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friendlyjustin (friendlyjustin) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-11-16 21:09:00

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character: justin finch-fletchley, character: tristan travers

Justin and Tristan
WHO: Justin and Tristan
WHEN: Sunday Night, November 16th
WHERE: Wingbeat
WHAT: Justin isn't working and he can't sleep. So he goes out.
RATING: R
STATUS:

Since his dinner with Susan, things had been going downhill for him, even worse than that week h'd spent working at the Janus Thickey ward and starting Battlescars at the same time. He knew that he was in a messy situation between Seamus and Wayne and none of it was simple. It would take time to solve and get in order, but until then he found his flat way too quiet for his taste that night. Sighing, he sat at the bar, at Wingbeat, a drink in front of him. He wasn't going to have much more than that glass of red wine, but it still beat having a cup of tea alone at home.

His finger trailed around the edge and he smiled. It was not too busy in there, just enough that he felt comfortable.

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alliterative
2014-11-26 06:00 am UTC (link)

Tristan kissed back, hand moving to the back of Justin's head at the base of his neck. He held the kiss long enough to show his interest but not long enough to get awkward, then pulled back a little bit, keeping close. "I might need more than one go. It's been awhile." He blushed a little, hoping the dim lighting would hide it a bit. He really didn't want to admit it'd been a long time since he'd properly been with someone, but he thought he owed it to Justin to let him know. Just to be safe.

Before he could respond, Tristan leaned forward and quickly kissed Justin again, letting his hand move down from his neck to his shoulder, then along his chest. He grinned as he pulled back, letting his hand run down Justin's torso until he could grab hold of his hand. "Lead the way," he said, mischief in his tone and eyes.

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friendlyjustin
2014-11-26 06:23 am UTC (link)

It really wasn't a long walk to make it to the Leaky Cauldron once he had paid for his drinks and tipped the bartender well. He let go of Tristan's hand long enough to check into a room and he smiled as they made their way upstairs. It was a basic room, but it would definitely be what they needed.

He puts on a 'Do not disturb' sign, locked the door and put up a Silencing Charm, unaware of whether there was one or not already. Justin didn't want to take any chance.

Turning to Tristan, he chewed on his lower lip. He as blushing, feeling nearly as anxious as he was excited to do this.

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alliterative
2014-12-13 03:13 pm UTC (link)

Tristan closed the space between them, kissing Justin closed mouth but not without desire. One hand went behind Justin's neck, the other to his waist, and he pulled him closer. Briefly he wondered and cursed all those damn buttons Muggles used on their clothes and the fact that Justin was wearing Muggle clothing, but he suspected he'd truly be cursing when it came to actually dealing with the shirt and the slacks.

After a moment, Tristan pulled back, just enough to look at Justin's face as his hands moved toward those damnable buttons. "You had to wear buttons," Tristan said, no hint of anger on his voice as he smiled, his fingers fumbling a little on a button. If confronted, he'd blame it on his lack of button experience as it related to sex, but part of it was also slightly shaky hands. It had been too many years since he'd last done anything like this, and that hadn't involved buttons but simple wizard robes that were easily pulled off. Briefly, in the back of his mind, he thought that buttons must offer some kind of secret protection.

With one button undone, he kissed Justin again, his fingers working a second one.

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friendlyjustin
2014-12-13 07:44 pm UTC (link)

Justin chuckled and smiled at Tristan. "Let me.." He said softly, unbuttoning quickly three of them before he pulled on the collar of the shirt, taking it off over his head instead of finishing to unbutton it. It tousled his hair and he grinned as he threw his shirt away.. "There you go." He whispered, then reached out to help Tristan out of his own clothes.

"I want you.." he added before leaning in to kiss the other young man deeply.

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