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myles alfred ; vivisector (ex_beastinsi778) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2010-02-15 02:34:00

Jean-Paul: Honestly, he wasn't that stupid to think he really had a chance with Bobby. Well, Jean-Paul initially did think he had a chance with him, but by the time Valentine's Day night rolled around it was becoming really hard to ignore the obvious: he had fallen in love yet again with a straight man. Looking back on it all, he really couldn't believe how his affections toward Bobby had made him act, especially on the network where everyone could see. It was quite embarrassing, but he still couldn't help his feelings. Jean-Paul just desperately wanted to be wanted by the other man and it had driven him to do things that were normally out of character.

It was that need to feel wanted that was the reason he was knocking on Myles' door at around two o'clock in the morning. While Bobby didn't want him, Myles did and in Jean-Paul's clouded mind, that was better than nothing at all. It was at least something that made him feel like he wasn't completely worthless to guys. "You were right," was all he said when the door finally opened. "He will never love me." He sounded defeated.

Myles: Myles had half made up his mind not to let Jean-Paul in when he came a-knocking - but then he was there, and looking so miserable, and Myles just couldn't do it. He opened his door fully, stepping back so Jean-Paul could come in. He wouldn't say he told you so, he wasn't that much of an ass. But you know, he did. Tell you so.

"Do you want something to drink?" Myles' room was surprisingly tidy, mostly devoid of possessions except for books. All of the walls were lined with bookshelves, and most of them were full of books. It was really the only thing Myles regularly spent the small paycheck on. Books, books and more books. He did, however, have a bottle of scotch out in plain view, and it was about three quarters full.

Jean-Paul: One moment he was standing in the door way and the next he was clear across the room standing in front of one of the full bookshelves. His head tilted to one side as he read a few of the titles. While he didn't talk about it much to anyone, Jean-Paul actually liked to read (he blamed it on a lonely childhood), but he didn't do it as much since moving to America. He would never admit to most people that his reading comprehension of English was much less than perfect, so that made reading a bit difficult and a bit expensive to order them from Canada. Hence why he had taken to watching shows like Tyra.

"Umm. No thank you," he finally answered as he pulled his attention away from the bookshelf and turned it to Myles. Since the bottle was out, he assumed he was talking about the scotch. "Alcohol does not really do anything to me, so it would be a waste."

Myles: "No worries." He smiled a little at Jean-Paul, watching him looking at his book collection. For some reason, he wanted to ask Jean-Paul what he thought of it, if he'd read any of the books. He didn't really talk to people much about what he read, but now he wanted to. "It doesn't do much for me either, but I still try sometimes."

Like when the guy you loved ran off to fight for some straight guy's love after you'd just offered yourself to him. Myles didn't have a lot of pride left, so that had stung. He had been so certain that he wasn't going to give Jean-Paul another chance, but well, now that the French-Canadian was here...

Jean-Paul: One title looked familiar! Sort of. He might lie and say he thought he had read it just so he wouldn't look stupid or uneducated. Thank goodness Jean-Paul wasn't really here to discuss books. Actually, he wasn't 100% sure why he had decided to show up at Myles door considering he still loved Bobby, but he pushed those thoughts aside since no amount of love would make Bobby love him back.

"Maybe if we drank three bottles of vodka in a row it would work." That was said with an awkward laugh as he wasn't quite sure were exactly this would go. Well, he was and he wasn't. "After Walter, I always told myself I would never like a straight guy again."

Myles: "Couldn't hurt to try," he said with a bit of an awkward grin. Myles wasn't usually one to advocate getting drunk, but sometimes you just need the oblivion. He took a seat on one of the arm chairs, waving for Jean-Paul to grab one of the other ones.

"It sucks, doesn't it? Especially when they're in love with Jean." Myles had been there, Jean-Paul. He really had.

Jean-Paul: He actually walked at a normal pace as he grabbed one of the other chairs and dragged it close to Myles, but still far away enough he could face him. "In love with her split ends and all," he joked. OK. Jean didn't really have split ends, but Jean-Paul was just grasping for any reason not to like her at the moment. In reality, she was one of those people that everyone truly liked and if it hadn't been for Bobby, Jean-Paul would have still thought she was a decent girl. Love sure did make a person say and do crazy things. "I am not surprised though. I tend to have crap choice in men." Normally he wouldn't be so honest about things, but he was feeling bad and Myles wanted him, so it was all right to say a few things.

Myles: Myles wanted to rip Bobby's head off for making Jean-Paul feel like this. He didn't deserve to be hurt like this, to feel so badly about himself. But he managed to stifle the feeling, to stop himself from shifting and acting on the impulse. He didn't want to scare Jean-Paul off, and killing the man he loved would not help anything. "I've been there," he said with a bit of a smile. "I spent most of last year in love with Logan." The only other person he'd admitted that to was Dominic, and he did so now with little more than a shrug. "But it doesn't have to be like that now."

Jean-Paul: Huh. He never really took Myles for liking the hairy type. Then again he had never really pondered the other man's type at all. "I spent most of the past year fucking around with Jack, who did not care about me but he was very good at pretending he did. And then there was Stephen who was a complete emotional void. And others." While we were on the topic of sharing, Jean-Paul didn't think crushing on Logan was as bad as his past experiences. He shifted in his chair and thought about Myles' statement for a moment while the silence passed between them. "How so?"

Myles: Myles smirked a little bit. "I've been sleeping with Dominic. And I know he does not love me." He's having a fling with a prostitute, Myles really think that takes the cake. Not that he had anything against Dominic, obviously, but still. He raised an eyebrow at Jean-Paul, the smirk widening a little bit. "I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted you, Jean-Paul. That hasn't changed." Even if he'd nearly managed to have enough pride in himself to turn Jean-Paul away after he'd rejected him for Bobby.

Jean-Paul: "We make quite a pair," he mumbled with the slightest of smile on his lips. It seemed like neither of them could really get a handle on their not-so-love lives what with their crushing on straight guys and sleeping with men who obviously weren't interesting in things progressing. And then Myles said those words again. It was something Jean-Paul would never admit to anyone and didn't even admit to himself half the time, but part of him really did want to be wanted just like Myles was admitting. It may have not been the one he currently wanted, though it would do. He could make it be enough. So within a second of the confession, he leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against Myles' lips.

Myles: Now that was much better. Myles' hands went to Jean-Paul's hips to pull him into his lap, kissing him back with all the ardor Manuel had inflicted him with and the skill Dom had taught him. At the moment, it didn't matter than Jean-Paul loved someone else, and this was only a distraction for the other man. Myles would happily be that for him - and maybe, one day, Jean-Paul would look at him instead of Bobby. But for now, he would happily distract Jean-Paul, and that would be enough.