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Seth Hajji ([info]lettuce_rejoice) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-09-21 19:26:00

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Entry tags:min, raven

Who: Mirza & Shae
What: One very tired young man and his laziness.
Where: Lobby
When: Sometime after midnight leading into Wednesday the 22nd
Warnings: NC-17, apparently. Boy love.



Tired was the only way to describe Mirza at the moment. It'd been a hard night's work and all he wanted to do was crash. There was no euphoria of performing, just a sense of finishing his daily grind... And a whole lot of pent up sexual frustration. Well he watched the other dancers! Of course he watched. How could he not? But either way, he trudged his way into the building and glanced in the direction of the stairs and the elevator. Did he really want to fight his way that far?

Urgh, he supposed he must but... No. No. Just fucking no. Mirza instead dragged himself over to the round sofa-ish looking thing (he didn't know what the Hells the real name of it was and it didn't particularly matter), curling around the backs by laying on the long seat. He was absolutely bound and fucking determined to fall asleep in the lobby just because he couldn't be arsed to get himself into the elevator.

What? He wasn't allowed to be lazy? Well too bad. Work had been awful. For him anyhow as he refused to lower his morals to earn extra cash. The joint he worked at was sleazy. If he could have gotten up enough cash, he would have opened his own club and run it his way. Made it a classy place where the dancers were protected and paid well enough that they wouldn't feel pressured to do things they didn't necessarily want to do... It was a nice dream but that's all it would ever be. He wasn't much of a business man unfortunately...


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[info]in_the_wings
2010-09-24 01:39 am UTC (link)
Today had been draining. No other way to describe it, really, apart from maybe mundane. Dull. The worst kind of day, as far as Shae was concerned, and it was happening more and more often.

All the leads on his most recent skip seemed to be drying up. Phone calls hadn't worked, no one was living at the listed address, and none of the contacts he'd talked to were very forthcoming. There was probably something he'd overlooked, and he was running out of time; after all, it had been three weeks since he'd accepted the contract.

The cigarette he'd started in the parking lot came with him into the lobby- who really gave a shit about smoke this late at night, anyway?- and just as he was about to punch the elevator button, a movement caught his peripheral vision.

There was a...person sprawled over the round-backed couch, right out in the open. Probably drunk, since the odor of liquor and cigarettes and a number of other unsavory things seemed to be clinging to the petite form. He shouldn't have cared; they'd sleep it off one way or another, right? Right?

Goddamn you, common decency.

Shae towered over the figure for a few moments before nudging with his knee, a cloud of smoke ringing his head like a hazy grey halo. "Hey, baby, s'time fo' bed. Time to get on yo' feet."

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-24 01:52 am UTC (link)
Mirza could smell cigarette smoke coming into the lobby but he ignored it for trying to sleep on the stupid round-backed couch. Thing. Whatever it was. Either way it was fucking uncomfortable and he'd probably be better off sleeping on the floor only he'd be stiff as Hell the next day, wouldn't he? Ugh. Perils of being lazy.

He kept his eyes tightly closed and tried to "close" his ears to sound, ignoring the world around him. No thoughts were allowed. But he could feel someone at his back like they were staring directly at him. At the nudge of a knee, he made a weak sound of protest.

The accent from the other man kind of made him weak at the knees and he hoped the body was just as attractive as the voice despite how stupidly tired Mirza was. Carefully, he sat up keeping his back to the other guy. "Honey," he said in his soft voice, glancing over his shoulder. Yup, quite lovely. "I have been on my feet and on my knees all night. Gimme a damn break."

Yes, he had purposely made himself sound like a whore. Whatever. Shut up. "There's only so much I can do," Mirza pouted sweetly, flashing puppy dog eyes over his shoulder.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-09-24 03:32 am UTC (link)
Shae's eyebrows arched at the response. He wasn't sure if that was the voice he'd been expecting to hear, although it was still a nice, smooth voice. Almost had a sort of Marlene Dietrich quality to it.

"All night, ma cher?" There was definitely something playful in the person- woman's?- voice, and Shae loved a good game. Especially when the other players were easy on the eyes.

He perched himself on the edge of the couch at an angle to the pretty lady and plucked the smoldering cigarette from his mouth, then held it out in offering. "Soun's like you need 'dis more 'dan I do."

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-24 05:33 am UTC (link)
Mirza would have appreciated the Marlene Dietrich comment as she was certainly one of the greats of classic cinema. He never really thought about his voice very much but he knew it was quieter than most... Still, no one had ever seemed to have difficulty hearing him. Tangent time.

"Mm-hmm," he purred a little, brushing a hand through his thick, wavy hair. Gender was hard to tell even by that as he kept his nails long and well manicured. Good for scratching someone's eyes out if he really, really had to.

He only turned a little bit - just enough to accept the nicotine offering. "Oh kitten, you are too sweet to me and you don't even know my name," he giggled a little. Yes, giggled. The cigarette went to his mouth in a smooth sort of way that said he'd done it before and this handsome man wasn't about to be treated to an amusing choking fit.

Funny how some people described the length of a drag from a cigarette as 'healthy' sometimes but that's what this was. And when he was ready, smoke was exhaled from his nose. "Ah... sweet, sweet cancer. Name's Mirza, by the way. Mirza Naji."

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-09-24 09:04 am UTC (link)
"Mirza, you say? Never heard 'dat name befo'...sounds exotic." Shae turned his attention from the dark-haired enigma at his side and reached into his jacket pocket, digging for rolling papers. "'Course, everyt'ing here's so exotic 'dat not'ing is, if you know what I mean."

Once all the items were assembled, he began to roll up a new cigarette using his thigh as a surface. Yes, he'd conveniently forgotten to introduce himself, but he had a feeling this Mirza would be able to sweet-talk it out of him. Anyway, wasn't that part of the game?

Something about his companion irked him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. Not so much the woman herself, but...well, maybe that was the problem. Shae was absolutely the observant type, and he knew there was something missing; something vital, even. He briefly wondered what sort of surprises he might find beneath Miss Mirza's clothes were he to look, and whether or not he might actually be that surprised.

"S'been a long day, n'est-ce pas?" he offered as he lit up and took a quick, short puff on his cigarette, followed by a more satisfying drag. The cushions were comfortable enough, and now that he'd sat down, the idea of moving seemed unappealing. Instead, he reclined against the backrest and closed his eyes.

"Mebbe I'll join you here fo' awhile, Miss Mirza. Nevah been one to turn 'way attractive company."

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-24 01:10 pm UTC (link)
Calling his name exotic was kind of an understatement. There weren't a whole lot of people Persian / Arabic names in the building. "Ah but if everything is so exotic that nothing is, doesn't that swing it right back around to being exotic again and visa versa?" Yes, he was purposely trying to confuse his companion.

Mirza had noticed the lack of introduction but what the Hell, he'd made friends with less... Had sex with less even. So for now, he let it slide. Perhaps if his curiosity really got piqued, he'd flat out ask. But there was far more to the game than just names.

"Mm-hmmm," he agreed, so tempted to lean his back against his new smoking companion. It was terribly interesting how he seemed to insist upon rolling his own cigarettes rather than buying them. That didn't make them anymore healthy but at least there wouldn't likely be rat poison in them. "Well, a long night anyhow. I'm rarely ever up in the day. Sunshine hardly agrees with my profession."

More alluding to whatever it was that he did. How long could that go on before the stranger asked? Well, Mirza would find out.

At once again being called Miss by someone, he laughed. It was so funny how often that happened - of course, he hadn't exactly helped dissuade the notion. Still, with that, Mirza turned to properly face the stranger, "Then I'm sorry to very likely disappoint. You see, Mirza is an Arabic name meaning Prince." Now was the moment to tell how badly that bothered the Cajun even as he took another drag from the cigarette.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-09-24 05:24 pm UTC (link)
Shae listened to this reasoning with a smile and a nod. "Isn' dat how it is sometimes? All or no'ting? Ei'der way, dis accent still soun's outta place."

It was interesting how quickly this stranger seemed to be warming up to him, not that he minded in the slightest; he was almost ready to offer his lap as a pillow. He'd never been the shy type, anyway. It was the accent, that's what usually did it- just enough drawl to be charming and endearing rather than off-putting. Shae absolutely took advantage of that fact.

Ah, so this was part of the game, too, was it? Miss Mirza seemed to be dangling the proverbial carrot in his face- who was he to ignore it? "It's hard to b'lieve anyt'ing could disagree wit' you, ma cher. Da night shif' always makes life difficult."

Mirza's revelation was enough for Shae to pause mid-drag, and he turned to give the newly designated Mister a more thorough inspection. Adam's apple? Check. Total lack of funbags? Double check. Pretty brown doe eyes? Mais oui.

"...is dat so?" The grin that split his face said more than any words could have. "Well now...do I look disappointed?"

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-24 06:41 pm UTC (link)
Mirza laughed, shaking his head a little. As if to either combat or agree with the Cajun drawl, he affected a perfect Egyptian Arabic accent full of rolling R's and things that would make paranoid people think Terrorist, "Sooner or later, you'll assimilate, my friend. And then no one will be any wiser."

It wasn't anything that was out of place for him. Mirza was just a friendly people person. If he were a cat, he'd be one of those lap cats that you can never get away from. The ones that wanted to be in your newspaper when you were reading it.

There were only a few professions that could get him out all night and include him getting on his knees - stripper, prostitute and janitor to name a few... None of them were particularly glamorous.

The handsome Cajun seemed to freeze for a second at the revelation that Miss was Mister though he responded to either. So funny, every time that happened. And knowing what would come next, he affected a shy smile, looking at his knees for the obvious look over.

Mirza glanced up at the Cajun, unable to suppress his own grin, "Lovely." And about time if he had any say on the matter. Too many heteros! Again Mirza turned, but this time he rested his legs over the other man's lap rather boldly, "So tell me, Mysterious Cajun... Is there any such thing as breakfast gumbo?" He bit his bottom lip, trying so hard to keep in a giggle.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-09-25 04:20 am UTC (link)
"Mmm...mebbe some day," he returned, eyebrow quirked at the impressive display. That was certainly an accent he hadn't heard very often; it almost seemed to have a feline quality to it, as though it were being purred rather than spoken. Or maybe that was just Mirza. "'Den ag'in, I haven' lived in N'awlins fo' ova ten years...guess I jes' won' let it go."

Shae could do nothing but shake his head and smile as his newfound friend decided to settle in and make himself comfortable...right across Shae's lap. Again, not that he minded at all- it was surprisingly comfortable. And warm, too. The chilled air in the lobby had a bit less bite to it now that he had a human heating pad. He resisted laying his arms atop Mirza's legs, although he was sorely tempted to test for ticklish spots; he settled for crossing his own legs instead.

There was a few moments' pause after Mirza's suggestive little quip as the words sank in- and then Shae leaned his head against the backrest and just laughed.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-25 04:32 am UTC (link)
It was very likely just Mirza. He wasn't certain he would describe his father as having a feline quality to his voice after all. Or any of his aunts or uncles or cousins that all lived in Cairo... And hated them all for not being Muslim. Pff. "Yeah well, I've never lived in Cairo so I never had an accent to lose. I'm such a cheat," he grinned, shrugging his shoulders.

Very likely it would be a bad idea to search for ticklish spots even if he could find them... Mirza was a kicker when he was tickled in certain areas. A squirmer for other places. With the way the Cajun was so comfortable with him, Mirza scooted forward so he was close enough to settle a hand on the other man's shoulder, practically on his lap now. What? So he was easy...

He pouted at his little suggestion was received with laughter but he didn't move away. "Oh c'mon... it wasn't that funny."

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-03 03:49 pm UTC (link)
Shae was certainly comfortable in his current position- and who wouldn't be, with such a pretty little distraction hanging off him like that- but he tensed ever so slightly when Mirza's hand suddenly migrated to his shoulder. The other man was dangerously close to having a handful of .38 Special, and his reaction to that might be very, very good...or very, very bad.

"Careful 'dere," he warned, a trace of laughter still in his voice. "You might jes' git more 'dan you can handle."

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-04 02:13 am UTC (link)
Mirza's eyebrows rose up towards his hairline as his expression changed to curious surprise. "What ever do you mean by that?" It was a shift in his body weight that answered him when he leaned a little more heavily on Shae's side. Oh, he'd felt that before. An ex...

"What are you? A cop? An assassin? Do you have handcuffs? Answer the last one first." Yes, he really thought the handcuffs were way more interesting in Shae's job or the reason he needed a gun.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-04 02:46 am UTC (link)
Shae blinked for a few moments before laughter claimed him again. Was this guy for real? He couldn't remember the last time someone had reacted so casually- no, strike that, so enthusiastically- to the presence of a gun. Maybe there was a bit of unspoken kink here.

"Yeah, I got cuffs," he answered dutifully, trying to quell his laughter and failing miserably. "But I'm no cop, and I' never killed nobody before." He only hesitated a second or two before tugging aside his jacket and exposing the revolver tucked away in his shoulder holster.

"I's loaded, but da safety's on. You can touch if you wan', I don' mind." Well, there was an open invitation if he'd ever heard one.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-04 02:57 am UTC (link)
Casually, yes. He was definitely casual about the presence of a gun but he was kind of used to them being around. The bouncers at the club usually at least arrived armed though they generally disarmed once on the clock. And hell, man, everyone in this part of the fuckin' state was armed.

And... okay, maybe a bit of kink but mostly for the handcuffs. Shae's laughter made Mirza laugh not at all offended by it. It was a very giggly sort of situation. He bit his bottom lip lightly, watching Shae shift the jacket around to expose the gun neatly in its holster.

Mirza was going to take advantage of how open that invitation was and instead of reaching for the gun, he hooked his thumb into the waist of Shae's pants rather boldly, arching an eyebrow, "Just how... loaded are you?" He stuck the tip of his tongue out between his teeth at Shae, grinning broadly. Oh he was tired so he was feeling goofy.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-04 03:54 am UTC (link)
Mm, was that a challenge? Shae was growing increasingly interested with this new acquaintance, and that interest was very likely beginning to show. He could feel the sharp curve of Mirza's thumbnail against the skin of his belly, and he shifted a bit beneath the touch.

"Pull da trigga an' find out," he returned, daring the other man to continue. He'd started this game, after all; may as well play it out to the end.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-04 04:17 am UTC (link)
It might have been a challenge. It might not have been. It all depended on whether he was up for the challenge or not. Mirza was already quite attached to Shae as evident in where he was sitting on him. And quite "interested" as well.

He laughed at the innuendo, grinning broadly, "Oh darling... Not in the lobby. Too many eyes and I've had enough people watching me tonight." But despite his words, he shifted to sit straddling the other man's lap, resting his hand flat on Shae's stomach under the cloth of his shirt. The other arm went around his shoulder, holding the cigarette out of the way. His movement was ridiculously fluid and well practiced. He pressed the length of his body against the other man's, leaning in close to let lips brush against lips, "But it really depends on how bad you want me to."

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-04 06:31 am UTC (link)
The touch of Mirza's skin was cool against Shae's stomach, and he wriggled at the unexpected sensation. This was definitely not how he'd envisioned his evening; a couple of beers and some late night infomercials, maybe, but that was only because of the stress-induced insomnia he'd known would be plaguing him. But this...well, he definitely wouldn't be sleeping now.

His cigarette had long ago burned away to ashes, and he didn't even notice as it fell discarded to the cushions beside them. He braced an arm against the other man's back, as if in preparation for a move. The fluid grace with which his companion moved wasn't lost on Shae, and he pulled back fractionally from their embrace to look him in the eye.

"'Dere may be anot'er pair of eyes on you t'night," he returned, the dark brown color of his irises deepening to a much blacker shade. Then, "Where?"

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-04 02:06 pm UTC (link)
Making Shae wriggled was one of his goals - anything that could make the man squirm was a good thing in his opinion. It wasn't exactly how Mirza had envisioned the rest of his evening going either. Sleeping, crashing, pretending to not exist until the next evening... Now his nerves and his senses were on high and there was the potential to relieve all that sexual tension that he'd built up over the night.

His too was mostly ash but he wasn't paying attention to it. It was just natural to keep it away from a person's body. He licked his lips lightly when Shae pulled back, arching an eyebrow and smiling slightly, "Eyes without a name. How familiar." Where, where, wherever where... That was the important question.

"My place is on the fourth floor," he offered, closing the distance between them to kiss the other man's jaw with a light touch - not demanding but simply seeking the feel of his skin. He didn't know whether Shae's apartment was closer or further but, well, he supposed he'd find out.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-05 02:46 am UTC (link)
The corners of his mouth quirked up in a small smile. How familiar, indeed.

"Shae," he blurted a little belatedly, apparently unwilling to become just another nameless lay. They lived in the same building, anyway, so there wasn't much in the way of anonymity- and no point in creating unnecessary awkwardness. "My name is...Shae."

The gentle press of lips against his skin was enough to spur him into action, and he abruptly withdrew from the contact. The movement seemed a bit brusque, but in a matter of seconds he had displaced Mirza and risen to his feet, grasping his new companion's wrist and tugging him a bit impatiently in the direction of the elevators.

They'd barely made it inside the elevator car before Shae had the smaller man pinned against the back wall, hands wandering as he used his lips to become much better acquainted with his new neighbor.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-05 04:14 am UTC (link)
Mirza was actually surprised that he offered up a name. It wouldn't be the first time that he'd had a face but no name and lived in the same building... "Shae is a very good name," he noted a bit dumbly but smiling. How could one be expected to say anything intelligent when one was more focused on the fact that one was horny as hell?

He was startled by the sudden withdrawing motion, wondering if Shae had come to his senses and had decided that no, he wasn't going to do the Guy/Guy thing. It had happened to him before. But all thoughts of rejection were tossed aside like his dead cigarette as he was pulled to his feet and he followed to the elevators. Oh this was going to be a very interesting night indeed.

Once the doors opened he was not at all surprised to be pinned against the wall though he did have the good sense to hit the button for his floor before he was unable to. Mirza wrapped his arms around Shae's neck, twirling dark hair around one finger. He was all too receptive the touch of hands and the press of lips, pulling Shae as close as he could possibly manage in that short ride up...

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-05 07:52 am UTC (link)
...a short ride, indeed. Shae had managed to blindly locate the hem of Mirza's shirt, and his fingertips had just grazed warm skin when he heard the sudden 'DING' signalling their destination.

He ignored it. Even as the doors began to slide open, he didn't bother to separate from his companion; if anything, the realization that they were thisclose to being homefree only excited him more, and he pressed a frantic kiss to Mirza's lips with enough force to jar the other man's head against the wall with a light thud.

Okay, so he was a little eager. It wasn't unusual for Shae to be assertive- and sometimes downright aggressive- in these sorts of situations, and he was doing his damnedest not to go straight for Mirza's zipper. Not that his resolve would probably last very long, especially not with the solid, tempting body pinned against him.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-05 12:24 pm UTC (link)
That ding was really annoying him but at the same time, he really rather wanted to drag Shae out of there and down the hall so they could get to the "good stuff" as it were.

Mirza made a soft startled noise as his head thumped back a little but didn't get particularly upset about it. Instead he sort of chuckled into the kiss, a bit more controlled as he returned it. Eager was an understatement.

To be honest, he rather liked the aggressive ones. They were so much fun but Mirza was surprisingly strong enough to push Shae back enough. It was his turn to grab the other man by the wrist and when he pulled, it was out of the elevator and down the hall. His apartment was waiting for them, the door beckoning...

All he had to do was manage to fish the key out of his pocket which he was trying so hard to do.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-06 04:31 am UTC (link)
Eager was absolutely an understatement. Shae couldn't quite remember the last time he'd been this hor- okay, well, there was that girl at the convenience store...oh yeah, and the guy over at the gun range, he'd almost forgotten about that one...

Anyway. He grinned against the back of Mirza's neck and slid his arm around the other man's waist from behind.

"Need a han', ma cher?" As if to make things even more difficult for Mirza, he dipped his fingers enthusiastically into the pocket as well, making sure to grope and squeeze more than was actually necessary to locate a simple key.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-06 04:52 am UTC (link)
He was almost as bad as Mirza if they were being honest here... He could have had a lot more if he had ever decided to whore himself in the club but he preferred pleasure for pleasure's sake rather than for money.

Having the feel of a solid body against his back was so distracting. He wanted to arch back against Shae, grind against him, be fucked right in the hallway... That would be so traumatizing to his one neighbor.

Shae was not helping that feeling and Mirza pressed his ass back against that firm body, moaning softly. Those fingers could search and tease all they wanted. "Key," he finally managed to mumble, producing the item from the pocket which Shae wasn't molesting. He shoved it into the lock and unlocked the door, dragging Shae inside.

The apartment itself was one of the smaller units and while it wasn't entirely unpacked yet a decided theme was starting to show. It was very Arabic with complicated patterns and lovely colors, animal prints and pillows with all kinds of tassels. Even his bedroom was like that with a four poster bed and gauzy white curtains that could be drawn shut by untying the tassely ropes.

It was about this time that he actually forced himself away from Shae, turning around to grin at him, "You lock the door - all three..." Yes, he had three locks for a mixture of security and stall tactic to keep a person busy. With that Mirza literally ran off deeper into his apartment towards his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing items mostly in the form of shoes, socks and his shirt.

It left him only in pants and the twin golden rings that pierced his nipples which were connected by a thin golden chain - a remnant from his dancing that night. And it left him enough time to at least settle himself on his bed, stretched out straight with his hands behind his head like he was on display.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-06 06:52 am UTC (link)
Shae's eyebrows arched in surprise at what his fingers discovered in the depths of that pocket. Talk about disproportionate. Mirza was obviously not a large man, but from the sheer girth of what he'd felt through that flimsy material, well...suffice it to say, he was impressed.

They finally managed to stumble inside the apartment, entangled as they were, and it wasn't until the other man slipped out of Shae's arms that the situation in his own jeans became apparent. Mirza was very specific with his instructions, though, so Shae obediently turned each and every lock, including the deadbolt, until all was secured. With the way his partner had darted off, he was almost positive it was more diversion than any real concern over security.

After all, he was the perfect stranger with the gun- and now they were both locked in.

Shae took time to remove his boots and socks and deposit them by the front door, though there was an obvious urgency to the action, and as he shrugged out of his jacket, he took a few moments to observe the interior of the apartment. He wasn't trying to memorize or catalog, merely acquaint himself with his surroundings.

The trail of scattered garments was easy enough to follow, and Shae smiled as he entered the bedroom to find Mirza stretched out on the mattress invitingly. He reached up to loosen one of the straps on his shoulder holster, devouring the visual buffet spread out before his eyes.

"'Dat's not da kind of jewelry you see ev'ry day, now, is it?" He made a motion with his chin, presumably to indicate Mirza's nipple piercings, as he stepped to the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing over the skin of his partner's exposed ankle.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-06 07:10 am UTC (link)
Thank goodness for being impressed. Mirza had experienced jealousy and the loss of desire in the occasional hookup which was completely ridiculous.

He wasn't taking the time to look over Shae just now - there'd be plenty of time for that later. All he could hope for was that Shae would obey his instructions to the letter. Yes, he realized it was rather silly to lock himself in his apartment with a stranger with a gun but honestly, he'd done worse before... A story for another time.

Mirza bit his bottom lip, watching Shae work on that shoulder holster and he laughed softly at the comment, "No but I like the way the chain tickles my chest. Especially when I get a good rhythm going." He could've been talking about sex or his dancing but he left the interpretation up to the Cajun. Surely he could be creative with it.

He shifted a little to sit up, scooting down towards the edge of the bed. Without any pretense he slid a hand along his partner's inner thigh, making it very clear what he wanted. Subtlety was not required with Mirza. He grinned up at Shae and said with a teasing giggle, "You're so tense. What ever for?"

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-07 03:03 am UTC (link)
Shae hesitated, fingers stilled on the clasp of his holster as he watched Mirza's tricksy hands slide against his thigh. His jeans were beginning to feel almost unbearably tight, and he stopped breathing for a few moments as his partner's fingertips came to rest over the conspicuous bulge in his crotch.

The reaction was immediate; in a matter of seconds, Shae had Mirza pinned beneath him once again, this time against the mattress, with his thigh wedged between the smaller man's legs and pressed firmly against the considerable arousal there. He shucked off his holster and deposited it, gun and all, on the bedside table before grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging it unceremoniously over his head.

"You like ta fuck wit' people," he said, a dangerous edge to his voice that openly dared Mirza, Fuck with me and see what happens.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-07 03:15 am UTC (link)
That was just what he wanted. Mirza wanted Shae to pause, to suffer, to break. It was all he could do to keep from stroking the man through his jeans which he desperately wanted to do. He wanted that cock free; to see it, to taste it, to feel it in him...

He yelped in surprise as he was pressed against the mattress by the sudden movement of his new found partner. Mirza couldn't help but squirm underneath Shae, biting his bottom lip hard to distract himself. Alright, so he liked rough and he liked feeling rather dominated - so sue him. It only added to that feeling like he was getting to be hard as a damn rock and that his pants were way too fucking tight for his liking. He should have gotten rid of those...

That tone of voice though and those words - they made Mirza grin cheekily as he ran his hands along Shae's arms then along his shoulders and down his bare chest, "I do... I've been told I am quite the little tease." At the word tease, he used his sharp nails to carefully scratch down Shae's chest. Mirza wanted to take time to memorize all of his partner's tattoos but he was more interested in getting fucked. The tattoos could wait.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-07 06:19 am UTC (link)
Shae nearly jerked away from the slight, unexpected stinging as Mirza's nails gouged shallow marks along his torso. It wasn't a sensation he was entirely used to, at least not during an encounter with another man, but there was something primal about the action that a part of him inwardly responded to, and he arched his belly against those claws with a satisfied groan.

Mirza's demeanor unleashed the wilder side of Shae's nature; as far as he was concerned, the body beneath him was his for the claiming. Everything about this man just begged for domination, and Shae definitely planned to deliver.

Shae leaned down over his partner's prone body, lips and tongue and teeth rasping against the smooth planes of Mirza's stomach as he roughly unfastened his new lover's pants and delved his fingers inside. His fingertips met with heated, velvety skin, and he tightened his grip as the fingers of his free hand worked to tug the remainder of the offending fabric down over Mirza's hips.

"'Dere's a pouch on da back of my belt," he nearly growled, staring down the other man with a ferocity that brooked no argument. "Git it. NOW."

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-07 06:35 am UTC (link)
Shae was going to have to get used to it quick. Mirza loved to mark with scratches, biting... He liked it rough both coming and going. Thankfully, this didn't seem like a bad thing as Shae arched into the sharp touch and made a sound that shot straight through Mirza's body and sent a shiver straight down to his groin. Things were going too good. When was the other shoe going to drop?

What would his partner do in turn? In revenge? When it came to caressing his stomach with whatever bit of his mouth Shae could manage, it was so distracting that he didn't even notice the release of his pant's button. But he gasped sharply once he felt fingers on very sensitive skin. His hips arched into that touch in a way that pressed his body firmly against Shae, begging for more.

No, Mirza didn't want to argue with that tone. He obeyed quickly and easily, running his hands along Shae's belt to find that pouch. He'd been arrested a few times for suspected solicitation in his time (all charges dropped) so he knew what was inside... But he did what he was told, bringing it forward for Shae to open himself.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-08 06:53 am UTC (link)
That's right, good boy. He'd had a feeling Mirza would respond quickly, especially with such valuable merchandise at stake; almost as an afterthought, he gave the member in his hand a firm squeeze.

More than anything, he wanted to see Mirza squirm. Shae could give or take control, it made no real difference to him; but here, in this bed, he'd already been established as the dominant partner, and he'd be damned if he didn't live up to it.

When Mirza's fingers reappeared in his view clutching the pouch, he withdrew completely and sat back on his haunches before accepting the offering. As Mirza was probably already expecting, Shae retrieved a not-terribly-shiny-or-new pair of handcuffs from the pouch and grasped one of his lover's wrists, snapping the cuff around it with little ceremony. He practically yanked the entrapped arm up above Mirza's head and threaded the handcuffs through the headboard, pausing only briefly to fasten the other wrist as well. No point in being gentle about it, especially since the other man seemed quite partial to his rough treatment.

Ah, success. Shae took a few moments to look over his captive, a victorious smirk on his face as he unfastened the top button on his jeans but left them otherwise untouched. It was his turn to play.

One part of the anatomy that he'd always been fascinated with, in both sexes, was the hipbone. The particular sharpness and prominence varied a bit from person to person, but there was such an erotic draw to that area of the body for him. Shae laved his tongue over the protusion of Mirza's hipbone, biting firmly at the taut skin there, before moving his attentions down across the smoothly defined plane of his lover's lower abdomen.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-08 07:39 am UTC (link)
Shae got what he wanted with that squeeze - Mirza squirmed at his touch, making a sharp sound but not at all negative. The Cajun was damned sure living up to his role, there'd be no complaints about that. After all, he had the younger man by the cock - if that wasn't control...

He breathed a little sigh when Shae pulled away to deal with the handcuffs. It was kind of a mixture of relief and... well he wasn't sure what else but really, he could only take so much teasing. He was already rather painfully hard. But whatever he'd been feeling was taken from him with the feel of cool metal around one wrist. Shae was something law enforcement but Mirza had no idea what - he could tell that just from the way the man used the cuffs. The way his arm was moved was nearly painful but was mostly surprising. His hands gripped at the headboard as they were secured, trying to keep from resting too much on the cuffs themselves. That would only lead to bad things.

Mirza was hopeful when that button on his partner's jeans came undone but that hope changed into something else rather quickly. There was an intense feeling of helplessness that struck him quite suddenly but that was part of the game and it just added to the overall pleasure that Shae was torturing him with. "Fffuck," he hissed, arching his hips towards his new lover, struggling against the cuffs he had brought upon himself.

There was one thing he could do though... His legs were still free. Practiced as he was with movements of the body, he wrapped his legs around Shae's body and pulled him down and a bit closer. "Stop teasing and fuck me, you evil bastard," there wasn't exactly any venom in his words. Just pure desperation and lust.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-10 06:20 am UTC (link)
From the way Shae nearly faceplanted into Mirza's groin, it was probably safe to assume he hadn't quite been expecting that. Those tanned, slender legs wound around him held a surprising amount of strength, and it was with some difficulty that Shae managed to wriggle enough of his upper body free to reach up and deliver a brief smack to his partner's cheek. The action wasn't intended to cause any real pain, merely to serve as a warning: We're on my schedule, not yours. Don't do that again.

"Condoms. Where?" Brief, to the point. He hadn't seen any necessity in carrying spares on his person, at least not today; then again, wasn't that the point? To anticipate the unexpected encounter?

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-10 02:36 pm UTC (link)
Of course he hadn't been expecting that. Mirza had been hoping to catch him off guard. He rather liked the idea of Shae's face in his groin though for a number of reasons and fantasies. Mmmm. Mirza was honestly surprised by what followed and he almost felt insulted for a moment when he remembered that this whole thing had been his idea... and it hadn't really hurt that much. There was no reason to be over sensitive about it. If it wouldn't cause a bruise then hey, fun time.

Condoms? Oh, right. He had forgotten what the word meant for a minute there. "Side table drawer," Mirza answered just as briefly, slightly breathless. Various types and sizes of condoms, lube and a few other trinkets were stashed away in that drawer, all waiting for the next use... Mirza was like a Sex Boy Scout.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-10 11:26 pm UTC (link)
To say that Shae was impressed by the selection facing him as he opened that drawer was a bit of an understatement. There was a slightly awkward moment as he pored over the different boxes of condoms, trying to decide which size would be more appropriate, before finally deciding on one of the large-ish sizes. He arched an eyebrow at Mirza as he untangled himself from the other man's legs and slid to the edge of the mattress.

"I'd aks fo' help, but I guess yo' hands are busy." Ohhh yes, he was definitely rubbing it in now; maybe evil bastard was an apt description after all. Shae took a moment to stretch his legs as he stripped off his jeans and underwear, smirking over at his handcuffed companion while his own heavy cock bobbed against his lower abdomen.

"On yo' knees, baby," he said with a smile and an air-kiss as he retrieved a tube of lubricant from the drawer, then settled onto the bed once again.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-11 03:46 am UTC (link)
Impressed. Horrified. It was a fine line really, wasn't it? Still, at least he'd have something that'd make Shae comfortable. With a little reluctance, Mirza let Shae get untangled and watched him slide away. All he wanted to do was watch Shae and he was certainly getting an eyeful of his brand new lover as he stripped. He licked his lips in anticipation, wanting that cock in more ways than one.

Mirza groaned a little in protest at the idea of being turned away from the view before him but carefully, he rolled and got to his knees. Yeah, he'd done that before in handcuffs... More than once. In fact, he was flexible enough that he was the type that could easily move handcuffs from behind his back to in front of him.

His hands clung to the headboard as he got to his knees, giving Shae a very good view of his backside. There was a slight movement to his hips as his anticipation took over him. Anything to start relieving that built up desire of the evening. Anything.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-10-27 04:04 am UTC (link)
Mmm, he was definitely enjoying the view from here.

Shae's approach was agonizingly slow and unhurried as he knelt behind his partner, sheathing himself with the chosen condom and applying copious amounts of lubrication in preparation for what was to come. He spared no affectionate caresses or lustful fondles for his unfortunate captive, but he certainly took the opportunity to drink in the hard lines and smooth expanses of skin on the curved back of the lover before him.

Now the lover beneath him. And, with a hand on one slender hip to brace himself and a smooth thrust of his pelvis against hot, yielding flesh, now the lover around him.

The joining was abrupt, and an aroused groan spilled from his lips as his own hipbones pressed flush against Mirza's rounded buttocks. He used his knee to coax the other man's legs further apart before withdrawing slightly and then thrusting again, jarring Mirza forward with the motion.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-27 06:25 am UTC (link)
Mirza was wiggling. He couldn't help it. All he wanted was for Shae to take him, fuck him till he screamed. He stilled a little at the feel of Shae's hands and Mirza bit his bottom lip. There was no way he could possibly be relaxed but he breathed deeply, readying himself for the inevitable joining and wondering how long Shae would make him wait.

Not long. He cried out softly with the sudden joining of their bodies, baring down on the press of his lover's length which strangely made it easier to take. It felt so good to be so filled and he desperately desired to have free hands to be touching himself, touching Shae, touching anything but the headboard but that had been his idea hadn't it?

Shae did not have to fight for a wider space; Mirza's legs spread quite willingly as much as he could manage without losing the nice angle they had going. Another pleasured cry, sharper than before, escaped him as he thrust his rear back against Shae's forward moving body. "More," he begged, whimpered even, "God more!"

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-11-02 07:05 am UTC (link)
Mirza was tighter than Shae had anticipated, and the sweat beginning to bead on his brow was proof of that fact. His hands worked over the other man's hips, pulling him back with sharp, rough movements as their bodies crashed together.

The words and sounds spilling from Mirza's lips stirred something low in his belly, something hot and coiling deep in his core that left him groping for a better hold as he arched over the nearly prone figure beneath him. His lips desperately sought out the smooth, golden-toned skin of Mirza's back, and he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the length of his lover's spine until it disappeared beneath the fall of thick, kinky hair.

Shae buried his face in those tight curls, inhaling the scent of nicotine and alcohol and all manner of unsavory things whose aromas still clung to Mirza, and he didn't need to ask where the other man had been, or what he may have done for a living, because he could imagine it quite clearly. Not that it mattered at this moment; right now, this man belonged to him, and he intended to take all that his lover had to give.

The muscles in his abdomen flexed and shifted as he rolled his hips against Mirza with long, fluid motions, depositing more kisses at the crook of neck and shoulder. With a large portion of his weight now supported on one arm (and Mirza, truth be told), his free hand snaked along his partner's stomach and curled over the erect cock, fingertips nimbly maneuvering the swollen flesh to the same rhythm as his own thrusts.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-11-02 12:56 pm UTC (link)
Each crashing pull against Shae's body combined with his own thrusts back elicited another sharp moan from Mirza. He didn't care whether anyone could hear them through the walls of the apartment. What did it matter?

He bit his bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut. To be honest, he hadn't been expecting any sort of affection and that would have been fine with him but the touch of lips on his bare skin made him shiver. Mirza turned his head trying to catch Shae's eye, wanting to feel Shae's mouth on his, taste his tongue. The deprivation of any control was maddening!

Mirza was quite capable of holding up the weight that Shae put on his body but it was killing his wrists. His mind was not on the pain though but on the joint thrusts of their body. And it was even less on that when he felt fingers circling his painfully hard cock, stroking the sensitive flesh and driving him positively mad. He might have moaned something to the effect of 'oh God, Shae' but he couldn't recall. His brain wasn't functioning well enough to really care. He was just so burning hot and sweaty and hard and a million things driving him mad.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-11-02 06:12 pm UTC (link)
It wasn't enough, this wasn't enough, a smoky voice purred in the back of his mind. He wanted- no, needed his lover's eyes on him while he brought them both to the edge, while he fucked him mercilessly into the mattress. It was an entirely selfish thought, but Shae had never really claimed to be anything else.

He withdrew from Mirza abruptly, wincing at the sudden loss of sensation. No matter, though- he wrenched the smaller man onto his back, deaf to the sounds of pain and protest the action elicited from his partner, and forced those leanly muscled thighs to part for him as he moved into position. His fingers were rough, possessive, digging greedily into the supple body beneath him as he impaled Mirza again with a shuddering moan.

His movements were more forceful, more frenzied now; he rocked into his lover with a ferocious intensity that left the both of them grunting and groaning from the sheer pleasure of it all. Shae bent down to tongue at the glittering piercing in one of Mirza's nipples, teasing the hardened nub before biting down firmly. It wasn't hard enough to break skin or permanently injure, but it was surely enough to draw a reaction.

He was so close, so close. Mindless words passed from his lips as he struggled toward orgasm, the syllables thick and jumbled and so ridiculously French that it might have been amusing had the both of them been any less aroused; as it was, those breathless utterings were practically electric in their eroticism.

Shae's fingers once again found his partner's neglected length, sandwiched between their tightly pressed bellies as they fucked, and proceeded to tug at the sticky, burning sex as best he could in order to wring Mirza's climax from him.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-11-03 07:24 am UTC (link)
Mirza honestly did not know why Shae had stopped, did not care why he had stopped and desperately wished for him to continue right the damn fucking Hell now, okay? But that did not include being rather forcefully turned onto his back. His arms were rather twisted now and the handcuffs were cutting into his wrists. This he did not like at all but he knew a man in a sexual frenzy when he saw one and words were kind of useless. No matter. It wasn't like he hadn't been in this position before and he'd survived well enough...

That didn't stop him from writhing his body against Shae's and not quite fighting him as the Cajun moved into position again. He cried out quite sharply when Shae entered him once more, rolling his body against the other man's. He was at a loss for thought, feeling only the sharp almost violent sensations of the fucking he was receiving. There was no better word for it than that.

Mirza arched his chest up towards Shae's teasing mouth, all too sensitive to the teasing around the golden ring. It turned into a sharp squeak at the feel of teeth and it spurred on the mounting tension in his body all curling up at the base of his spine.

Language was lost on him - Shae could've been speaking Aramaic and receiving the next scripture for all Mirza knew of verbal sounds at the moment. And with fingers back around his straining, pinned cock he knew he wouldn't last much longer. After what seemed only a matter of moments, Mirza was coming hard without warning and finding that much needed release.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-11-15 08:40 pm UTC (link)
There was a moment, as Shae's fingers glided easily along the increasingly slippery cock in his hands, skin coated in his partner's liquid ecstasy, when he felt a sudden shock. It was neither painful nor unpleasant, but somehow energizing, like an unexpected jolt of pure electricity unfurling deep in his core and then resonating throughout his entire body, down to the tips of each microscopic hair follicle.

The shock seemed to coincide with Mirza's orgasm, and distracted though he was with the pleasurable tension building in his own gut, Shae was suddenly unable to tear his eyes away from his lover's writhing form. He could see the lines of lean muscle contracting beneath Mirza's skin with the effort of his climax, and was it just his imagination, or was that skin suddenly flecked with some otherworldly golden glow? It was as though he was seeing but not seeing, and the veil was lifted from his eyes for only a few short moments.

This was not the kind of sex he was accustomed to; sure, he was as much about getting off as the next guy, but there was something physically different about this encounter, about the way his body was responding, and he had no idea what that difference was. The tightness of his partner's body had pushed him to the brink, and he drove his hips mercilessly against Mirza's deliciously rounded buttocks, plunging his aching cock into that hot, welcoming space; his balls felt heavy, taut and begging for release, and with one, two, three more desperate thrusts, he finally had it.

The earlier sensation of electric energy thrilled through him again, stronger this time as his pelvis bucked erratically against his lover, emptying himself into the constricting rubber sleeve. Shae moaned his satisfaction long and loud, not particularly caring how many of their neighbors might hear him in the process. The tendons in his neck strained visibly as he tilted his head back, breathing harshly and clutching at Mirza's thighs as his hips gradually slowed and then stilled their movements.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-11-25 03:43 pm UTC (link)
Mirza didn't notice the change - mostly because his mind was somewhere else. Somewhere mixed with heat and sand and honeyed dates; like a little piece of him was inside everyone and Shae included. Like if he really wanted to, he could keep Shae going for as long as Mirza wanted - torture and torment him with a need he would never come to complete. But that was not what Mirza wanted.

What he wanted was what he got - for Shae to explode; for him to give in to the full sensations of pleasure and make the air vibrate with the sound of his release. It really didn't matter who heard them. All that mattered was that Shae gave in as Mirza's body still squirmed and writhed against his, unable to help himself one bit. Even when Shae slowed, Mirza still moved though it was just slight. It was like his body couldn't stand being still for one second.

And yet the first words out of his mouth were both almost inaudible and very important, "Get the cuffs off me..." He swallowed hard and then repeated himself a bit more firmly, "Cuffs. Off. Now." That was the important thing to him. Not some 'was it good for you' talk because clearly he had enjoyed it or even letting Shae enjoy the afterglow. The important part was getting the abrasive metal off his wrists and making sure he wasn't bleeding from the twisting.

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-12-04 10:40 pm UTC (link)
Little else seemed to catch Shae's attention as the sudden onslaught of pleasurable electricity coursed through his veins, but somewhere in the hazy space between his ears, he registered Mirza's words. He hesitated for a few moments, hearing but not quite understanding, before it dawned on him just what his partner was demanding.

He pulled out with a hiss, cradling the increasingly flaccid length in his palm and carefully stripping off the used condom, which he deposited on the bedside table in lieu of an actual trashcan. Then he was off the bed and digging through the pile of garments on the floor for his pants, and after several moments he returned with the key in hand.

Shae straddled his prone lover's hips and reached up to unfasten the cuffs one at a time, gingerly removing Mirza's wrists to examine the chafed, but non-bleeding skin. There was nothing hurried or desperate in his actions now, and he handled the entire situation with a calmness that was almost unsettling, as though he'd acted out this exact scenario a million times over. His fingers avoided the angry red markings where the metal of the cuffs had begun to rub the skin raw.

He caught Mirza's eyes momentarily as he leaned over to search through the various sex-play accoutrements in the drawer, then withdrew a small tub of Vaseline. The ointment slid thickly over the abused skin as Shae applied it with gentle, circular motions of his thumb. No words were spoken, but he drew Mirza's hand up to his face as he worked and pressed a kiss to the palm as if in apology.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-12-08 06:51 am UTC (link)
Mirza took in a sharp breath as Shae pulled out and away. It didn't matter where the condom went as long as he got these goddamn handcuffs off of him. Really, he was going to be so pissed if Shae had lost the key. Then that boy was going to get a kick in the nuts. Hard.

He didn't even notice the way Shae behaved... Maybe because he was used to this sort of thing - the used and abused portion of the night. Usually he managed to avoid getting marked too badly in the abused part though. He wouldn't have been surprised if Shae had been in this situation before.

When his hands were free he held up his wrists to examine them and his face grew dark - anger rising up in him more than he wanted. Mirza said nothing as Shae applied the Vaseline to the chafed skin. He could take that but when Shae kissed his palm, Mirza jerked his hand back with a faint growl.

"Next time," he started with a rough voice, "if you mark me, I will hurt you. You're risking my job and my ability to make money."

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[info]in_the_wings
2010-12-09 08:59 am UTC (link)
Whatever reaction Shae might have been expecting, that definitely wasn't it; the surprise was clear on his face. He hesitated for several moments after Mirza had ripped his arm away, then quietly screwed the lid back onto the container and replaced it in the drawer before extricating himself from the tangle of their bodies.

The used condom wrapper was deposited in a more appropriate location, and as Shae retrieved his discarded jeans, he was careful to avoid eye contact with his suddenly estranged lover. Handcuffs and key were returned to their proper compartment, and he slid back into his jeans with a grunt.

Shae wasn't much intimidated by any of Mirza's threats- after all, he was the one with the gun- but the unforseen anger in his partner's response was a bit of a blow to his ego. One of his greatest strengths as a lover, at least in his own mind, was his ability to gauge his partner's reactions and respond accordingly. He enjoyed a little rough sex, sure, and it had definitely been good for him...but apparently not so for the man on the bed. What signals had he misread?

"Nex' time," he echoed dryly, pride still stinging something fierce, "you may wan' t'ink twice befo' you bring a stranguh home."

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-12-09 09:12 am UTC (link)
Mirza sighed as Shae made to leave, obviously stinging from his reaction to the chafed places on his wrists. Carefully, he scooted out of bed as he was damned sore and stepped over to him, settling a hand on Shae's bare chest. "I'm sorry. Over reacting. I'm a vain little thing and this really will affect my work... But, maybe makeup can cover it."

He tried to find the words to explain for a moment before they slid into place, "Part of it... is the illusion that the dancer on stage can be yours, completely. If they get marked up too bad, that illusion is broken, you know? Don't be upset with me for being angry. It was good. Weirdly intense but good." Mirza peered up at Shae through his eyelashes, trying to look coy and sweet.

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