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Tweak says, "Bugrit!"

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

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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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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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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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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