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Tweak says, "The enemy base is down"

Nate Sterling (glacier) wrote in kings_ransom,
@ 2008-02-08 14:11:00

MONDAY
Who: Nate and Pavla
Where: Nate’s Cabin
When: Around 3:00 am Monday morning

Plopping his long, tall, muscular body down on the cramped loveseat, Nate removed his shoes and socks and released a deep luxurious sigh… “Ahhhhhhhh…now that’s lovely, it is…just lovely!”. He knew if he stayed there he would fall asleep like that in his Armani suit…not only messing up the suit, but terribly uncomfortable, not that he wasn’t going to be hellaciously uncomfortable anyway.

“What a day…and night…we had, eh?”, he began, as he hopped up from the loveseat and strolled over to the wardrobe to change. Removing his jacket, he hung it back on the hanger it came from and smoothed it out neatly and then he removed his tie and folded it neatly and put it away. His shirt, he removed and tossed into a dirty clothes hamper. Then he grinned at Pavla and said, “Pardon my modesty”, grabbed a pair of hunter green lounging pants and stepped behind the wardrobe. He reappeared within minutes with his neatly folded suit pants across his arm and his black boxer briefs which went in the clothes hamper with the shirt.

After hanging his pants on the hanger with his suit jacket, he playfully did a somersault onto the loveseat and continued, “…as I was saying, what a date! I was so taken by surprise when you suggested that we order the lobster, pigeon and the pig! HAH! Bloody brilliant! We were the talk of the restaurant! Then…can you dance or can you dance?!! Every man in that club wanted you, Pavla! You were like some demon temptress…I thought that I was going to have to fight my way out of there!”…He swiveled around, trying to get comfortable, his long legs hooking over the arm of the loveseat and his toes actually touching the floor. He stood up off of the love seat and looked at it and then reclined on it in a fetal position, knees sticking far off the front.

“You know what was a blast?”, he went on, “Our race up the Eiffel Tower!”. He laughed remembering it. “I admit it wasn’t very fair…you in heels and a dress. That’s why I called the race and carried you the last three quarters of the way up”, he chuckled, “…even after all that food, you were light as a feather!”. He shifted a bit as one of his legs felt numb laying this way and suddenly… THHHUMMMP he was on the floor… “Bloody Hell!”.

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_umbra
2008-02-09 02:34 am UTC (link)

Pavla was exhausted from the long night but it was a good kind of exhaustion. One he had rarely known in his short life. He had eaten his fill, laughing and enjoying the captain's company, then danced with an abandon free of worries. He had experienced a euphoria like no drug he had known and still felt as if he were walking on air.

As Nate plopped onto the loveseat, the small Romanian perched on the edge of the bed, following the captain's example as he removed his heels. Leaning back, he wiggled aching toes and stretched slender legs encased in silken hose, offering a satisfied smile to Nate's words. Blue eyes remained on the handsome blond as he stripped down to the waist, giving a pretty pout as the captain excused himself to finish changing in privacy.

With Nate behind the wardrobe, Pavla rose and snuck to the hamper to retrieve the discarded dress shirt. The manly smell on the shirt gave him pause and he let himself take a moment, burying his nose in the powerful scent. When Nate returned, the shirt had replaced the expensive dress on Pavla's diminutive frame and the small mutant was hunting for a hanger in Nate's wardrobe.

Pavla took up his spot on the edge of the bed again as Nate made his way back to the loveseat, removing the silken stockings one at a time with a satisfied smile at the captain's compliments. "You dance with the skill of a master in the arts of love, Nathaniel." The words were an accented purr said over his shoulder as he took the stockings into the bathroom to be rinsed out and hung to dry on the shower rod.

"Surely I won since I reached the top before you, in your arms, hmm? Do I not win some prize....." Pavla paused both in speech and in his re-entry to the room as Nate struggled to find comfort on the small loveseat, finally falling to the floor. His explitive drew a snicker from the small mutant but he offered a hand to the sprawled captain, not releasing the hand as he led the man to the side of the bed.

"I think we will both fit in this large bed, do you not think? It looks to have been made to fit the entire crew." Crawling across to the far side, Pavla slipped under the covers and smiled over at Nate. "Come, let us rest. I promise to behave like a lady."

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glacier
2008-02-10 10:07 pm UTC (link)

When Pavla took his hand and spoke of winning a prize, Nate was speechless, which made him grin at himself...the charming rogue captain, stricken speechless by a tiny Romanian girl in his shirt... "Hey, you're wearing my shirt! You little laundry thief!", he chuckled.

As they reached the bed, Nate's heart threatened to beat completely out of his chest. The bed was indeed big enough to sleep 5 or 6 people across, but was it big enough for him to control himself with this slip of a woman that he was very much attracted to? He suddenly wished he had worn underwear...several pairs. When Pavla slid under the covers and invited him in, he felt like the fly to her spider...delightfully so.

Nate noticed that the mattress barely gave in when Pavla crawled onto it...he thought that adorable. The mattress, however, spooned nicely under the captain's 6'3" frame. He propped himself up with one arm under his head... "You know, I never realized how sexy that shirt was until I saw it on you", he mused. Then, as if snapping out of a dream, he held his hands up and explained, "Not a come on...just a compliment, Luv!".

They talked more of the fun they had that day and evening in Paris and then Nate's eyes grew heavy; he bunched his pillow under his head and, with one last look at Pavla's Raven black hair splayed across her pillow, his eyes closed and he drifted into a deep peaceful sleep.

***

He couldn't remember sleeping so restfully as he snuggled up against his bedmate and hugged her closer, nuzzling into her neck, inhaling her scent...mmmmm, she smelled sooooo good...'wait, he wasn't supposed to be doing this', he remembered in his half asleep/half awake state...inside he smiled...he wasn't really in control of himself...how could he be blamed? He spooned her, his turgid morning manhood resting between her buttocks...his arm hugged her slender waist and...TOUCHED HER OWN MORNING ERECTION?!!!!!.

"PAVLA! BLOODY FUCKING HELL! YOU'VE GOT A COCK!!!", he yelled as he jumped up in the bed and fell out in the floor. He was instantly awake, climbing back to his feet, wiping at his eyes and looking at his bedmate with his mouth wide open.

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_umbra
2008-02-17 02:03 am UTC (link)

Pavla had never had a man talk to him in bed except barked directions on how better to serve. It felt good to lie next to the captain and talk about the date they had that evening, to know the handsome blond was attracted and yet respectful. The small Romanian's flirting was genuine and the smiles expressed honest feelings. As he relaxed within the cocoon of soft warm blankets, the tiny mutant began to feel drowsy, covering several pretty yawns behind a dainty hand.

He didnt remember the exact point that sleep conquered his exhausted body but Pavla had drifted off finally, sleeping soundly and securely in the knowledge that he was safe. His dreams had been of dancing and eating his fill of decadent foods, all in the company of the tall blond captain who slept beside him.

In the night, Nate moved closer. The arms that wrapped around him became a part of his dream, the cock that nestled between his ass cheeks caused a soft sigh to escape the tiny shadow mutant. Pavla burrowed back against the warmth of the large man that now pressed against him without thought of the discovery that was about to be made.

Pavla was shocked into instant awareness with Nate's strangled cry. He sat up in the bed and after only a moment to weigh the situation, the small mutant dissolved into shadows leaving the captain's shirt in the pile of rumpled covers.

Sadness swept over the small Romanian as his shadow figure rushed toward the evening bag that still held the $5000 given to him the day before. He knew it was time to go, time to take what he could and get away like the thief he was, but he didnt want to.

His hand materialized into flesh, scooping up the purse and hovering undecidedly over the shopping bags which held the beautiful clothing purchased in Paris with Nate. He couldnt carry them and Pavla knew it but it hurt to leave them, to leave all of this.

Quickly, the tiny mutant turned away from all his new found treasures, and rushed for the door, knowing he needed to get away in a hurry before the captain came out of shock and decided to kill him for his ruse. Pavla had almost made it to the door when another memory of his first real date caught his attention. A single red rose stood in a small crystal bud vase on a table near the door. The sight caused the small shadow boy to freeze. Why had he allowed himself to become involved? Didnt he know better? Had he really thought the captain wouldnt find out?

If tears could come from an inanimate boy, they would have been flowing. But they couldnt. That was one of the perks of being a shadow. No one could know how you feel, no one could touch you. Pavla wasnt sure if the ship was still on the ground but he hoped it was. Paris was beautiful. Perhaps he could find work there. He needed to hurry.

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glacier
2008-02-17 05:17 am UTC (link)

The look on Pavla's face before he faded away to his shadow form said it all and it crushed Nate's heart. He mumbled, "What? No!" and reached for his emptied shirt on the bed. What had he done in his confusion? What had he done?! Never had he felt so helpless...so panicked! Nate whirled, the shirt still in his hand... "Pavla!"... He ran to the door...he whirled and looked around the room...

The mind replays hours...days....of memories in seconds when one feels like the end is near...the end of life...or the end of something dear to them. Pavla had become dear to Captain Nathaniel Sterling in the short time between his capture in Bucharest and this startling discovery. Nate's mind presented the first portrait of Pavla...the unearthly beauty frozen in ice. He paused as he realized something that he hadn't even known himself...this was the very moment when he had fallen in love with the diminutive Romanian thief. He had fallen in love. Walking Pavla around the ship...returning the stolen property...drinking cocoa together...watching her/him try on so many dresses...eating 3 entrees at La Ferme Saint Simon...dancing for hours...racing to the top of the Eiffel Tower...talking in bed...his mind played through it all like a movie...and he knew...he knew that he could not let her...him...go!

Snapping out of his revery, Nate moved quickly and turned on the main lighswitch in the room,bathing the room in light and making Pavla's form easier to find. He had to find him. He couldn't let it end this way. Hopefully Pavla hadn't fled yet...if he had, Nate would never forgive himself.

NO! There! A hand attached to a shadow form. He's taking his money...to support himself. Before Nate could get to him, Pavla had already moved to the door, but something had made him pause...pause long enough for Nate to grab his hand; Pulling that small hand to his lips, the tall, handsome captain kissed it desperately and beseeched, "Pavla, don't go! I wasn't disappointed!".

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