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Liam Neeson and Bradley Cooper - Reconnecting
Liam wasn't sure that today was a good first or a bad first. After the most devastating event of his life, losing his wife and Mistress, he'd had a lot of firsts. Some of them were good, like the first time he'd realised that yes, he could go on with his life, or the first time he'd made himself come and not felt bad that he hadn't thought of her. Some were bad, like the first time he noticed her mark on him and realised he'd never have that again, or the first time the boys woke up crying for her after they hadn't for a while. Today was the first time he'd been to the club without Natasha. That wasn't good, but on the other hand, feeling okay about it was a good thing, so overall it felt like a good first.
He ordered a Guinness, and sipped it slowly as he looked around the bar. There was the usual mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces, and he was thinking about heading upstairs to his room - he didn't keep a house in LA any more, he'd had to keep the place in New York because that was the boys' home, and he couldn't sell the place in England, but LA had been just too connected to them, and Vanessa had taken it off his hands. So he had decided to stay at the club for this visit, and he was thinking about heading upstairs. It wasn't like he was looking for someone.
Glancing up, Liam saw a familiar smile, bright enough to light up the room. "Bradley?" he murmured to himself, and he remembered...
Remembered shooting in the jungle. Flirting, and not feeling guilty about it, but not being able to take it further. Except for one kiss, on the last night of the press tour. The kiss that had made him harder than anything but serving her had in years.
"Bradley!" This was a call, one intended for the other man's ears. Liam smiled, maybe he'd at least found some company.
He ordered a Guinness, and sipped it slowly as he looked around the bar. There was the usual mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces, and he was thinking about heading upstairs to his room - he didn't keep a house in LA any more, he'd had to keep the place in New York because that was the boys' home, and he couldn't sell the place in England, but LA had been just too connected to them, and Vanessa had taken it off his hands. So he had decided to stay at the club for this visit, and he was thinking about heading upstairs. It wasn't like he was looking for someone.
Glancing up, Liam saw a familiar smile, bright enough to light up the room. "Bradley?" he murmured to himself, and he remembered...
Remembered shooting in the jungle. Flirting, and not feeling guilty about it, but not being able to take it further. Except for one kiss, on the last night of the press tour. The kiss that had made him harder than anything but serving her had in years.
"Bradley!" This was a call, one intended for the other man's ears. Liam smiled, maybe he'd at least found some company.