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Adam Pucey (adampucey) wrote in landing_rpg,
@ 2008-11-18 00:58:00

Entry tags:

adam pucey, westly nott

WHO: Adam Pucey and Westly Nott
WHAT: A confrontation.
WHEN: Night.
WHERE: Dungeons. In front of the room.
RATING: TBA. High for Language.
STATUS: Closed / In Progress ; Partly-Logged

Westly couldn't stand just being in Slytherin anymore. Except for his mission earlier that day of putting graffti in all the girl's washrooms, he'd stayed in Slytherin all day avoiding class. He felt miserable, and he didn't know what to do with himself. He considered going to see Calli again, but he didn't know what else he could say to her.

He looked up in the corridor he was walking, and found himself in the familiar hallway. The classroom where everything where all the problems started was coming up, and Westly almost felt like turning back to go another way. He felt like he was going to be sick, so he had to stop for a moment to lean against the wall.

Adam left the library from his meeting with Alice with a heavy heart. The burdedn in his chest since a few days back had been a constant, and he was starting to fear that the respiration problems could already have evolved into a serious... illness. Because that's what he felt: sick. Meals were spent pretending he was eating while he merely pushed his food around his plate, distracting people with chatter long enough that they would not realize he hadn't eaten a thing until he was gone. His nights left him restless, and his days, in a trance.

Now, It was an almost unconcsious action that his feet were leading him through the castle, down the steps to the dungeons. He hadn't realized he was returning to the classroom Wood had seen him and Westly, until he was standing in fron of it, his eyes highlighting the familiar door. Such a masichist he was. A hand reached up to clutch his chest at the sudden pain as the memories returned. Should he go in?

Westly was taking a deep breath, trying to keep control since he was so close to the classroom. He felt so tired, and sick of all of it. But when he looked up he pushed away from the wall that time. He saw Adam there, with his hand on the door. Did he even see him there?

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" he said yelling more than he had expected. He was sure that would get Adam's attention. And now he didn't feel so weak anymore. He was full of adrenline. But he was shaking. He needed to do something. His emotions were building again. And he wasn't going to give Adam Pucey the benefit of seeing him crying.

Adam hadn't seen him. A marching band would have passed and he wouldn't have noticed that either. But his voice. It sliced through his trance like a dagger, and his head turned sharply towards the source. "I'm allowed to go wherever I want." he stated, the darkness concealing the slight widening of his eyes. He had to commend himself for keeping his tone and expression neutral- almost bored- as he looked at Westy. The hand on his chest let go, and he ran his fingers through his hair "What are you doing here?"

"It's the dungeons, my common room isn't very far away," Westly said trying not to grit his teeth loudly. God his eyes felt like they were going to start burning, but he wasn't going to cry. Damn him... Westly wanted to say something... do something that would hurt Adam. Hurt him as much as he was hurting now. But he couldn't think of anything... "I was only passing by anyway," Westly said staggering forward as he meant to just walk on by Adam and leave the corridor.

A raised brow. "Why did you stop at the sight of me then?" Adam knew he was provoking some violent response from Westly, but he didn't care. The other was here, and everythig about him just felt painfully familiar- his scent even lingering in the air. He wanted more. He needed this- he had to do something to make him stay. "In fact, why did you even bother talking to me? I wouldn't have noticed you if you just passed me by..."

He should have just ignored him. It was obvious that Adam was just trying to provoke him. But it hurt... what he said really hurt. Westly felt like he couldn't breath if he didn't do something. Fuck... why did he had to say that. "You Bastard!" Westly said yelling and putting his strenth into slamming Adam against the door. "I knew it then. You only wanted me for a few good fucks! I knew it even from the very beginning! Once you know I was into blokes, you just had to make me some kind of peg. Let's fuck up with Westly Nott's life! Another Pureblood, what a conquest!" he said yelling. He sucked in a breath in order to continue. "But no! I convinced myself you actually cared about me! I believed your lies!!! So when trouble comes, I just ask for a small break so we could protect what we have... you move on. You don't even TELL me it's over!!! Just overnight you have a girlfriend!!! Someone you can be in public with, and I can't even accuse you of anything because we had to be a secret!" Westly continued his hands tightening in fists in Adam's shirt. "I can't believe I worried about you. About you getting caught if we kept being careless!!! But you didn't even care!!"

It had definitely caught Adam off guard when Westly marched to him and slammed him up against the wall. His head had a rather painful collision with the hard surface, his vision blurring a bit so he had to close his eyes. But his voice, it was clear and pronounced as he spoke to him, each word feeling like a jab to his chest. He endured Westly's every false accusation, while he revelled at the sweet irony the pleasure from other's nearness afforded him, his hands finding the other's wrists as he tried to loosen the other's grip. "You don't know what you're saying." he said, his voice controlled. There it was, the anger he was looking for, clear in the others eyes, in his tone. But it hurt- giving him more pain than he was already enduring. "How dare you to fucking turn this around on me when I wasn't the one who left you! YOU left ME, Westly. You watched while I fell apart right before your eyes and didn't do a single thing about it!"

"I know EXACTLY what I'm saying!!!" Westly said yelling, trying to pull his wrists out of Adam's grasp. "And I WILL turn it back on you! Weren't you even listening Thursday? Or did your brain just shut off at the word BREAK! I said we'd wait for a couple of weeks at MOST! I didn't leave you! We only have five minutes Adam, and I was thinking about you! Thinking about what would happen if we were revealed! How you'd get disowned! And then I thought you were angry with me over that, so I LEFT! You weren't listening to me ANYWAY!" Westly said defending himself. "And what the fuck does that matter anyway, you're the one that went and got a new girlfriend over night! And flaunting that all in public. I hate you! I HATE you so much Adam Pucey!!!"

Adam's eyes greedily drank the sight of Wes so close to him again. It was pure agony having not seen him for so long, and not be able to touch him. He couldn't help the way his fingers softly ran over the other's hands on him, feeling the stress of the muscles from gripping him so tight. "I couldn't listen to anything else." he admitted, his expression pained. "No, no, Westly, you left me, without a promise of getting back together. What was I supposed to think?" He felt the bitterness of guilt on his tongue when Westly spoke of his concern over him, and not himself. He cared that much about him? "I wouldn't have wanted to find someone else to fill the huge void you've left in me if you didn't leave me in the first place. The fact that you even suggested it, Westly..." he said his name softly, all defenses slowly crumbling down. "I can't stand being away from you for a day. While you apparently can. That mere fact has been tearing at me since you said it. How could you take that away from me? From us?" A look of shock, then sadness masked his features when the other said he hated him. Hands, surprisingly gentle, found the side of the other's neck. "No. No you don't." he pleaded. "You don't hate me..."

"I said it was a break!!" Westly was very fervent on this. It wasn't his fault!! He didn't end it, they were just going too fast... they needed to slow down. And then it all crumbled away so quickly. It was harder not to cry now. Adam wasn't yelling and Westly voice was straining from yelling before, and now his throat hurt from holding back his sobs. "You could have said no... I would have been fine with no! But you went for someone else Adam!!! You didn't come back to me, to convince me. To fight for me! You just let me think it was over! You were cruel, and you hurt me when I was already missing you!" He said shaking his head. "You're wrong! I couldn't stand it, I would have come back to you right away after the horrible night I had Thursday. But you were with HER! What was I supposed to do!?" He tried not to look at Adam, not when his hands moved to his neck. And he was pleading, and he shook his head. "I should hate you!"

"A break means separation nonetheless." Adam interjected. "Either way it had meant that you can take being apart from me, and that broke me. YOU suggested a break, these things aren't exactly negotiable! If you didn't want to be with me, why would I keep hurting you by insisting that you stayed? I couldn't have fought for you, if you didn't want me to..." Clearly, there were things left unexplained, and lines misinterpretted between them. Adam's lips parted when the other told him he missed him. Oh, if the other only knew what he had been going through. "Tell me you don't want Alice in my life." he said, his thumbs drawing slow circles on his skin, a complete contrast to their almost brutal exchange of words. Though he had caused this anguish to Westly, he didn't think the pain that would come would hurt him more. "You know you should. You have every right to. But I know you don't. You don't hate me, Westly..."

"I didn't... I didn't think it would affect you so much. It was only an idea! We weren't thinking straight, or being careful. And we should have been! I just... needed to think. I needed time..." Westly said shaking his head, not wanting to accept blame for this. This stupid misunderstanding. "If you really didn't want to be away from me, you could have convinced me out of it... but instead you pushed me away!" Wes said feeling so weak now. He felt those thumbs on his skin, so Westly was resolved to close his eyes so he couldn't see Adam. Tightened his lids to fight off the tears. "I don't want you to have Alice in your life," he said though it should have been a given already. "I don't hate you..."

"It did, Westly." Adam said. "And I didn't push you away! I let you go. I though it was what you wanted! Why would I stop you if you wanted to go?" It wasn't as if Adam was placing all the blame on Westly's shoulders. The truth remained that it got bigger because of his recent decisions, and he knew he owed Westly the truth even though it might lead to more anger... to him moving away from him again. "She never was anything more than a friend..." he admitted in a whisper, his eyes looking intently at Wes. "We were never together..."

"You did push me away! When I would have fixed everything the next day, you were with her, and I couldn't do anything about it! You hurt me Adam!! Maybe it was hurting me back for what I did, but I didn't MEAN TO!" he said but he was already crumbling in his resolve to yell. Westly opened his eyes looking at Adam at that whisper. "What do you mean? "

Westy was so close already, that with the smallest movement, he could claim those soft lips in his. And he knew the other wouldn't protest. But at the same time, he knew he had to answer him- to admit the fault he has done to him. "Alice and I were never a couple. We're not dating. At all." he said, the pride he had earlier felt for his brilliant plan absent now. All he felt was guilt, and the undeniable pain that came with it. "The public displays were but a front. To... to get to you." he sighed, releasing Westly before the other could push him away, leaving his cold hands on his sides. "She was the best person for the job, and she agreed to it too easily. If there was one figure that would create a scandal as big as if you and I had been exposed, it was her. And I was right. The news spread like wildfire. And it... got to you." He casted his eyes down. "I wanted you back. It seemed at the time, the only way I could do so. I wanted to cling to the hope that you still wanted me... and that maybe you just needed the smallest push for you to realize you've made a mistake by breaking things off. But... you didn't..."

Westly's mouth gaped at what he was hearing. No... that was just... He would have been able to see through a fake. That just didn't make sense. If Adam had been that desperate who could have just come to him directly. "Merlin Pucey, for a Bloody Ravenclaw you're so STUPID!" he said smacking Adam in the arm. "You should have just come to me! I didn't break it off, but you missed that... so instead, you do this?" he said shaking his head. "It was CRUEL Adam! I thought you were cheating on me! And you were right it was public, and big, and I couldn't do anything about it because it would have just included me in that scandal! I can't BELIEVE you!" he said. He was mad... he just didn't know what to do. Where they were going to go from here. Clearly Adam wanted him back, he said so. But this couldn't be just forgotten so easily... Adam had broken his heart. He'd made him cry. Adam would have to fix this.

Not a twitch or a flinch happened to Adam when Westly hit him on his arm. He felt so overwhelmed that he was suddenly left completely... numb. He saw the other recoil at his revelation, one that bordered disgust it seemed, and such left him feeling something he has never experienced: he felt ashamed. It was true, every word that came from the other. He truly was cruel, and he was so aware of the fact at the time, consumed him that it blinded him from everything else. "I didn't know." he repeated, his voice reflecting his exhaustion. "I couldn't have come to you. I believed you left me then..." Westly's anger was poisoning the air between them, and Adam knew that if he didn't act fast, he would lose the other. In one quick decision, he pulled the other in the room. He closed the door behind Westly, locking it effectively this time, and pushing the other lightly against the hard wood. Darkness blinded his eyes for a second, but when his eyes adjusted to the weak light casted from the windows, he could see him clearly again, an angel with strong but pained features standing before him. "Tell me what I need to do." he asked, moving to stand close to him. His hands itched to reach out for him in the dark, to run on the smooth skin of his arm, his torso, but he refrained, keeping his hands in fists on his side. "I'll do what you need me to. I just... can't bear the thought of you hating me, of you leaving me again when it's so painfully obvious how we... need each other... how we scream for the other's nearness... Please, tell me I haven't completely fucked this up."

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adampucey
2008-11-19 12:23 am UTC (link)

"I. Am. Hurt." Adam huffed indignantly, hands clutching his chest, obvioulsy not dismissing the topic. "You are going to let manticore blood keep you away from me? Tsk tsk..."

Adam purred at the feel of the other's lips on his cheek. "Mmm..." he said, turning so he could look at Wes, his eyes moving from the other's plump lips to his eyes. "My bed? In my dorms?" he asked, smiling, hands moving to push the others coat off his shoudlers. "But haven't you ever thought of being here in the Main Hall? Imagine all the eyes looking at us while we kiss, and maybe do a little more than that..."

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wesnott
2008-11-19 12:49 am UTC (link)

"Well, what if you had vemon on you? You wouldn't want me to die, would you?" Westly countered. Though... that was a situation Westly would rather not think about. He'd only just got Adam back. The idea of him being infected with venom and never coming back was worse...

Westly let Adam pull his coat off, and he dropped it beside them on the table. "Yes, your bed," he said nodding, and he was determined. "Oh, I've thought about it. There have been a few times, I'd look up at you in public, and ours eyes locked, because you were looking at me too... all I've wanted to do was run over and snog you right there."

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adampucey
2008-11-19 12:57 am UTC (link)

Adam sighed. "Clearly, you're missing the point. But alright, what if I did?" he continued, his expression serious. "I just slayed a beat for you. Would you wish to save me?"

"Then it's settled. I'll see what I can do." It was strange hearing the same thoughts that had ran in his mind at the instance Westly mentioned now leaving the other's lips. "You knew I wanted the same thing back then..." he whispered, fingers sliding up and down Westly's sides. He lived for those moments- for the times they both felt rebellious enough to actually look at each other openly in front of everyone. One of his hands found the other's cheek. "What I would do to be able to walk these halls freely with you at my side.." his tone was almost sad, though he barely noticed.

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wesnott
2008-11-19 01:07 am UTC (link)

Westly noted the serious expression. They weren't getting anywhere with this... he was asking serious hypothetical questions, and it was putting a stop on their progress. "Saving you, and holding you is different. I'm not about to just have sex with you covered in manticore blood, especially if you're dieing. And it would probably be some miracle you'd actually managed to slay one, so of course I'd want to save whatever was left of you," he said pointing out.

He leaned his face in Adam's hand on his cheek and Westly sighed looking down at Adam. He wanted to suggest it... that they could be free. It would just be... sacrifices on both of their parts. And Westly knew the sacrifice would be great for Adam. "Are we ever going to be out in the open?"

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adampucey
2008-11-19 01:24 am UTC (link)

"You're being too logical about this." Adam said, shaking his light head. All he really wanted was for the other to say that yes, he will save him, all sense pushed behind them. But his boyfriend had to be reasonable. "Let me point out a few things. One: Your trust in my manticore slaying abilities are offensively low. I should be insulted. Two: Why couldn't you just say you'd like to at least save me and hold me? Three: all I really want to know is if you'd still want me despite what state I am in, whether if I were covered in manticore blood, or..." A thoughtful pause. "... slime. Maybe gravy. So. Would you?"

Adam found himself sighing at the other's words. "I... don't know..." he said, looking down, though he kept his hands on the other's cheek. The skin was soft, and warm under his palm. "I want so many things for you... for us." he corrected. "But they are ones we can't all have at the same time. I want the liberty of telling the world that I'm solely yours and can never be anyone else's, but I want to be able to preserve the ties I have with my family..." A long sigh escaped his lips as he looked at Westly again. "Come here..." he pulled the other in his arms, and allowed the other to rest against his chest, the steady beatings of their hearts in tune once again. The contact was most comforting. "Am I hurting you in any way with what I've said?"

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wesnott
2008-11-19 01:37 am UTC (link)

Westly sighed and rolled his eyes. He was just going to have to go along, or they were never going to get through this. "Fine, I trust that you'd be amazing, and slay the manticore that would try to kill us. You're brave, and strong and talented and it would be amazing. And I would try to save you, and I would weep and hold you until if I couldn't," he said pausing and giving Adam a strange look. "When would you ever be covered in slime, or gravy?" he rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss Adam's forehead. "And yes I'd still want you. Though I'd be a little disturbed to touch you right away."

Westly let his hand rest against Adam's chest as he was pulled down, and he curled into him, laying comfortably on Adam. He got what Adam was saying. The family connection was more important to Adam than to Westly... Wes knew he'd at least have his siblings he cared about on his side. But what Westly was worried about, if it came down to him or family, what would Adam choose? "A little bit..." he said not wanting to lie.

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adampucey
2008-11-19 01:51 am UTC (link)

Adam made a face of sour dislike, though the fact that he was just teasing this whole time was slowly seeping in the surface. "Now you're just being cruel with the heavy sarcasm." He smiled contentedly however, when the other kissed his forehead, somehow rendered speechless by the affectionate gesture. "I am wondering how you can still keep surprising me with every single touch..." he said, voicing his thoughts out.

Though he had expected what the other could say to his inquiry, it was completely different when the other had said it out loud. "I'm sorry." he whispered. "I have responsibilities, Wes. But I will admit tha I am... torn. Between my desire to fulfill my duties of being a first-born, and my longing to be with you." His eyes averted to the skies above him, the stars reflecting on his light eyes, and his fingers lightly combed the other's hair. "Tell me what you want for us..."

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wesnott
2008-11-19 01:57 am UTC (link)

"There can be some truth in sarcasm," Westly said smiling Adam's smile, especially when he was in awe of him for his sweet gesture. "That just means you love me."

He let out a sigh though at the mention of responsibilities. This wasn't going to be an argument satisfied over night, so he was just determined to put an end to it now for the moment. Westly pushed him up to a sitting position, his legs moving over Adam's waist. "What I want, is to be with you as often as I can. I just got you back after thinking I'd lost you. Why don't we worry about our future, in the future?" he said smoothing his hand over Adam's abdomen.

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adampucey
2008-11-19 02:09 am UTC (link)

"Some." Adam echoed. "Which is certanly not enough truth for me." It was hard to keep up his act of feigned hurt after the other's next words however. "Maybe." he said with a shrug, not giving the other the affirmation he wanted.

Truly, the other was good with distractions, and of course, he was, again, right. "It's good that I can count on you to be rational..." he smiled gratefully at the other, his eyes closing for the briefest second at the feel of this clever fingers on his stomach. "I just want it clear how I feel for you." He looked at the other deeply. "I've never wanted to fight hard for something or someone so fervently before you. You're a part of me now, and I don't think I can function again if I lost you. So if there are decisions I have to face in the future, please do not forget the words I have said now, because my affections for you will not change or wither with time...."

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wesnott
2008-11-19 02:14 am UTC (link)

"I may see some as more than you though," Westly explained. He scoffed at that response and smacking Adam's shoulder lightly. "You better. Or I take it back," he said eyeing Adam carefully.

Westly smiled and nodded. Yes rational, he was always the rational one. That saw how realistic everything was. The likelihood of how everything would turn out... "I'll remember," he said softly. He had to remember, to keep himself going, without getting frustrated and making him do something drastic.

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adampucey
2008-11-19 10:43 am UTC (link)

Adam had to laugh at the indignant blow. His hands, caught Wes' wrists easily and he took advatage of this leverage by pulling the other closer, leaving their faces barely a breath apart. "You can't take it back." he said knowingly. "And how can you doubt me so easily? You know it's because of that..."

Although Westly immediately accepted his words, Adam couldnt help but feel as if something was missing, that something essesntial was left unsaid. A sound sigh escaped his lips as his eyes once again found the skies overhead. It was almost calming having the warmth of the other on him, while he watched the stars wink at him above him. "I used to laugh at the prospect of... love. It seemed like such a foregign concept to me just months ago. You've... changed me, and I don't think you realize just how much..."

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wesnott
2008-11-19 10:56 am UTC (link)

Westly tried to pull his wrists away but he let Adam pull him forward after all. Adam's lips were so close to his, he could just lean in so easily. "I don't doubt you," he said placing a chaste kiss on Adam's lips. At least not for this.

He wondered what that sigh was for as he watched Adam's eyes look up to the sky. "I know I've never been in love with anyone before you," Westly said placing a kiss on Adam's jaw.

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adampucey
2008-11-19 11:06 am UTC (link)

Adam smiled broadly at the weak struggle, then graciously welcomed the kiss on is lips. "You should never doubt it." he whispered against the other's lips. He laid the other's hand over his chest, on his rapidly beating heart. "The same way I don't doubt what you feel about me..." He smiled.

A shiver ran through his at the contacts of the other's lips on his jaw. His hand came up to softly brush against the side of Wes' neck, and he felt the slight pulse under his fingers. "Never?" he echoed. Somehow such news left him greatly pleased, though he tried to not let it show too much. "Has anyone professed their love for you though?"

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wesnott
2008-11-19 11:13 am UTC (link)

Westly smiled, very happy to know that Adam didn't doubt the way he felt. That he was able to be sincere and believable, that meant a lot and made Westly feel all the more comfortable with the way things were now. "I think we'd better watch it, or we'll become hopeless romantics," he said smirking.

He moved his lips further down, his lips moving to suck at Adam's pulse point, leaving a light red mark. Westly chuckled at the question. "Wouldn't you like to know?" he said against Adam's skin. "I am very unforgettable, as you already know. I've had many think they were in love with me."

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adampucey
2008-11-19 11:25 am UTC (link)

Adam gave a light laugh, before feigning a look of distaste. "Oh, of course. We wouldn't want that horrible fate." he said. "If it would leave you at all appeased, we could establish some sort of code to live by to avoid corniness of any sort. I wouldn't want to turn you off in any way..."

"Yes, I truly would like to know who these men are." He said in a sigh at the slight pressure of the other's lips left a mark on his skin, the sore point sensitive to the slightest brush of the other's breath after. "Having been placed under your wicked spell for too long now, I know how unforgettable you are." he said, his hands moving southward to play with the front clasps of the other's shirt. "And perfectly desirable. Beautiful. Amazing. I could go on..."

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wesnott
2008-11-19 11:48 am UTC (link)

"I don't think we have to go that far," Westly said amused at Adam's feigned distaste. "I kind of want to see what you could do, to be a corny romantic," he said laughing.

"Too many for you to find them all," Westly said teasing, as he kissed his way down to Adam's collarbone, and he bit him there lightly, pulling the top buttons open of Adam's shirt. "Please do," Westly said about Adam going on about him.

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adampucey
2008-11-19 11:54 am UTC (link)

An amused noise left Adam's lips. "Oh, I can be romantic." he assured the other, confident at what he has revealed. "But i'm never corny. Maybe I'd like to see you be corny sometimes..." A laugh.

Adam pouted at that admission. "Can you at leastgive me an estimate?" He almost felt... threatened, even though he had quite a list of conquest himself. He was easily distracted by such disturbing thoughts however, by the persual of Wes' lips on his neck. He purred and moaned softly under him. "I could. But wouldn't you rather have my lips put into better use?" he licked his dry lips once.

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wesnott
2008-11-19 03:23 pm UTC (link)

"Well maybe you should show that more often," Westly said teasing Adam, especially since he sounded so confident in being romantic. "And, I am never corny, thank you."

"Nope. I wouldn't want you to get into a jealous rage," Westly said laughing, very amused. Westly leaned up after Adam spoke again. He did enjoy listening to those moans and purrs. "Hmmm... how would you use them? Maybe something like this," Westly said leaning down to kiss lazily.

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adampucey
2008-11-19 11:26 pm UTC (link)

"Romance can't be forced." Adam said, bringing one of Westly's hands and running it down her cheek, the soft caress most comforting. "It requires the right... setting. Just a perfect balance of things that will entice all the senses. It needs careful planning, and if you'd wih for me to make the effort, I will, mon cherie..." A grin, the a small laugh. "I've been practicing my french out of boredom. Just in case I need to go to Paris for some reason in the near future..."

"Jealous rage?" Adam echoed, with a curious raised brow. "You have to give my self-control jus a touch more credit. When the other leaned up to claim his lips in a lazy kiss, he nodded slowly, smiling against Wes as his hands carefully untucked the other's shirt. His hands greedily snaked inside to feel the other's stomach against him palm. "Every bit of me is yours. You can ask me to do anything for you..."

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	wesnott 2008-11-19 11:42 pm UTC (link)
	Westly arched an eyebrow listening to Adam's romantic explanation. He moved his hand further down Adam's cheek to his neck. "I'd like you to make an effort, yes," he said grinning. "Paris?" he asked curiously at that. He moaned softly feeling Adam's hands reaching stomach under his shirt. He definitely wanted more... "Make love to me then..." he said softly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

adampucey
2008-11-20 12:10 am UTC (link)

Adam smiled when the other said he wanted romance. In truth it was a field he specifically liked arranging- the looks of appreciation and awe things he craved for. But he raised an eyebrow at the look of surprise in the other's face. A sigh escaped him. "I'm hurt." he pouted. "You have forgotten so quickly?"

Make love. It made Adam wonder if they had ever used such a term before... or if Wes was aware he had said it. It was appropriate, and definitely how he would think of it from now on. In response to the other's words, his hand slithered up the other's chest to his neck and he pulled the other towards him in a passionate kiss, suppressed feelings fueling his desire to have Westly's bare flesh against his, to hear moans of pleasure leaving those gorgeous lips. In one quick movement, he pulled away and rested on hand against the back of Westly's head before he turned, leaving Westly underneath him. He sat on his heels on the hard wooden table, with Wes between his thighs, as he guided the other's legs around his waist. Carefully, he worked on the clasp of the other's shirt, lips placing kissing on every bit of skin exposed. The hard beating against his chest told him he was... nervous, and he has never felt anything quite like this...

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wesnott
2008-11-20 12:20 am UTC (link)

"Forgotten what-?" Westly said being he paused remembering. He'd promised he would take him. "Oh right," he said smiling a bit encouraging so that Adam really wouldn't be upset with him. "Sorry, I've been in emotional turmoil lately, and thought that all those promises wouldn't be fulfilled," he said as an excuse.

Westly kissed Adam back until he felt that movement where they switched positions on the table. He was aware of what he said, and he'd thought the phrase was appropriate for them that night. He moved his legs to Adam's waist, as he watched the other undo his shirt, and hummed at the other kissing down his chest. He reached down and buried his hands in Adam's hair.

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adampucey
2008-11-20 12:36 am UTC (link)

The recognition, though late, still managed to leave Adam appeased. He found that he couldn't find it in himself to be truly upset with Westly. A frown creased his features when the other mentioned the emotional stress he has placed him in, guilt clawing its way out of his chest. His fingers brushed his cheek, his gaze apologetic. "I would like to take our next years together to make it up to you. Would that be alright?"

It was effortless to render the other's shirt undone. His hands were quick but in contrast to this, his kisses took their time in exploring every stretch of the other's skin. They were in no hurry after all. He took a hard nipple in his mouth and sucked hungrily, his hands roaming the other's side in soothing strokes. He gave the same attention to the other nipple, before his lips progressed lower, where they lingered just by the clasp of the other's pants...

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wesnott
2008-11-20 12:45 am UTC (link)

"That would be more than alright," Westly said leaning into the fingers that were touching his cheek. He didn't mean to keep bringing it up, but he appreciated the apologetic look on Adam's face.

Westly gasped when he felt Adam's lips on his nipples. His hands his mouth... they felt so good on Westly's chest. And before long they were moving lower just by the waistline of his pants. "Adam..." he moaned softly.

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adampucey
2008-11-20 02:34 pm UTC (link)

"No rush though?" Adam whispered, liking the way moved against his hand. "We have a lot of time." He continued to touch him, drawing lines down the other's jaw, encouraged by the other's welcomed responses.

Adam needn't any more encouragements. After the soft sigh of his name from the other's lips, he took the clasp of the other's pants in one hand and started to work on them, lips and tongue finding his navel. But he seemed unsatisfied; he needed to feel the other's lips against his again. In one quick movement, he was over the other again, capturing his lips in a soft sensual kiss, fingers snaking in his open trousers to gently caressed Westly. "Help me out." he asked, nudging at one of the other's legs, silently pleading for him to open his legs...