extremely resilient, yet caring. Not all, obviously but society had carved out different roles for each gender and only now where they starting to blend and merge. It was interesting to watch.
Leaning down to Rowan's neck, he spoke quietly, desire and hunger colouring his voice. "I'd love to hunt you." Christian ran his fangs lightly across the sensitive skin. "Do I get a prize for succeeding?"
Settling down next against his partner once more, Cris listened to the things that Rowan liked to do. He found it interesting that so many were solitary; he wondered whether those things were a break from being around people so often. Christian needed to be with people in order to pull away from his work and relax; perhaps Rowan did things alone so that he could take some time to rest and simply enjoy being himself.
"No, I think it would be hard to share in calligraphy. I make the toys that are around here, metal working and wood working. I don't see that being very team oriented either."
Christian laughed about spending any time in the Swiss Navy. "I suspect I will spend more time with it in the future." He smirked to himself about the popular brand of lubricant. "I do love sailing though. Ironically much more than I ever liked horses." Boats were more reliable in his opinion, any machine was. He had been ecstatic when cars became the popular mode of transportation.
"We have a date fencing already, with the viking and his axe next week."
"We can go out and see the town if you like. I don't want you to think I always have to be someone other than myself to relax." Though that had been the truth for a very long time now. At least it was the habit. He went out to hunt and made an evening or two out of it, slowly unwinding and recuperating as someone else for a while. Occasionally he would be himself out with Alfarinn but a part of him was always looking over his shoulder for anyone out to harm his elder. It made the evening more tense than strictly necessary; he just couldn't shake himself of the habit.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan nodded at Cris, smiling softly. "You'll know as soon as I know, then," he said, feeling optimistic that they would manage to spend some time with each other no matter how hectic work became.
Cris further explained his roleplaying habit and Rowan immediately realized he had not made himself clear. When Cris finished he smiled and shook his head at the same time. "It's good," he said. "I understand." He had meant to say, when they planned for just the two of them, they stayed with the two of them. If they planned to play, he was fine with keeping it in character. But that would become obvious in time. Further explanation wasn't necessary. This was Christian's release and he was generously, selflessly allowing Rowan to share in it. Rowan wouldn't attempt to change it, but rather, would do his best to embrace it. It was part of who Cris was, after all.
He laughed at Cris's assessment of his looks. "I'm crushed," he said. "All this time, I honestly thought the strapless chiffon ballgown was really my style." He leaned into the light touch. "I will admit, however, that you are definitely more beautiful than I." He gazed up at Cris, still smiling, under no illusions that his looks could compare to a gorgeous face with such vivid blue eyes. Regardless of whether they were discussing male or female beauty, Cris could fit either mold.
The touch of fangs against his neck made him close his eyes tightly, sucking in a breath. His hands instinctively went to Christian's waist not to push him away but to draw him closer. "I should think so," he said. "What it is, we'll see."
They quickly determined their mutual hobbies were few and far between. Rowan's were generally things he liked to do in the few minutes here and there he had alone. Aside from sword fighting, and perhaps reading, which was difficult to do as a pair, there weren't too many things they both did. The fact that Cris liked sailing, though, made him happy.
"Well then. We can sail whenever we want. And fence... in any definition of the term." He smiled and shrugged. "And the rest, well, we'll just have to find some more things to do." He wasn't worried there. Hobbies could be enjoyed together, separately, any mix thereof. There was plenty to do in and around Nachton, from what he had seen thus far.
"I would love to tour around some," he said honestly. "I haven't really had the chance since I've been here." He turned onto his side slightly, running his hand up and down Christian's arm and shoulder. "Only, don't worry about what I think. Just be who you'll be." Smiling, Rowan lifted his free shoulder slightly.
He didn't think Cris was going to disregard his feelings, but to Rowan, if he couldn't care for Cris with all their various quirks and differences, then he didn't deserve the chance to be with him. Nothing Christian had told him concerned him. He liked learning about his lover, found him all the more attractive for the additional knowledge, and simply retained the hope that Cris would find his company relaxing and enjoyable no matter where they were or who they were.
One question remained though, which he was somewhat reluctant to broach but he did need to know, eventually. "While we're on the subject of persona," he said somewhat hesitantly, "maybe it's too early to ask but... when we're out, in the towers, or around the city - how do you want us to be seen?"
He leaned in to his lover and kissed him slowly, gradually deepening it until it was delicious and sensual before drawing away. "I may find it hard not to do that frequently," he said somewhat impishly, "but I understand you have a somewhat high profile position here. I don't want to make things difficult for you."
He watched Cris for his response, still open, so that Cris could see he meant what he said. Rowan didn't mind if Cris wanted to keep things discreet. He would do his best to comply.
Cris further explained his roleplaying habit and Rowan immediately realized he had not made himself clear. When Cris finished he smiled and shook his head at the same time. "It's good," he said. "I understand." He had meant to say, when they planned for just the two of them, they stayed with the two of them. If they planned to play, he was fine with keeping it in character. But that would become obvious in time. Further explanation wasn't necessary. This was Christian's release and he was generously, selflessly allowing Rowan to share in it. Rowan wouldn't attempt to change it, but rather, would do his best to embrace it. It was part of who Cris was, after all.
He laughed at Cris's assessment of his looks. "I'm crushed," he said. "All this time, I honestly thought the strapless chiffon ballgown was really my style." He leaned into the light touch. "I will admit, however, that you are definitely more beautiful than I." He gazed up at Cris, still smiling, under no illusions that his looks could compare to a gorgeous face with such vivid blue eyes. Regardless of whether they were discussing male or female beauty, Cris could fit either mold.
The touch of fangs against his neck made him close his eyes tightly, sucking in a breath. His hands instinctively went to Christian's waist not to push him away but to draw him closer. "I should think so," he said. "What it is, we'll see."
They quickly determined their mutual hobbies were few and far between. Rowan's were generally things he liked to do in the few minutes here and there he had alone. Aside from sword fighting, and perhaps reading, which was difficult to do as a pair, there weren't too many things they both did. The fact that Cris liked sailing, though, made him happy.
"Well then. We can sail whenever we want. And fence... in any definition of the term." He smiled and shrugged. "And the rest, well, we'll just have to find some more things to do." He wasn't worried there. Hobbies could be enjoyed together, separately, any mix thereof. There was plenty to do in and around Nachton, from what he had seen thus far.
"I would love to tour around some," he said honestly. "I haven't really had the chance since I've been here." He turned onto his side slightly, running his hand up and down Christian's arm and shoulder. "Only, don't worry about what I think. Just be who you'll be." Smiling, Rowan lifted his free shoulder slightly.
He didn't think Cris was going to disregard his feelings, but to Rowan, if he couldn't care for Cris with all their various quirks and differences, then he didn't deserve the chance to be with him. Nothing Christian had told him concerned him. He liked learning about his lover, found him all the more attractive for the additional knowledge, and simply retained the hope that Cris would find his company relaxing and enjoyable no matter where they were or who they were.
One question remained though, which he was somewhat reluctant to broach but he did need to know, eventually. "While we're on the subject of persona," he said somewhat hesitantly, "maybe it's too early to ask but... when we're out, in the towers, or around the city - how do you want us to be seen?"
He leaned in to his lover and kissed him slowly, gradually deepening it until it was delicious and sensual before drawing away. "I may find it hard not to do that frequently," he said somewhat impishly, "but I understand you have a somewhat high profile position here. I don't want to make things difficult for you."
He watched Cris for his response, still open, so that Cris could see he meant what he said. Rowan didn't mind if Cris wanted to keep things discreet. He would do his best to comply.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
"Well then let's tour the city." Christian thought more about it and asked. "Can you skate?"
He squeezed Rowan tightly, sighing contentedly at being able to touch him, having plenty of time to enjoy each other's company. His companion was so kind and wonderfully accepting; it put him at ease somewhat. After the first time they played different parts then perhaps he would be completely comfortable with the idea. "I'll be myself for now." For their first date he should be himself and many more after that.
Cris was distracted by the lingering kiss and afterward he paused to fully focus on what Rowan was asking him. Reaching out he brushed his fingers through the fiery red hair. " When I am working then I need to be working... when I am not, then I am proud to be with you and I don't care who knows it."
It might generate some talk around the Towers but their relationship would get out eventually if they were seen together. It was only a matter of time.
"The people around here will more likely to be nosy if they think we're hiding something." Christian snorted. "That's the way of the rumor mill."
Leaning down he returned his lover's kiss with another long lingering one. He wasn't sure why he didn't mind the clan knowing about Rowan, but the idea of keeping it a secret seemed wrong, as if he were trying to make it just like one of his short dalliances to be done in privacy and then not thought of again. Cris refused to do that. Rowan was important to him and if the rest of Evenhet saw a kinder more gentle Head of Security and that caused him more work then so be it. He was fairly certain he could remind them quickly enough that he was deadly and serious while doing his job.
He squeezed Rowan tightly, sighing contentedly at being able to touch him, having plenty of time to enjoy each other's company. His companion was so kind and wonderfully accepting; it put him at ease somewhat. After the first time they played different parts then perhaps he would be completely comfortable with the idea. "I'll be myself for now." For their first date he should be himself and many more after that.
Cris was distracted by the lingering kiss and afterward he paused to fully focus on what Rowan was asking him. Reaching out he brushed his fingers through the fiery red hair. " When I am working then I need to be working... when I am not, then I am proud to be with you and I don't care who knows it."
It might generate some talk around the Towers but their relationship would get out eventually if they were seen together. It was only a matter of time.
"The people around here will more likely to be nosy if they think we're hiding something." Christian snorted. "That's the way of the rumor mill."
Leaning down he returned his lover's kiss with another long lingering one. He wasn't sure why he didn't mind the clan knowing about Rowan, but the idea of keeping it a secret seemed wrong, as if he were trying to make it just like one of his short dalliances to be done in privacy and then not thought of again. Cris refused to do that. Rowan was important to him and if the rest of Evenhet saw a kinder more gentle Head of Security and that caused him more work then so be it. He was fairly certain he could remind them quickly enough that he was deadly and serious while doing his job.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan looked up at Cris with interest. "Skate? Like in-line? Sure." Whatever Cris was planning to suggest would be fun if skates were involved.
He nestled into Cris's arms, nodding against his chest when he said he would be himself for now. He didn't say anything further on the topic. He was focused on being completely accepting. He admitted it was slightly difficult to wrap his head around the idea that he might have found someone who fascinated him like Christian did, only to lose him to an alternate persona when they went out. Time would tell. He might love it.
He enjoyed the feel of Cris's fingers in his hair. Nodding, he said, "Of course." He wouldn't have expected Cris to be less than serious about his job. Rowan knew he wouldn't be if it were him they were discussing. But Christian's further words were soothing to him. Still, he would be tasteful when in company or in public. Mostly. Kissing was tasteful wasn't it?
He smiled again, a soft expression that was slightly dreamy. "I'm proud to be with you too. Wherever we are."
He leaned into Christian's kiss. He loved the taste of his mouth, the feel of it against his, the gentleness of it. When he broke away he rested his head on Christian's shoulder for a moment. The windows showed a deep alpen night, starlit and clear, and he knew it wouldn't be long before they were truly ready for bed, although they, or at least, he, as not quite ready yet.
He looked up at Cris, his expression, as usual, open, trusting. "You know, it's been several hundred years since I went to bed next to someone and woke up next to them too. I'm glad it's you."
He nestled into Cris's arms, nodding against his chest when he said he would be himself for now. He didn't say anything further on the topic. He was focused on being completely accepting. He admitted it was slightly difficult to wrap his head around the idea that he might have found someone who fascinated him like Christian did, only to lose him to an alternate persona when they went out. Time would tell. He might love it.
He enjoyed the feel of Cris's fingers in his hair. Nodding, he said, "Of course." He wouldn't have expected Cris to be less than serious about his job. Rowan knew he wouldn't be if it were him they were discussing. But Christian's further words were soothing to him. Still, he would be tasteful when in company or in public. Mostly. Kissing was tasteful wasn't it?
He smiled again, a soft expression that was slightly dreamy. "I'm proud to be with you too. Wherever we are."
He leaned into Christian's kiss. He loved the taste of his mouth, the feel of it against his, the gentleness of it. When he broke away he rested his head on Christian's shoulder for a moment. The windows showed a deep alpen night, starlit and clear, and he knew it wouldn't be long before they were truly ready for bed, although they, or at least, he, as not quite ready yet.
He looked up at Cris, his expression, as usual, open, trusting. "You know, it's been several hundred years since I went to bed next to someone and woke up next to them too. I'm glad it's you."
Christian Bern
13 years ago
"That's what I was thinking, yes. We could see more of the strip that way. Perhaps there will be something interesting enough to stop for." They had something social to do and he was looking forward to it.
Christian smiled, glad that Rowan understood that he was serious and wanted to be with him. What they had was new and perhaps they didn't even truly know what 'it' was but Cris already knew that it was more of a relationship than he had been a part of in a very long time. He found himself desperately wanting to not screw it up.
Looking over at Rowan, he smiled. "It has been a very long time since I've woke up with someone as well...like this." To illustrate, Christian wrapped his arms around his lover once more. He had seen how long it took Rowan to wake up and he mentioned it again earlier in the evening. So it was an easy guess that his lover was one of those that was a heavy sleeper. It must be terrifying to be trying to wake up and not be able to. He couldn't imagine it. Cris was a light sleeper as a human and that trait stayed with him into immortality. He would wake at the slightest disturbance and it might take some getting used to having someone else in the bed with him but he wanted Rowan here. Waking up was no so bad; Rowan was beautifully peaceful while he slept. "I want to be here when you wake, Rue."
Sitting up, he leaned back and pulled the covers down and crawled under them. Cris smiled over at his companion, brushing a thumb gently along his jaw. "Come join me and if you want then I'll help you with any of those dreams you might need release from."
Christian smiled, glad that Rowan understood that he was serious and wanted to be with him. What they had was new and perhaps they didn't even truly know what 'it' was but Cris already knew that it was more of a relationship than he had been a part of in a very long time. He found himself desperately wanting to not screw it up.
Looking over at Rowan, he smiled. "It has been a very long time since I've woke up with someone as well...like this." To illustrate, Christian wrapped his arms around his lover once more. He had seen how long it took Rowan to wake up and he mentioned it again earlier in the evening. So it was an easy guess that his lover was one of those that was a heavy sleeper. It must be terrifying to be trying to wake up and not be able to. He couldn't imagine it. Cris was a light sleeper as a human and that trait stayed with him into immortality. He would wake at the slightest disturbance and it might take some getting used to having someone else in the bed with him but he wanted Rowan here. Waking up was no so bad; Rowan was beautifully peaceful while he slept. "I want to be here when you wake, Rue."
Sitting up, he leaned back and pulled the covers down and crawled under them. Cris smiled over at his companion, brushing a thumb gently along his jaw. "Come join me and if you want then I'll help you with any of those dreams you might need release from."
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan grinned. "That sounds like fun. Our first stop had better be a sports store then. I'll need to buy a pair." That didn't bother him in the least. Having the right equipment was important in any sport and it seemed plausible that this might be something they'd do again.
As Cris wrapped his arms around him Rowan closed his eyes and sighed in contentment. He was burning to know why Christian had been alone for so long; obviously they hadn't discussed those details but Cris had made several implications that that had been the case. Someone like him, Rowan thought, was not necessarily made for solitude. Cris was warm, giving, passionate. Of course things happened over the long years of their lives; some good, some bad. Rowan's active imagination came up with reason after reason and story after story about why Christian was alone. But he never asked him. Some stories were best told willingly, at the storyteller's discretion.
He felt a variety of different emotions over Cris's expressed desire to be there when he woke. Rowan smiled, feeling nerves, excitement, warmth, hope, and various other things all rolled up into one. "I want you to be here. I guess you already know but it, uh, takes a little while."
He didn't want Christian to feel hurt if he tried to wake Rowan and he was completely unresponsive. "Usually several alarms' worth of effort." He smiled little sheepishly.
He didn't need to be asked twice; when Cris invited him to join him Rowan slid beneath the covers in between the cool sheets. Pressing a kiss to the palm of the hand Cris reached out, Rowan arranged himself so that he was lying up against Cris, one arm wrapped around his waist, curled up a little with his head turned toward him, his lips brushing his soft blond hair.
"It's hard to imagine having any such dreams when the object of them is lying right here." He let his hand drift gently along Cris's hip. "I guess we'll find out."
His voice was warm, he was looking forward to such an experiment.
As Cris wrapped his arms around him Rowan closed his eyes and sighed in contentment. He was burning to know why Christian had been alone for so long; obviously they hadn't discussed those details but Cris had made several implications that that had been the case. Someone like him, Rowan thought, was not necessarily made for solitude. Cris was warm, giving, passionate. Of course things happened over the long years of their lives; some good, some bad. Rowan's active imagination came up with reason after reason and story after story about why Christian was alone. But he never asked him. Some stories were best told willingly, at the storyteller's discretion.
He felt a variety of different emotions over Cris's expressed desire to be there when he woke. Rowan smiled, feeling nerves, excitement, warmth, hope, and various other things all rolled up into one. "I want you to be here. I guess you already know but it, uh, takes a little while."
He didn't want Christian to feel hurt if he tried to wake Rowan and he was completely unresponsive. "Usually several alarms' worth of effort." He smiled little sheepishly.
He didn't need to be asked twice; when Cris invited him to join him Rowan slid beneath the covers in between the cool sheets. Pressing a kiss to the palm of the hand Cris reached out, Rowan arranged himself so that he was lying up against Cris, one arm wrapped around his waist, curled up a little with his head turned toward him, his lips brushing his soft blond hair.
"It's hard to imagine having any such dreams when the object of them is lying right here." He let his hand drift gently along Cris's hip. "I guess we'll find out."
His voice was warm, he was looking forward to such an experiment.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
The sports store was a good idea. Christian refused to wear knee pads and a helmet. He was in no danger of being seriously injured while on a pair of roller skates so if it was unnecessary then he'd prefer not to look like a toadstool. He liked the idea of getting his own pair of skates though; he had rented them in the past.
He wrapped his arms around Rowan when his partner climbed in under the covers. Smoothing his hands through the long strands of red hair, Cris said. "It doesn't matter how long it takes. When motivated, I can be patient." Watching Rowan slowly wake up, sending to him, kissing him tenderly so that he was the first thing his lover saw, were all perfectly motivating as far as he was concerned.
Christian sighed softly at his companion's light touch. "I don't know. I think unless you exhaust me into unconsciousness then I'm going to have dreams about you, even with you next to me." It would be a shame not to be able to wake Rowan up to share in the result of those dreams but waiting until morning was just one more motivation.
Letting his hands drift, down his lover's back in long gentle strokes, he smiled and asked. "And what would you like me to do if I wake to find you having such a dream?"
He wrapped his arms around Rowan when his partner climbed in under the covers. Smoothing his hands through the long strands of red hair, Cris said. "It doesn't matter how long it takes. When motivated, I can be patient." Watching Rowan slowly wake up, sending to him, kissing him tenderly so that he was the first thing his lover saw, were all perfectly motivating as far as he was concerned.
Christian sighed softly at his companion's light touch. "I don't know. I think unless you exhaust me into unconsciousness then I'm going to have dreams about you, even with you next to me." It would be a shame not to be able to wake Rowan up to share in the result of those dreams but waiting until morning was just one more motivation.
Letting his hands drift, down his lover's back in long gentle strokes, he smiled and asked. "And what would you like me to do if I wake to find you having such a dream?"
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan looked at Cris, his expression still hopeful. "I'll have to do my best to keep you motivated then," he said, considering the possibility of not waking up alone. Better yet, waking up with Cris. Had he ever looked forward to something like that before? How long had it been since he'd actually cared to have the same person around indefinitely?
He gave a low laugh at Cris's next statement. "Is that a challenge, or a request? Because we can certainly explore just what it would take to get you that exhausted." Rowan moved slightly against Cris, pressing up against him, letting his hand linger over his hip and thigh. It was amazing, what sheer closeness could do. Rowan had never met anyone he could be hungry for so shortly after such incredible sex. But Cris ignited sone sort of previously undiscovered appetite in him. He loved it, but he wouldn't force it upon an unwilling partner.
The gentle hands on his back made him shiver with pleasure. He closed his eyes and smiled. "I hope you would have mercy on me," he said. "With sufficient motivation, I believe I might be convinced to wake faster."
All right, he didn't know that for sure but he would certainly try. "And if not, well, fortunately I don't require too much sleep."
Maybe whichever god had decreed he sleep like the dead had had pity on him but whatever the reason, Rowan rarely slept for more than three or four hours at a time.
He gave a low laugh at Cris's next statement. "Is that a challenge, or a request? Because we can certainly explore just what it would take to get you that exhausted." Rowan moved slightly against Cris, pressing up against him, letting his hand linger over his hip and thigh. It was amazing, what sheer closeness could do. Rowan had never met anyone he could be hungry for so shortly after such incredible sex. But Cris ignited sone sort of previously undiscovered appetite in him. He loved it, but he wouldn't force it upon an unwilling partner.
The gentle hands on his back made him shiver with pleasure. He closed his eyes and smiled. "I hope you would have mercy on me," he said. "With sufficient motivation, I believe I might be convinced to wake faster."
All right, he didn't know that for sure but he would certainly try. "And if not, well, fortunately I don't require too much sleep."
Maybe whichever god had decreed he sleep like the dead had had pity on him but whatever the reason, Rowan rarely slept for more than three or four hours at a time.
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian smiled "I'm sure you will." Rowan just being present was enough motivation. The look of hope on his lover's face melted his heart even more. How was he going to go back to sleeping alone after these two days when Rowan looked at him like that? Cris held his lover tightly, kissing him tenderly.
He raised his eyebrows at Rowan's laugh, his lips turning up in a wry smile. "Take it however you like." Christian sighed quietly as his lover pressed closed and teased him with a light touch. He reached his hand out to the one toying with his hip and brought it inward. Placing it on the hard evidence of his interest, Cris watched his lover with a steady gaze. "Feel free to explore."
The question of whether his lover wanted to be woken up from an arousing dream was answered. Cris could think of various ways to make certain the experience of regaining consciousness was a pleasant one. When Rowan explained that he didn't sleep long, Christian smiled. "Perhaps we need to discover what it takes to thoroughly exhaust you into unconsciousness as well." He would like his partner to get enough sleep and perhaps he would if he didn't have to worry about not waking up when he needed to.
He raised his eyebrows at Rowan's laugh, his lips turning up in a wry smile. "Take it however you like." Christian sighed quietly as his lover pressed closed and teased him with a light touch. He reached his hand out to the one toying with his hip and brought it inward. Placing it on the hard evidence of his interest, Cris watched his lover with a steady gaze. "Feel free to explore."
The question of whether his lover wanted to be woken up from an arousing dream was answered. Cris could think of various ways to make certain the experience of regaining consciousness was a pleasant one. When Rowan explained that he didn't sleep long, Christian smiled. "Perhaps we need to discover what it takes to thoroughly exhaust you into unconsciousness as well." He would like his partner to get enough sleep and perhaps he would if he didn't have to worry about not waking up when he needed to.
Rowan Murphy
13 years ago
Rowan let out a pleased sigh as his hand slid down to encounter Cris's firm erection. The sigh turned into a soft breathless moan as he caressed its length, pressing up against Cris, burying his face in his lover's neck, and sucking lightly, teasingly, as he worked his mouth along to the point just behind his ear.
"I can't get enough of you," he said when he broke away a little, still breathless.
He cupped Christian's face with his free hand and dipped down, exploring as invited, tasting every bit of his lover's inviting mouth while his other hand released its firm hold on Cris's member and retreated until he was touching him with just the tip of his index finger, swirling it lightly around in concentric circles for a few seconds before tracing it slowly down the length of the shaft and back up again. After that he let his fingers wander into the crook of Cris's thigh, stroking softly, moving back up to cup the soft, enticing sac beneath that firm erection.
"I look forward to being exhausted," Rowan said as he pulled away from Christian's mouth. He was reluctant to do so but he had much more of his lover to taste.
He worked his way down from Cris's neck to his chest, mingling soft wet kisses with gentle bites as he examined each subtle contour. Cris was not large but he was strong, wiry muscles defined by ridges and valleys that Rowan sampled with tongue and teeth. Traveling over to his side Rowan made a wet trail across Christian's abdomen, lingering to discover all of him, every scar, every little pit, every nuance that made his lover Cris.
Rowan finally looked up, smiling as he found those very blue eyes with his own. "Tell me how you want me," he requested. "However that is."
"I can't get enough of you," he said when he broke away a little, still breathless.
He cupped Christian's face with his free hand and dipped down, exploring as invited, tasting every bit of his lover's inviting mouth while his other hand released its firm hold on Cris's member and retreated until he was touching him with just the tip of his index finger, swirling it lightly around in concentric circles for a few seconds before tracing it slowly down the length of the shaft and back up again. After that he let his fingers wander into the crook of Cris's thigh, stroking softly, moving back up to cup the soft, enticing sac beneath that firm erection.
"I look forward to being exhausted," Rowan said as he pulled away from Christian's mouth. He was reluctant to do so but he had much more of his lover to taste.
He worked his way down from Cris's neck to his chest, mingling soft wet kisses with gentle bites as he examined each subtle contour. Cris was not large but he was strong, wiry muscles defined by ridges and valleys that Rowan sampled with tongue and teeth. Traveling over to his side Rowan made a wet trail across Christian's abdomen, lingering to discover all of him, every scar, every little pit, every nuance that made his lover Cris.
Rowan finally looked up, smiling as he found those very blue eyes with his own. "Tell me how you want me," he requested. "However that is."
Christian Bern
13 years ago
Christian arched into to his lover's touch and turned his head to the side to give Rowan more access to his neck. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of his lover's mouth and hand, panting softly at the teasing touches.
His head was turned back toward his partner and his mouth was captured in a deep, sensuous kiss. One arm went around Rowan's waist holding him close, his hand trailing over one hip and cheek. The other rested against the back of his lover's neck, wanting to press harder, demand more. Christian kept his touch gentle, letting Rowan explore his body, expressing his enjoyment in sharp intakes of breath at sensitive spots and low moans of pleasure from his lover's teasing touch on the most delicate parts of his body.
He smiled at Rowan, confidence and lust colouring his expression. "I promise to do my very best to leave you unable to move afterward."
His lover's request was both endearing and arousing. Christian sighed softly. Watching those green-grey eyes with a steady gaze he stated his desire, surprising even himself. "I want you to tease me. Do you very best, take your time, exhaust me." Cris let go of Rowan, grasping the sheets with both hands. [That is the current game is it not?] He smiled and added. "Do that however you like. I will return the favor, if you wish."
His head was turned back toward his partner and his mouth was captured in a deep, sensuous kiss. One arm went around Rowan's waist holding him close, his hand trailing over one hip and cheek. The other rested against the back of his lover's neck, wanting to press harder, demand more. Christian kept his touch gentle, letting Rowan explore his body, expressing his enjoyment in sharp intakes of breath at sensitive spots and low moans of pleasure from his lover's teasing touch on the most delicate parts of his body.
He smiled at Rowan, confidence and lust colouring his expression. "I promise to do my very best to leave you unable to move afterward."
His lover's request was both endearing and arousing. Christian sighed softly. Watching those green-grey eyes with a steady gaze he stated his desire, surprising even himself. "I want you to tease me. Do you very best, take your time, exhaust me." Cris let go of Rowan, grasping the sheets with both hands. [That is the current game is it not?] He smiled and added. "Do that however you like. I will return the favor, if you wish."