Dubious Purchase

[ochitashinigami]

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.

Comments

[ochitashinigami]

[Disappointiment.]

Yes... doesn't mean anything...

[amongthethorns]

[Something about the way he says that makes Alan frown.]

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?]

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric takes a long breath. He's a little taken aback by Alan's words. But he takes a breath, trying to keep his heart from leaping. Which it does. Still, outwardly, all he does is reach out and touch Alan's cheek.]

[amongthethorns]

[His eyes close and he leans into the touch, scooting closer. His elbow braces against Eric's thigh, his free hand presses against his chest.]

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?]

[ochitashinigami]

What should I say then?

[His chest feels tight and fluttering. He knows he's on the verge of something very, very important. But, it scares him.]

[amongthethorns]

Game over? Checkmate?

[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.

[ochitashinigami]

[He forces a laugh, only to try to regain equilibrium, or some form of normalcy.]

If what's real? The shoes are quite real.

[Run away from the feelings.]

[amongthethorns]

[His shoulders slump just slightly and he'll lean into the couch arm, cheek in hand. There's that strange pang right in the chest as he lets out a slow sigh.]

I know they are. Heels don't suit you. You haven't got the legs for them.

[Ah, well back to this again, at least Eric kissed him first.]

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric laughs, feeling a little more comfortable. He can see Alan is upset, but he hopes that he's merely uncomfortable, the way he is. He shoves Alan's shoulder playfully. Cheering Alan up is something he's always been able to do.]

Hey now, I don't? Maybe you could try them.

[amongthethorns]

[He grins. There's not way to stay mad at Eric. Even if he wanted to and he doesn't even really want to. It's a stupid thing to be mad about.]

Nope. Your build is all wrong for heels. [He arches a brow.] Do you really want to see me in heels?

[ochitashinigami]

Well, I paid seventy dollars for them. Someone might as well wear them and look good.

[It's a nice thought, actually, Alan in heels. Ordinarily he's flirt and be suggestive. But, right now, it seems out of place.]

[amongthethorns]

I don't know that they'd fit. I'm not Cinderella and these are not glass slippers.

[But it's an amusing thought. He leans towards Eric for a moment.] Besides red is certainly not my color. Something a bit more understated and common would be best.

[He nudges at the heels with his foot.] I do hope you'll give them back to Grell soon enough.

[ochitashinigami]

I don't know, they make a pretty useful hostage.

[amongthethorns]

If we were together and someone took my boots hostage, even if we were fighting I'd still want them back. Sentiment.

[ochitashinigami]

I'll give them back. I'll just get some information from William first. I think he's trying to make peace.

[amongthethorns]

You know he won't talk unless he really thinks you need to know something. And this is all kind of personal for him. It is mind-boggling enough that one of us or should I say two of us came together like that.

It is hard. I'm certain it is doubly so for William after denying it and himself for so long.

[ochitashinigami]

There's something about Sutcliff that's both sexy and terrifying. Playing with fire I guess... Oh well. Spears can have him, that's for sure.

Of course he won't talk, that's why I've taken the boots hostage.

[amongthethorns]

[He turns his head so fast at that that his neck actually hurts. Those brows raise his eyes widen - shock absolute shock. He couldn't have possibly heard that right but he knows he did.]

Give them back.

[Only now he's not playing he wants those things out of the apartment as soon as possible. There's a faint hint of harshness to his words, a side effect of the jealousy that's taken hold even as he slides from the couch.]

[ochitashinigami]

Alan? Wait, what's wrong? I'll give them back, I just need Spears to answer some questions...

[amongthethorns]

Nothing, I'm just tired I guess. Fine but I want William to have those back soon. Very soon.

[ochitashinigami]

"It's all right... all right... it tires out everyone living here.

[amongthethorns]

It's not this place.

[It's this dance we seem to keep doing, an endless flow of steps, dips and turns.]

Maybe a nap will help.

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric looks worried.]

Are you ill?

[amongthethorns]

[Have a somewhat forced smile.]

It's not the Thorns if that's what you're worried about. I'm fine.

[ochitashinigami]

I know it's not. I can tell from your breathing. I just... thought something was wrong. I know you, remember?