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Dubious Purchase
Who: Eric Slingby and Alan Humphries
When: Monday, April 16th
Where: Eric's starter apartment, that Alan is sharing
Summary: Eric has purchased Grell's shoes from William. Whether he's adventureous or just plain bored is hard to tell.
Warnings: Sexy shoes, sexual tension, and well... anything else. Will update is necessary. WOOPS HAS TURNED INTO SEXYTIMES! Warning!
Eric examines the bright red boots with the absurd heels. Clearly, they're made for the sexual gratification of the person wearing them, or the person looking at the person wearing them. They're not for walking.
He thinks for a moment what acts the shoes may have been a part of with it's previous owner and his... roommate. He pushes the thought from his mind.
Curiosity nags at the back of his mind. With a smirk, he takes off his pants and black loafers, and sets them aside. He slides his leg into the shoe. The shoe is a bit long to fit his foot, and it's tight over his calf, but he can wear them reasonably. He slips on the other one, looking down and studying the effect.
He chuckles to himself, and tries to stand.
When: Monday, April 16th
Where: Eric's starter apartment, that Alan is sharing
Summary: Eric has purchased Grell's shoes from William. Whether he's adventureous or just plain bored is hard to tell.
Warnings: Sexy shoes, sexual tension, and well... anything else. Will update is necessary. WOOPS HAS TURNED INTO SEXYTIMES! Warning!
Eric examines the bright red boots with the absurd heels. Clearly, they're made for the sexual gratification of the person wearing them, or the person looking at the person wearing them. They're not for walking.
He thinks for a moment what acts the shoes may have been a part of with it's previous owner and his... roommate. He pushes the thought from his mind.
Curiosity nags at the back of his mind. With a smirk, he takes off his pants and black loafers, and sets them aside. He slides his leg into the shoe. The shoe is a bit long to fit his foot, and it's tight over his calf, but he can wear them reasonably. He slips on the other one, looking down and studying the effect.
He chuckles to himself, and tries to stand.
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You don't have to if you don't want to. It was just a game after all.
[He gives a little laugh, his cheeks taking on a faint pink tint.]
Or are you saying I should ask someone else?
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How many times has he wanted to? How many times has he TRIED. And now, here's Alan in his arms, completely unexpected, asking to be kissed.
For some reason, he suddenly feels terrified.]
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[He can feel the way his pulse jumps, the way it speeds up. Why did he feel this way? Did he ask for too much? Great now he was second guessing himself.]
Eric, really it's fine you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to. It was just a game, a way to amuse ourselves.
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It's not bad. I just didn't think...
[He takes a long, shaking breath and leans in.
He's thought about this... dreamed about this... He's even tried it when he was drunk and could laugh it off as a joke... pretend it wasn't real but...
With a last breath he leans in and find his lips on Alan's.]
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[Could you be more confusing Eric? Honestly. It's a wonder Alan hasn't pulled all his hair out just yet. His breath catches slightly when the other leans in. His eyes drift closed and he presses his lips against Eric's.
His heart is racing so fast it's skipped a few beats here and there but he doesn't care. Those lips are on his and every other thought is gone - Eric is kissing him. The hand against his back fists in his coattails and his arm moves to wrap about his neck.]
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He lingers, as if he'd never want to stop.]
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Maybe he really should have let him just have his way with kissing him while he was drunk. This was amazing and here he'd been making them both wait so long for this.]
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Alan... I...
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Eric...
[His hold on Eric tightens, as if he's afraid now. Afraid of being brushed aside of laughed off.]
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He chuckles. He's still nervous and shaking, and he forgets to let go of Alan. He's still nuzzling his cheek with his own but, he laughs.]
I'll take it my debt is paid then?
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Or maybe something had it just wasn't something that was obvious. He could feel it, both of them trembling; shaking as they clung together. He laughs softly, breathlessly.]
Yes, your debt has been paid. You don't have to do it again.
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But, this is frightening, the whole thing is. There's a lot he wants to say. There's a lot he wants to DO. But, he's not sure that he can. So, he goes for something else.]
I didn't have to this time...
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I'm not going anywhere but let's get you out of those shoes...
[He'll move, coaxing Eric back onto the couch - taking a knee to work at the boot's laces once he's settled.]
Well, I did put you on the spot.
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It's not that... I... I'm sorry.
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Next time you get the urge to wear heels let's get you a real pair of heels that you can wear.
[He frowns a little bit sometimes he just doesn't understand you, Eric.]
Then what is it?
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Nothing. It's a good game, isn't it?
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It is but aren't we a bit old for games?
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Games are fun. [He smirks.]
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But games get boring after a while. They don't mean anything. There comes a time when all games have to end.
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Yes... doesn't mean anything...
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It doesn't- [A pause as he adjusts his glasses.] It doesn't have to be meaningless.
[Do he even know what he's saying? What he might be implying?]
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All you have to do is say something, anything.
[But how he dreaded what Eric might say. If he would laugh him off and treat this as some joke. How pathetic was he when his very world hinged on what might come from someone else's lips?]
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[His chest feels tight and fluttering. He knows he's on the verge of something very, very important. But, it scares him.]
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[He inhales softly eyes open to peer at him curiously. He's smiling now thought even if his heart's racing a mile minute and feels like it will break out of his chest.]
But in all seriousness just tell me if it's real or not, that's all I need to know.
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