Gideon Prewett (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} gideoned) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} anon_rpg, |
Really, Gideon just wanted to get away from all this negativity between them. It was tiresome and stressful. And if he could ignore the other for a few moments, that seemed like the best way.
But clearly, Sorin wasn't having it. It didn't take any kind of brain power to decipher Sorin's very clear statement. Gideon quirked a brow and put his book down on the arm of the couch to rest before turning his gaze over towards Sorin. He was definitely uncertain as to what Sorin was going to suggest to break this tension, especially since he added, what Gideon took as a warning, that he could be creative about it.
Gideon expected so much more when all Sorin seemed to do was stand up. Did he forget that he couldn't just walk away? Gideon was close to rolling his eyes until Sorin---with a short introduction---began to strip.
Already having caught his gaze, Gideon couldn't look away. Dumbfounded by the shock of Sorin just stripping down in the living room, right in front of him like that kept his eyes on the other man and his mouth slightly open. Gideon didn't consider himself a prude. And he wasn't uncomfortable with sexuality or his body but everything had a time and a place. And he didn't figure either was right for this.
As it happened, and Sorin took off his clothes in front of him, Gideon watched just to see how far the other really would go. Was he trying to test him? Push him a little? See if this ruffled his feathers? The questions swam through Gideon's mind, stirring with thoughts of what he was seeing. The contours of Sorin's body, his toned torso that slowly exposed itself to him as he lifted his shirt over his head. Gideon had overlooked the attractiveness of this man up until this moment, too caught up in his predetermined feelings for him. He turned his head sideways now, to show some sort of effort of looking away. He didn't want to be caught staring, though there certainly wasn't anything wrong with the view. He was keeping his cool too, trying his best to seem unaffected. But when Sorin's fingers grazed over his zipper, Gideon finally looked away completely, using the ruse that it was a great time to put that book back in his bag.
He took his time, getting the book into a perfect place and digging through his things once again until the rustling of clothing stopped and he was pretty sure that Sorin was changed and settled. "Good," Gideon said as if he was genuinely glad that Sorin felt better. Gideon felt the same. He shifted and got comfortable again. But, honestly, it wasn't that comfortable.
Gideon wanted to disagree. But there really wasn't any good reason why he shouldn't change out of work clothes and at least try to relax. And changing in front of Sorin would be no different than changing in front of the quidditch team before matches.
Grabbing up the clothing that he had tucked away for more comfortable evening attire (a pair of extra long, loosely fitting sweat pants and a simple fitted white t-shirt), Gideon shrugged and decided that Sorin may be right.
"It'd be better than this," he tugged at his work clothes, "if we're in for the evening," he added as if there was another possibility, which Gideon was hoping there wasn't. Though he felt fine with himself, he wasn't sure how intimate he wanted to be with Sorin. And though there was no touching and of course, this had nothing to do with viewing pleasure, there was still something in the back of his mind that couldn't help but to make this just slightly more than what it appeared at surface value.