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the_calm_before (the_calm_before) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-02-04 01:29:00

Entry tags:

raijin, raven

Who: Ren and Shae
What: Shae is returning something that was thought lost and is looking for his reward
Where: Ren's apartment (no one has ever entered it before!!)
When: back dated to Jan 17 in the evening
Warnings: Oh yes, there will be cause for warning. Sexual encounters between two men. Innocence lost and all that rot..
Notes: It's time to return Ren's sketch book which was left in Shae's apartment during gumbo night. Inside it was a rough portrait done from memory of Shae.

It didn't look too bad for a guy living on his own.

Ren stood in his his bathroom doorway with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He divided his attention from watched the TV and looking around his apartment all while leaning against the bathroom door frame. The apartment was actually starting to look less like he had just moved in. Most of the boxes had disappeared and it was fairly clean for once. He had even vacuumed the carpet and dusted a little bit. Today was a day off from the theme park and Ren had been productive. He had put away most of his collectibles and had found places for his many books. His video games had been unpacked since the day he had moved in.

He grinned around the toothbrush as The Simpson's caught his attention again and the cartoon ended as the credits started to roll out on the screen. One day maybe he might create something that might end up on Fox, but he doubted it would last more than a season on that network. Simpson's and Family Guy had that market cornered.

He walked over as he worked on cleaning his teeth and reached down to turn the television off. He really wouldn't get anything done if he started seriously watching the TV. He might also have to stay away from his computer tonight as well. That last one was going to be hard seeing as he was very much addicted to it.

Ren walked back to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste and clean his face with a towel when he heard a loud and fast knocking on his door. He blinked a little and leaned out of his bathroom and looked over at his front door. He wasn't expecting anyone. He never expected anyone. He made his way over to the door and looked at it suspiciously. He scratched the back of his neck, shrugged and started to go through the motions of unlocking the door.

"Mm, one second!" He said before opening the door slightly and peeking around it. He belatedly thought that perhaps he probably should have used the peephole set in the door to look first before actually opening the door to some random person knocking ferociously at his door. Stupid.

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in_the_wings
2011-02-07 09:43 am UTC (link)

"Mmm," came the grunted reply as Shae strode past his host into the apartment. The unfamiliar layout left him momentarily disoriented- okay, so maybe his vision was a little on the fuzzy side- and he perched on the wide arm of Ren's couch as he waited for the room to stop tilting.

He'd only barely registered that the other man had been talking to him when suddenly, there he was in front of Shae, reaching out to retrieve the book in question. Shae swatted away the outstretched hand and let the sketchbook fall open on his lap to the proper page, bookmarked by a folded fast food receipt.

There on the paper lay the incriminating sketch, staring up at the both of them with dark graphite eyes. The head, face and hair were nearly complete, but the body consisted mainly of rough, searching contours and a lightly defined musculature; it was also completely and thoroughly nude.

A heavy silence descended over the room as both men looked first at the drawing and then, as if in synchronized choreography, at each other. No words really needed to be spoken, but Shae was more than happy to do the honors.

"...what da fuck is dis?"

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the_calm_before
2011-02-07 06:59 pm UTC (link)

Shae completely ignored all of Ren's questions and for a second there it looked like his friend was going to lose his balance. He almost reached out to help him, but thought better of it. Shae didn't seem like the kind of guy who would really welcome that, and certainly not from his skinny Asian friend. So Ren held back and watched as Shae rested against his furniture.

Ren was a little taken aback when Shae hit his hand away from the book. He placed his offended hand onto his upper arm and crossed both of them as Shae opened the book to a page that Ren had almost forgotten. He stared down at it, speechless for a while. His eyes had widened initially and he felt a moment of panic that Shae had seen the personal drawing that was obviously an impression of him. It felt a little like someone had found his journal and decided to read the whole thing before returning it to confront the author.

How could he explain something like that? He had started it after the first night they had met at the bar. Could he explain that Shae had become sort of a muse to him? Would he find that strange or weird? And there there was the fact that the drawing was naked. Would it sound stupid if he said that he normally drew figures that way if he was working with only memory or his imagination? Cause then he would add clothes after he was finished. Of course that would mean he would need to finish it. There probably a few pictures, probably mostly of girls, that he had given up on. Lots of naked pictures in there.

His felt the heat in his face from the blush and swallowed. He rubbed his upper arm and then tried to meet Shae's eyes. "Ah, well..I, I mean, I," He tried to stammer out a response and ended up glancing away from Shae with his eyes and bit his lip.

"Uh, well I'm an artist and that, well it's just what it looks like, a drawing of you, I guess." And I'm also lame, he thought to himself. "How long have you had my book? You know I've been looking for it, right?"

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in_the_wings
2011-02-08 03:37 am UTC (link)

Yes, yes, Shae had seen the other sketches. In all actuality, the "nudity" was something experimental, conceptual: collections of vague outlines and approximated shapes rather than anatomically correct depictions. Shae had realized this somewhere around the third or fourth pair of shapeless tits, about the same time it occurred to him that Hustler might have been a more satisfying option.

Contrary to how it may have seemed, he wasn't upset or offended by the drawing at all. It had caught him a little off-guard to see his dopplegänger staring back at him from the page, but he considered it more or less a compliment; he'd tried not to read too deeply between the lines. But in his current state of psychological desperation (and slight physical inebriation), nothing was off-limits. If there was some unspoken meaning underlying that sketch, he'd know by the end of the night- if not sooner.

"Evah since you lef' it at mah 'pahtment," he said flatly, closing the book with a slap! and tossing it onto the coffee table. Then he shrugged out of his jacket, tossed it haphazardly onto the couch behind, and commenced with the process of disrobing.

"You wan' draw a picshuh lahk dat...dere's a' easiuh way ta do it."

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the_calm_before
2011-02-08 04:59 am UTC (link)

Ren watched his nice leather bound sketch book land on his coffee table and winced a little at the sound of it hitting the particle board from Ikea. The sad little table shuddered at the impact, but he was gratified that at least it didn't fall apart. Apparently construction was not one of his finer abilities.

He turned his head back at the sound of Shae's zipper being pulled down. Ren's eyes widened exponentially and he stared at his friend as he started to remove his clothing. He swallowed nervously yet unable to take his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him. It wouldn't be long before he was completely naked. Ren unconsciously licked his lips.

"Ah-Are you offering to be my model?" Ren had wondered what Shae would have said if he had asked him, but obviously it wasn't much of a problem for the other man. Ren probably wouldn't have had the courage to have asked him anyhow.

"Uh, would you like a drink?" He was finally able to turn his face away and started to move toward the kitchen. He reached into the fridge and grabbed a few of bottles of beer. Maybe if he drank a couple quickly he wouldn't seem as nervous. He popped a bottle cap off of one the chilled bottles and shut his eyes as he started to down one to take the edge off.

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in_the_wings
2011-02-08 08:59 am UTC (link)

Shae was already in the process of tugging his shirt over his head when Ren offered him the drink, and he struggled to pull the clinging material off his face while blindly groping for the neckband. During this endeavor, he'd somehow managed to follow the sound of bottle caps and alcohol consumption and had stumbled into the kitchen area- and straight into Ren. Not that he bothered apologizing.

With a frustrated growl, he ripped the infuriatingly uncooperative fabric from his head and stood there in the middle of the floor, shirtless and with his jeans mostly unzipped, blinking dumbly as his vision tried to re-focus. "Yeah," he answered a little belatedly before swiping the opened bottle from Ren's hand and finishing off the remaining fluid.

As if the bottle had contained some magical, aphrodisiac elixir rather than regular beer, Shae suddenly curled an arm around his new partner's neck and leaned in to seal their lips together in a mildly demanding kiss, the bottle still dangling from his fingertips.

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the_calm_before
2011-02-08 08:10 pm UTC (link)

Ren stumbled back after the initial collision and coughed on the large gulp of beer he had been trying to guzzle down. He hid his face in his elbow as he coughed but watched as Shae practically tear his shirt off of him. Someone was obviously a little more than eager for their alcohol consumption. He righted himself after the coughing fit and finally realized that at some point when he hadn't been paying attention Shae had taken his open bottle of beer. He scowled at his friend.

"You know I was opening you a fresh bottle. You didn't have to take mine."

It happened so fast. Ren didn't even have time to react and suddenly Shae's arm was around his neck in a fairly buddy-like embrace, but that was were the buddy-like comparison ended. The other man's lips were pressed against his.

First thought to run through his head, Panic! Hadn't he come to return the sketch book and apparently had decided to model for him as indicated by the stripping in the middle of his living room. How much had Shae drunk before coming to his door? Ironically that was a sobering thought.

They must have made and awkward picture cause the rest of Ren looked as if it was trying not to touch Shae just as Shae himself was pulling Ren in closer. One of them would have to give in, and Ren knew that it probably would be him so he let Shae bring him into the kiss. He even softened under Shae's touch, tentatively kissing him back as if worried that everything would be suddenly snatched away and he would be left feeling stupid and cheated.

Ren opened his mouth slowly, accepting the taste of Shae: Beer, cigarettes, and something else was there. It was deep and musky, purely Shae. He wondered absently if perhaps if was like that all over his skin and not just his lips. Ren wondered if he was the same. Did he have something that made Shae want to keep kissing him like he was?

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in_the_wings
2011-02-15 06:18 am UTC (link)

Shae could pinpoint the exact moment when Ren finally began to relax against him, and the tension in the arm he'd curled around his partner's neck slackened in response. Ren's lips were so pliant, so willing against his own, and he wasn't about to let that opportunity pass him by.

In the span of time it took to blink, he'd maneuvered the other man back against the wall and pinned him in place with his hips. The now-empty beer bottle was discarded on the counter, freeing Shae's hands to caress and grope at will- he'd never been particularly shy, after all. Ren, however, seemed to require a tad more coaxing; the hesitance had been clear in his posture, in the tightness of his clenched jaw.

He was much more receptive to Shae's advances than the bounty hunter had anticipated, and that sort of positive reaction only fueled his fire. No, he wasn't drunk...at least, not full-fledged drunk. Buzzed, maybe, which didn't sound altogether promising given that he already had naturally lowered inhibitions. Ren had been doomed from the moment he'd opened the door.

With a final pass of his tongue over his partner's lower lip, Shae withdrew his mouth and reached up to trail his fingers over the sharp line of Ren's jaw. His eyes traced over the other man's kiss-swollen lips and up along the smooth, flushed skin of his cheek, lingering on the flutter of thick eyelashes against pale skin; he met Ren's blue eyes with his own, marveling a bit at the softness of the features before him that seemed so...pretty. Feminine, almost.

Yes, he was officially hard.

A smirk began to twist the corners of his lips as he watched his prey from behind the fall of his unruly dark hair. "I' take whatevah you wan' give me, Cap."

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