Louis changed into his pajamas after his last message to Quentin. He had no plans to go out after he fell asleep and would most likely do a few things around his place then join him again later. He made sure to water Elizabeth and tell her how lovely she looked this evening. He’d heard that it actually helped plants to grow if you talked to them.
He flinched a little when a knock came on the door then hurried over to open it. “Quentin,” he smiled. “Hi, come in.” The door was shut behind him. He stood there a moment feeling a little anxious and giddy at the same time. Lestat would laugh at him if he could see him. “Are you ready for bed now? I do have a TV in my room. We can watch a movie or we can stay out here and watch a movie. I have some soda and snacks in the kitchen if you want them. Um, I think that’s it. I think.” He made a slight face then smiled.
The patter of Louis's speech was enough to dispel some of the nerves going through Quentin, enough that he leaned in for the other's hand and then went up on the balls of his feet so he could brush their lips together in a small kiss. He, too, was already in his pajamas, which were just as plain as what he'd described—plaid pants and a faded LOTR shirt, and had a small overnight bag slung over his shoulder. "You're so sweet." He smiled warmly. "I'm good on food and drink, really. The TV in your room is fine. We can turn it down low and talk until my eyes can't stay open anymore."
Even that soft kiss sent a fluttery feeling through the vampire. His smile was shy this time and he all but shrugged at the compliment. “I like your pajamas. They are cute.” They were so Quentin. “Okay,” he nodded, then led the way to his bedroom.
It was simple. Yet another reason Louis wanted to add some personal touches to his place. He pulled down the covers then slid in and invited Quentin to join him. His nerves started acting up again the moment the man was laying in the bed. He reached for the remote and offered it to Quentin. “You can find something to be the background noise.”
After dropping his bag on the floor behind the bedroom door, Quentin really didn't do more than take a glance around. Absolutely no judgment, though. Really, the only difference between his own and Louis's was Q's stacks of books and the magical black film over the latter's windows. He climbed into bed and debated for a moment about sitting up against the headboard or just settling against the pillows. In the end, he went with pillows and then took the proffered remote.
"See, now here's the conundrum: I could find some kind of sci-fi show, but there's a chance I might get distracted by a scene or two. On the other hand, there are nature shows, and those English accents can be so soothing, but you never know when you're going to look up to see animal-on-animal violence, which is a fun thing to have on your mind when you're trying to sleep." Quentin chuckled at himself. "Welcome to the way my mind works."
"That's not a conundrum, it's just television," he laughed. "It's supposed to distract you or soothe you with lovely English accents which I like as well." He'd heard a lot of different accents over time and with traveling, but there was something about the English one. "I can do without the animal violence. Maybe something on Netflix?" Which was totally new to him, but once it was explained to him he got it. "Or whatever you wish to watch. It doesn't matter to me." Many times he just had it on in the background because he didn't always like the quiet of the apartment.
"Or if you don't want the TV on I'm fine with that as well." With how much Quentin talked about reading he imagined he often fell asleep doing just that.
"Okay, but consider, I'd much rather be distracted by and/or listen to you while I fall asleep. Or attempt to." Quention chuckled, but still turned the TV on and found a kid-friendly nature show he'd seen at least a couple dozen times at this point. The volume was turned down low and the remote handed back to Louis. "Do you have any plans for what you might do after I fall asleep? What do you do with your typical evening?"
“Like I’m so exciting,” he teased, “or maybe I’ll bore you to sleep.” Louis took the remote and sat in on the bedside table then shifted to lay on his side facing Quentin. It was strange and a little nerve wracking to be in bed with someone he was interested in. He’d truly not shared a bed with anyone since Sarah. Not like this. “I go for a walk most nights unless it’s raining. Sometimes I’ll ramble around the city to see who’s out and about. I want to go to the movies, but haven’t yet. After you fall asleep I’ll do some tidying up, maybe write a bit, watch some TV. Sometimes I talk to Lestat through texts. He’s the only other ‘person’ I know who keeps such late hours. I’m surprised he doesn’t hang out in the city more.” He thought the other vampire would rarely be in his apartment.
“Can I touch you?” Louis asked. “Not like that. I just don’t want to give you the wrong idea.” He felt a little flustered and awkward asking, but if Quentin was trying to fall asleep he didn’t want to bother him in that way.
"Impossible," Quentin teased right back. "Boring isn't something I think you're capable of being." He, on the other time, with his books and nerdy tendencies could probably bore the average person to tears. "That's an impressive list. You can probably find some late night showings, if you're ever serious about going to the movies. Some places do midnight ones, too, but those tend to be for cult classics like Rocky Horror and stuff. Not that I ever really went, but I know it tends to be a thing in cities like this."
He turned on his side at the request and smiled, searching his face before giving a brief nod. "Yeah, of course you can. Whichever way you want. Would it be okay if I held your hand or put my arm around you while I'm falling asleep? Once I'm under, you can easily slip away. If I'm comfortable and happy, I can sleep like a log. I just have to get there, y'know?"
"You have obviously never heard me ramble about boring day to day things or missing my home. I can be boring like anyone else." Especially when he felt like he wasn't up on everything in this world. Music, movies, TV, fashion, technology and everything in between he felt he knew little about and couldn't carry on a decent conversation. That's what happens when you get thrust thirty-something years into the future. "I don't do them all every night," he chuckled. "There is a theater that does late night showings of new releases. I was just hoping to get someone to go with me sometime."
"Yes, to both. You can touch me however you like. I know what you mean. Being comfortable goes a long way for a good night's sleep or morning sleep," he grinned. Louis reached out and sifted his fingers through Quentin's hair first thing then let them traced down his jaw then further over his chest. He pressed his hand over Quentin's heart and closed his eyes, listening to its familiar rhythm. Opening them, he leaned in to close the gap between them, kissing the other tenderly then deepened it.
"So long as it's a Friday or a Saturday, I'm totally in for a late showing. Or I can just take the next day off. Have a long weekend." That was all Quentin said before all his words were stolen from him. As Louis's fingers trailed over his skin, he had to remind himself that this wasn't why he'd come over, even though his body was really trying to take notice. Q wasn't idle, either. He skirted his fingers up the other's arm and to his shoulder and then back into his hair as those cool lips moved against his own. A small noise of pleasure left him, a little contented hum. His heart picked up speed.
“We’ll have to pick a movie to go to one weekend then.” Most thoughts left his mind when warm lips moved with his own. He was becoming addicted to those lips already. He smiled a bit into the kiss when he felt Quentin’s heartbeat quicken and his hand slid down his chest only to find it’s way to his hip then his back to pull him closer. The vampire had to remind himself that although he could kiss all day, the other man would need air. So he pulled back slightly and nuzzled against him. Being like this awakened feelings he hadn’t felt in such a long time, feelings he sometimes wondered if he was capable of having.
Quentin's breaths came in short, shallow puffs, and his lips buzzed presently. He felt warmed down to his core, and having Louis's cool body against him was a perfect counterpoint, heightening things rather than distracting him. "I really like this. I really like you, if that wasn't blatantly obvious." He looped his arms around the other's shoulders, one hand going into his hair, the other tracing the top of his spine. "You can kiss me again, if you want to. As much as you want. I can't promise a part of me won't take notice if we keep going, but I swear nothing needs to be done about it. It'll go away on its own. Really."
"You really like me?" Louis grinned, staring at the other man. "I may have had an idea of that." He laughed softly and let his fingers smooth over Quentin's back and up into his long locks. It was very pleasing when the other man put his arms around him and they played over his own body. That he even wanted to touch him in such a way was something the vampire wasn't sure he'd get used to. For so long he believed he'd always be alone.
Louis looked into Quentin's eyes. "Hmmm." A smile spread over his lips once more. "I think you can kiss me too, Mr. Coldwater. As for it affecting you," he glanced between them then back up, "I'll take that as a compliment." He chuckled then kissed Quentin. His tone turned soft and a bit more serious. "I'm not trying to keep you up. Well, not that way. If it's too much anytime, just say so. I'd rather you get a good night's sleep."
"No, no," Q mumbled against Louis's mouth, not wanting to go far now that they were back to doing this for a while, "'s not too much. 'S just right. 'S perfect."
He lost track of how long they were like this, held close in equal measure, exchanging unhurried kisses and fingers tangling in one another's hair. Between the work day and the tender way Louis touched him, any fire of arousal stayed banked and smoldering, nowhere near demanding. Quentin knew it wouldn't take much, but he was grateful for Louis not letting him tip in that direction. Something about the situation brought a question to mind, and his curiosity got the better of him. "How do you like to be seduced?"
The murmured words, the kisses and touches were more than enough for him to remain close, to let it continue. Not that he wanted it to stop. Every sensation and feeling was in a way, new. There was something about Quentin’s touches, forward yet soft and gentle. It was as if he could read Louis’s mind.
He pulled back at the question. It hadn’t been expected. Despite that, a mix of grin and smirk curved his lips. “I’ve never been seduced.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Lestat had seduced him into taking the dark gift. He’d wanted a companion, he’d wanted Louis. That had been entirely different though. “You don’t have to seduce me, Quentin. I’d rather you woo me,” he smiled. “I already want you and when it’s right we’ll get there.” How ever that would be for them. “Do you want me? I’m an open book for you. Your kindness, understanding, everything about you has already seduced me.”
"Can't I do both?" Quentin chuckled and pushed in to kiss the tip of Louis's nose and then the corner of his mouth. He really should have been trying to sleep, but he just kept getting distracted. "Of course I want you. Is that not obvious? I want everything about you. I want your history. The stories you haven't told me yet. Even the not-so-fun parts. God knows I have a few of my own." Another kiss, this time to the other's chin before pressing a lingering one to his mouth. "But tonight? I just want to fall asleep wrapped up in each other. And maybe someday I'll find out all the ways to drive you the good kind of crazy."
"God, I really hope you do both," Louis replied sincerely. He stroked Quentin's cheek and looked into his eyes. How easily he could get lost in them. "It is obvious, but sometimes I need reassurance." A lot of this was new to him and he never wanted to assume anything because that never seemed to go well. "You are free to ask me anything anytime you want to. I want to always be open and honest with you. I'm not perfect, but I do try my best to be good." Not that he always succeeded, but he kept trying. "I know you have your less than stellar moments and I think that's part of your appeal and I want to hear them and the amazing ones. I want it all." He leaned into the kiss and dared to press a kiss to Quentin's neck. "Sleep now, beautiful. I wish you sweet dreams and peaceful rest." He shifted then put his arms around Quentin and pulled him onto his chest, his arms going around him. He closed his own eyes, listening to Quentin's breathing and his heart as he drifted off to sleep.