Всегда помните кто вы есть (kmmk) wrote in horror_story, @ 2012-09-13 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassandra, complete, cycle001, kostya, marcus, rob, tanner |
WHO: Konstantin and Tanner [Open to anyone]
WHEN: Before 11pm,
WHERE: Ending up at the bar.
WHAT: They manage to get out of bed long enough to go downstairs.
WARNING: We're wordy...
It was the thunder that woke him up. Konstantin rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times before looking at the clock. He stared at it for a moment before the fog of sleep-- and the activities of that afternoon-- dissipated enough for him to remember that they hadn’t been able to figure out how to set the clock in their hotel room to regular time, the sensible 24 hour clock that everyone but Americans used. At least that meant the clock wasn’t really telling him that it was ten in the morning, which he was glad for, but it also meant that they’d fallen asleep in the middle of the day and it had turned to evening, which he wasn’t so happy about. That wasn’t how they were going to spend their honeymoon. Though, thinking back on how they’d spent the time since they had arrived at the hotel late that morning, it wasn't all that surprising how tired they were. Or how hungry Konstantin was.
The hotel had been Tanner’s find. Konstantin insisted that they had to go on a honeymoon, even if they really didn’t have a ton of extra money at the moment after having just moved to New York City. Tanner had talked about wanting to put money aside to bring Konstantin’s mother to the States, but Konstantin felt that spending the money on themselves was a much better use of it and had told him so. Tanner had been working so much, they hardly had enough time to really be together, a honeymoon was the perfect remedy to that. They’d looked at a lot of different places and ideas. It was between going somewhere extraordinary but staying in a cheap hotel, or going somewhere simple and staying in a fancy hotel. It only took a little discussion to realise that they probably weren’t going to do all that much sightseeing, so they might as well choose to splurge on the room. And the room didn’t disappoint. It was every bit as fancy as their wedding ceremony hadn’t been. It had bothered him just a little that they hadn’t married in the church, but there was no getting around that just yet. Maybe someday.
Konstantin stretched a little, careful not to jostle Tanner too much, that wasn’t a nice way to wake up. He moved a few layers of blankets off himself, pushing them more onto Tanner, knowing how much his boyfriend-- his husband-- liked to burrow under piles of covers. That was one of the very few things they disagreed on. Tanner got cold easily and Konstantin got hot easily. Tanner liked blankets, Konstantin wasn’t used to them at all. As compromise, they left the window open year ‘round and slept with at least two blankets. The colder it was in the room, the closer Tanner snuggled to him, and he certainly couldn’t say that bothered him in the least. He thought about getting out of bed, but that idea didn’t appeal to him very much. Instead he pulled Tanner closer, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“Tann’a? Супруг?” It made him smile to call him ‘husband’, he did it as often as he could. There was no denying that he truly loved him, it was obvious in the way he looked at him, the way he touched him. No matter what other truths they held, that was fundamental. “You wake? I have hungry.”
The feel of fingers brushing hair from his face was the first thing to rouse Tanner, followed by the patter of rain against the window and his husband's voice. Husband. He had to admit that it was still a little surreal to think of himself as married, but he was happily getting used to it. While it was still hard for him to believe at moments that he really did have someone as amazing as his Kostya and that they were now bound for forever, their honeymoon had helped wonders with assuring him that this was not all some crazy dream of his. It had also helped ease the small part of him that still felt guilty that they couldn't get married in a church. He knew it had bothered Konstantin as well, and while he knew there was nothing either of them could do about it other than wait for the day they could be married in their church, it still hasn't sat well with him. Before meeting Kostya he had never thought that something such as that would affect as it had. He had grown up largely ignoring his faith as a whole, but meeting Kostya had turned that on its head and it was something that brought him a peace he hadn't been expecting. Even when they faced how unfair the world could be because of it.
Still, he couldn't keep dwelling on that, and there was no way he was going to let that affect their trip. Everything so far had been perfect, and more than he could have ever dreamed of and he was glad that he had given into Kostya so easily on the idea of the trip.
Next to him, Kostya's stomach give a particularly loud grumble and he couldn't hide the smile that brought to his lips even if he wanted. It was time to wake up alright. There were times he could swear he married a bear the way Kostya could eat after sleeping, as if he'd been hibernating all winter long, and if they didn't venture out for food soon, his Kostya would be gnawing at the bedposts. It was one of those little things that only served to endear him more to his husband.
His thoughts caused his grin to grow through the deep yawn slipping out of his mouth. and that was enough to help push the rest of sleep from his body, and he opened his eyes at last to peer up at Kostya's face, blinking in the dimness of the room. "Mmm, hi." He says as he stretched out, yawning loudly again before curling back around Kostya with another grin. "I can hear your stomach rumbling through all my blankets."
Konstantin couldn’t take his eyes off him. He was like something from a fairytale waking up like that. He wasn’t sure if birds should be singing or something, but the thunderstorm outside would have kept them away if reality didn’t. He wasn’t sure where these thoughts were coming from but they probably had something to do with the fact that his brain had been-- well, his brain was still slightly foggy. Being with Tanner frequently did that to him. He leaned down to kiss him sweetly. That was the best way to wake up that he could think of.
He hadn’t heard his stomach growl, but he wasn’t surprised Tanner had. He had stopped being surprised when Tanner knew him better than he knew himself. Sometimes it scared him, but it never surprised him. He made a face, holding his stomach, “It not so much! I have need to eat thing. We go there do it or we have it bring here?”
Tanner whined slightly as the kiss ended, not wanting it to end just yet. Kostya's kisses were like an addiction he could never get enough of, with both the ability to cloud his brain and make everything perfectly clear at the same time and he wanted nothing more than to savour them for as long as he could. But while he would have loved to lay there kissing his husband, he knew sooner or later that they would have to venture out and get food.
Plus he was starting to get hungry himself and while the idea of room service sounded very appealing at that moment, his curiosity was also getting the better of him and he wanted to see their new surroundings. Sitting up at last he smiled as he reached out to run a hand through Kostya's hair. "Want to go see what they have downstairs? I want to see what all this place has."
With a sigh, Konstantin managed to get himself to a sitting position. He frowned at the clothes strewn on the floor. He kept a very neat apartment, even when they had marathon sessions that tended to knock things over and he was going to keep a neat hotel room too. He stood, picking up the mess they’d made the night before. He tossed dirty clothes into the plastic laundry bag and moved shoes over near the door. He hadn’t bothered to get dressed before cleaning, but that wasn’t exactly new. Besides the room was a comfortable temperature. Which meant he knew it was too cold for Tanner.
He went to the suitcase, rummaging through to find some clean boxers and a pair of pants that he tossed in Tanner’s direction before finding the same for himself. After shimming into the jeans that were just a shade tighter than they should have been, he went back over to Tanner for approval. “You think I get gooder served in this?” He flashed a teasing grin.
Tanner shook his head as he watched Kostya start to clean the room, biting his lip to keep from pointing out that the hotel had a maid for that very reason. He knew his Kostya, and he knew how he didn't like to be waited on and always kept things clean and tidy at home and he knew there was no point in pointing it out. Plus. he had to admit, the show in front of him was far from a bad thing. Kostya's body was a work of art and something he could easily admire all day long.
Pulling his covers around him he sat up more, smiling when a pair of jeans were thrown his way. He had just started to untangle from his blankets and pull them on when Kostya made his way across to him and he caught sight of just what jeans his husband had on. Between his teasing grin and the way the denim hugged his husband's ass, there was no way Tanner could hold back the low growl that escaped his lips. "You'll get served alright. To me."
Konstantin laughed, the smirk turning even more teasing. He knew what the look would do for Tanner and he was very happy to use it. It was only fair since Tanner used the same look to get Konstantin out of bed to run with him about half the mornings of the week. “You have me? Come to get.” He backed up, out of his reach, but held his hands out towards him. “I want a thing to eat!”
He frowned, catching his reflection in the mirror. “You think I go to eat and have not put a shirt? It has hot in this inside.” Sometimes his tolerance for cold was annoying when it translated to being hot anywhere that had too much heat. When he was younger, sometimes the they had heat in their house, sometimes they didn’t, and even when they did, it was turned very low, so he got used to not having it. And when he did have it, he got quickly overheated. “Much hot.”
"You look hot." Tanner teased back, getting out of bed at last and finished pulling his jeans on before stretching his body out like a cat, bending his back backwards and twisting until he's satisfied, a small groan escaping.
With a smile to Kostya he slowly headed over to the suitcase, rummaging through until he pulled out one of Kostya's more worn hoodies for himself. Once it's pulled it on, he got back to going through the clothes again, before mumbling a small "Aha," and picking up a t-shirt, turning to hold it out to his husband. "How about this one?"
Even as he took the t-shirt, Konstantin made a face, “I like better to have none.” But he was just complaining for the sake of complaining. He knew very well that he couldn’t go down to dinner at a classy place like this shirtless. To be honest, he knew that he should have put on something fancier than a t-shirt and jeans, but it was his honeymoon and he didn’t want to dress up. He was happiest when he was comfortable and this vacation was all about being happy. He pulled the shirt over his head. “More better?”
He glanced into the mirror to arrange his hair, but didn’t spend more than a couple seconds, it wasn’t like it was going to stay fixed for long anyway. He grabbed his wallet from the dresser and the key to their room. Both went into his pockets along with his phone. It wasn’t as if anyone was going to call, but it was a habit that he hadn’t broken since he got one after coming to the States. “Hurry! I eat you if not food things.”
"You look amazing." Tanner said, meaning every word. Kostya could wear a paper sack and look stunning, he was just that handsome. While he loved his husband for everything that he was, brains and charming personality and everything else, there was no way he couldn't admit that he hadn't been struck by his looks the first time he met him.
Still smiling at him, he finished pulling on his shoes on and grabbed his own phone and wallet, checking to make sure there hadn't been any new texts or calls before shoving it in his pocket. Stretching one more time, he walked over to Kostya, wrapping his arms around his waist. "You know that doesn't sound like a bad threat, right?" He said with grin.
He laughed, leaning back against him, “Not I mean the good way.” He ran his hands along Tanner’s arms, sighing a little at being held like that. In the back of his head, he knew he wasn’t supposed to like it, it was pretty feminine, but at the moment he didn’t care. It felt good to be held. He didn’t always have to be the ‘man’ that his mother raised him to be, not now that he had Tanner. They could take turns, at times, and that was okay. It was just the important things that he had to lead.
“We go now.” He turned, pulling out of his arms a little, showing him his best faux-annoyed face, “I have hungry! We go now, husband.” It was hard to keep the annoyance on his face too long, looking at him. If he had to be married, he was glad it was to someone that he actually enjoyed being around. Tanner wasn’t charming, but he had charmed Konstantin in his own way. He grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the door, “We go.”
Tanner laughed, going along with Kostya and letting him lead him to the door. "We're going!" He told him, ducking in to steal a kiss first. He loved when Kostya was like this, playful and loving at the same time. When he was around him, he couldn't help but smile. There were days that he felt his face would feeze from the way he smiled around Kostya, even when things were at their lowest he could make him smile.
"So what do you want to eat? And where?" He asked, wanting to get him whatever it was he wanted. No matter how much, he wasn't going to spare any expense on his Kostya.
Konstantin lead him out of the room, only letting his kiss last a second, knowing how quickly that could turn into not leaving the room at all. He headed directly for the elevator. Yes, he knows he should have taken the stairs and given the choice Tanner probably would have, but a little lazy was okay on vacation. And it wasn’t as if he had a sport to train for anymore. He pressed the button for the lobby. “We eat at....” He frowned. The English word he was looking for was just out of his grasp. “...ресторан? Place to eat at table and person bring it the food.” He paused, “Нет, they has bar to sit and have some eat and drink. That one.”
He took Tanner’s hand as they left the elevator. Getting his bearings, he guided them towards the bar.