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Erik von Brandt 🔥 Roy Mustang (burningitout) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2015-11-24 21:59:00

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andy lang, david ryan, erik von brandt, finley melville, gabriele whistler, holly strange, mark scott, riley kingston, shae holloway, violet ward

Who: Erik von Brandt & OPEN
What: PARTY THREAD. If Erik has to turn thirty, he’s doing it with a bang.
Where: The Capitol Club, Los Angeles, CA
When: Forward dated to Wednesday, November 25; evening
Warnings: Let’s go with ‘expect anything’.

Erik wasn’t a complicated man.

Actually, that was a lie. Erik was a very complicated man, but he did a good job of pretending that he wasn’t. It helped that the superficial layer of rock star out looking for a good time wasn’t completely off base, even if it wasn’t all there was to him. For the night, though, it was the only part that mattered, because Erik had invited anyone who wanted to come to a party at the Capitol Club, and he was hoping that the turnout wouldn’t be disappointing. He was also hoping for at least some nice legs in short skirts, but hey, he’d live if he didn’t get everything he wanted for his birthday. Look, it didn’t hurt to ask, did it? He wasn’t forcing anyone into a miniskirt.

He might have pregamed a little before he’d headed to the club, but it had only been a few beers. Good, strong, German beer, but still just beer. Just enough to get him started before he stuck with whatever selection of beer the club itself might have had. Hey, he didn’t remember what a place had on tap, from visit to visit, especially if he hadn’t made it there in a while. It wasn’t long after the place had opened for the night that he walked in the door, grinning and ready to be the life of the party, as soon as anybody started showing up. His bandmates, of course, were expected to be there, because Erik would give them shit about it for a few months, until he came across something else to give them shit for, if they didn’t show up. You might think that wasn’t much, but Erik was pretty good at being a giant pain in the ass, if he really wanted to be. It was a gift.

Just to get the night kicked off on the right foot, Erik started off by buying a round for all of the early birds that were there with him, and raising his pint glass of dark ale to them all. “To thirty, the year where you’re supposed to magically be a real adult!” He didn’t stick around at the bar long, though. He had people to mingle with, and someone whose drinks he’d already promised to take care of for the night. Erik von Brandt was a man of his word.

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Re: David/Finley - ADULT CONTENT

swelltricks
2015-12-30 04:52 am UTC (link)

If Finley had even a little less control, he'd have been an absolute mess, between the way David tongued the underside of his cock and the way his fingers gripped the muscle of Finley's thighs. He'd never felt so undone by something so simple, so... so beneath the bleachers during the high school football game level of sex, as a man's first blowjob. He, unlike David, didn't even have the alcohol to blame for his lack of control, and he couldn't bring himself to mind. It was too good to mind, and he was too close to criticize himself for the way he groaned in response to that soft grunt as David took him down as far as he could.

It was the grunt that did it, really, the grunt and reminiscing about the sounds that David had made while Finley was buried in his ass. "Don't... don't try to swallow, David, just—just spit it out." It really would ruin the buzz of the moment if David were to choke on it, or vomit on him when he gagged on the flood of come in his mouth. It was messier, if David spat it all out, but Finley would vastly prefer messy to the sort of awkwardness that could come from David trying to do entirely too much on his first time out the gate. If he cared to repeat the experience (and that sharp, unpleasant feeling at the thought of him repeating it with someone else was simply a natural tendency to not want to share one's brand new toys), lessons on how to swallow could be a topic for another time.

Too late for it, this time, because with a shout that Finley quickly muffled with his own hand, he was coming, hips rocking upward as he shot across David's tongue, jet after jet of hot come hitting the younger man's mouth. Finley watched as he came, watched David's pink lips, the contrast of white come against them drawing another groan from him, a few more jerks of his cock sending even more of it to spill into his mouth, onto that clever tongue and those lips stretched tight around him. He relaxed against the back of the couch when he was done, hand sliding from his mouth to reveal a perfect crescent of red teeth marks against pale skin. They faded quickly, leaving only small indentations as a sign of how hard Finley had bitten to silence himself.

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Re: David/Finley - ADULT CONTENT

lovesomepie
2015-12-31 03:16 am UTC (link)

David was a little relieved that Finley told him not to swallow. Not that he would have known what the hell he was doing if Finley had wanted him to, but David didn’t really know what he was doing period, and that seemed to be working out pretty well for him so far. The way Finley was groaning had David shivering a little in response, keeping his tongue and mouth working on Finley’s cock as much as he could without being too clumsy, the salty taste of precome already on his tongue. He thought he could feel how close Finley was, even before he said anything, from the way his thigh muscles tightened even more under his hand and the unchecked groans that were slipping out of his mouth now, no longer the pillar of self restraint that he once was.

When Finley started to come, his cock was still lodged far enough inside David's mouth that David wasn't fast enough at pulling back. He felt, and tasted, a shot of come hitting the back of his throat, nearly choking on it before David managed to swallow it down as he pulled back, moving his mouth up the length of Finley’s cock to cover just the tip of it while Finley came, so that instead of choking on it, David’s mouth would simply fill itself with the stuff instead. It wasn’t… the most pleasurable taste in the world. Kind of bitter. David wasn’t sure how anyone could honestly like the way come tasted, no matter how gay you were, but maybe that was the big secret. Maybe everyone actually hated it. That would make him feel a little bit better about being almost disgusted by it, but any genuine disgust he might have felt was outweighed by the fact that Finley was coming into his mouth, that David had made him come like this, and he didn’t actually mind the entire thing at all. Especially not when his eyes opened briefly and he looked up from his position between Finley’s legs to see the other man stifling himself. Worth it.

He sucked lightly at the tip of Finley’s head while he came, his load spilling into David’s mouth until David felt his cheeks begin to expand outward and he couldn’t as easily manage the whole thing in his mouth without either accidentally swallowing some of it or it spilling out onto his chin. He managed to do neither, but only barely, and as soon as Finley was done and slumped against the back of the couch, David released Finley from his mouth entirely and spit the whole load out onto the floor next to him. Making more of a mess, but this was a VIP room, it had probably seen a lot worse. Taking a deep breath, David tried to shake his head clear, still fuzzy from the alcohol and their encounter, sitting up on his knees between Finley’s legs so he could try and get the man’s pants back up around his hips. He let a silence fall between them, just for a few moments, feeling a little like he was on fire but also strange. David wobbled slightly on his knees, now that he wasn’t bracing himself with parts of Finley, his lack of balance was more of a concern, and it was only when he’d finally gotten Finley’s pants back up that he broke the silence. Admittedly, not with anything profound, but it was the honest to god first thing that popped into his head after what they’d just done together. breathing out shallowly as he stared up at Finley. “I’m not gay.”

Swallowing, and still tasting some remnants of Finley's come in the back of his mouth, David wasn't really sure what he was trying to accomplish with a statement like that. His mind was still whirling, too intoxicated to actually succeed in putting any of the pieces together, but David felt that ridiculous need to say something anyway. As if the simple statement of 'I'm not gay' would somehow excuse him altogether from the fact that he'd just gone down on a guy, and liked it. He wasn't a homophobe by any means, and certainly more comfortable in his own skin than Dean ever had been, but still. David wasn't actually sure what he was, and that was part of his confusion. He paused awkwardly, licking at his bottom lip. "Just... so you know. I'm not."

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Re: David/Finley - ADULT CONTENT

swelltricks
2015-12-31 06:36 pm UTC (link)

The fact that David was attempting to pull Finley's pants back up escaped his notice, at first. When it did finally register, all Finley could manage to do was lift his hips to assist him, breathing still labored. The mess that David had spat on the floor didn't bother him, but he made a note to remember not to step there, when his legs were strong enough to support him again. That would likely be a while, of course. Chances were he'd forget, by then, that he would rather avoid getting come on his shoes. Not the sort of thing that you wanted to track around all night, even if it was your own. Especially if it was your own, he'd say, since at least being messy with someone else's was almost a badge of honor that you'd just gotten laid. Not that the state of David's lips, and Finley's own, weren't enough proof of that all by themselves.

David's lips were moving, but it was as though Finley's brain was on some sort of delay, and it wasn't until after he'd continued that his words finally fully registered. Really? Really, this was when David was going to have some sort of gay crisis, when he was kneeling between Finley's legs, the taste of Finley's come very likely still lingering in his mouth? If it hadn't been for the fact that David had very nearly sucked his brains out of his cock along with what had felt like a truly spectacular amount of come, Finley would have shot back, sarcastic, that straight men didn't typically take a cock up the arse, and then call back for seconds so he could put it in his mouth, too. That would have led to a spat, of course, the kind of fight that had always ended with Finley frustrated, yanking at his cock the second he was alone.

Since that delay between brain and body seemed to be working both ways, Finley managed to bite back that initial retort. After all, the plan was to persuade David that they needed to go back to either David's place or his own, at the end of the night, to enjoy a second round. One that would involve David's tight ass gripping his cock again. If he responded that way, the likelihood of convincing David that he wanted Finley to fuck him again before the night was over was much more slim (though he still didn't count it outside the realm of possibility). Finley took a deep breath, reached down to stroke his palm over David's hair as the younger man swayed awkwardly between his thighs. Really, couldn't he just admit defeat and brace himself on Finley's knees? It was making Finley nervous.

"Neither am I." Admittedly, Finley did find himself in the company of men far more often than he hooked up with women. It wasn't that he objected to women, on principle. Breasts were rather nice, and he did enjoy a nice wet cunt, as long as it was well groomed. Finley had standards. He simply felt that spark of attraction toward more men than he did women... or anyone who identified as some sort of between gender, or third gender. It was personality, he thought, rather than the physical; he was far more likely to find himself interested in a transman than a transwoman, regardless of any surgical interventions that had or had not been completed. "Personally, I consider myself pansexual. There are far more options than simply gay or straight, David."

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Re: David/Finley - ADULT CONTENT

lovesomepie
2016-01-01 11:24 pm UTC (link)

David's head was no clearer now that he'd come, thanks to the alcohol still prevalent in his system. He was fully caught up in the buzz of alcohol and sex, so that didn't really help him make sense of what he'd said or anything he was thinking now as a direct result either. It wasn't like he was trying to convince Finley of anything, or really convince himself of anything, he just didn't... He didn't know what he meant. His attraction to women had always been obvious to him, but this was different. What did it mean that he was this attracted to Finley, when he'd never felt any sexual attraction towards another guy before or since? Did it have to mean anything?

These were the thoughts that most likely would have been going through his head had David been capable of being at all coherent about it. As it was, he could barely manage to keep his balance and carry on something that resembled a conversation at the same time, let alone have deep provoking thoughts about the state of his own sexuality. Not something David had ever given much thought to in general, and though he'd always assumed himself straight, he'd never really bothered to think outside of the box on that one, or fiercely identify as any one sexuality over another. Maybe that's why, when he realized he was attracted to Finley, it hadn't thrown him as completely as it might have. It had just felt natural to gravitate towards him, because David wasn't more hung up on himself.

"Pansexual?" David grinned, a little too widely for a totally sober person. He didn't actually know what being pansexual meant. He knew straight, gay, and bisexual, but frankly, he'd never spent that much time researching all the different sexualities a person could have. The palm on his hair felt nice, and David nearly toppled over in his appreciation of it, which is when he finally gave up all pretense and leaned forward enough that he could rest both of his arms along the length of Finley's thighs, his hands stretching up closer to the other man's hips. "That makes you sound like some kind of rare bird."

Despite not knowing what it meant, David thought that 'pansexual' must obviously mean something different from just being bi. He knew that Finley had slept with women too, even if he didn't always act like it. David was sure it had happened at some point. Another thought suddenly occurred to him that had him ducking his head and laughing, clearly in his own head about something before he looked up at Finley again, very obviously amused by whatever he was about to share. A drunken revelation if there ever was one. "... I told the band that we were hooking up. They were asking about that video and I didn't know how else to explain it. So I told them we were hooking up. You know. Before we hooked up. That's fucking hilarious."

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Re: David/Finley

swelltricks
2016-01-02 06:18 am UTC (link)

Apparently, when David had been drinking, he turned into a clumsy, happy puppy. Finley would have mocked him for it, if it hadn't been... well, charming. Unexpectedly so, honestly. He'd never considered that sort of thing attractive, before, the sloppy drunk fumbling. With David, the entirely tipsy way he grinned at Finley summoned an answering smile before Finley even thought to control his expression. The position, too, was something that evoked a surprising response in him. David leaning on him like that, seeming comfortable at his feet... Finley had always been demanding, had enjoyed seeing men and women both kneeling to suck his cock. The sort of intimacy of David laying across his lap like that to support himself, when Finley couldn't derive any sort of sexual pleasure from it, was... different.

He kept his hand resting on David's head, fingers rifling through his hair. The fact that David apparently found Finley's sexuality amusing wasn't offensive. He was well aware that sort of thing sounded pretentious, but it was really the best description available. Someday, perhaps, he'd explain the differences to David. Not all of them, of course. Finley wasn't entirely versed on all the special terms that people invented for themselves, when they didn't want to use the same labels as everyone else even though they meant the same damn thing. The basics, though, he could handle. It wasn't as though it was his responsibility, to help David figure out where he fit on the spectrum of it all, but it really was a shame not to take advantage.

When David started laughing, Finley waited, eyebrow quirked, staring at him. Clearly something was funny, and he would like to be in on the joke. When David told him, though, he snorted. Almost full on laughed, actually. Of all false stories to actually tell his friends... "So it turns out that you told them the truth about us after all, didn't you?" It had amused Finley, everyone thinking that the two of them were an item when they weren't. Perhaps it had been a way to make himself feel better, when he thought that there wasn't a chance that he'd ever get to fuck David. Since he had...

"That's a shame, isn't it? It's more fun to sneak around when no one knows that you're fucking." Sometimes, it was the only spark there was to the sex. Finley doubted that was a problem that he and David would have, but it was fun, wasn't it? No one having any idea what was really going on between the two of them. It was a shame that what they all thought was true was, in fact, lined up with reality. "Were they all properly horrified, at least?"

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Re: David/Finley

lovesomepie
2016-01-03 07:22 am UTC (link)

That hand in his hair felt nice. Really nice. David hadn't ever realized before just how much of a spot it was for him, but right now, he was pretty sure he would have loudly protested had Finley decided to remove his hand from his head. His scalp tingled pleasantly with every rake of Finley's fingers through his hair, almost completely distracting David from what he had just been laughing about not even two seconds ago. Seriously, whoever had invented head rubs, David was their new biggest fan. He kept unconsciously leaning his head into Finley's touch, no longer in danger of falling over now that he was bracing himself on Finley's legs. The position didn't feel strange to him at all, but then, David was a little drunk. Any nuances were very likely escaping him.

"Guess so. Not like I knew at the time. I was just trying to get them off my back about it," David half-shrugged, still more focused on the head rubbing than the conversation they were having. It's not like David had looked into the future and known they were going to start hooking up, he couldn't have known. He also wasn't sure what he would have done later, after telling his friends that he and Finley were hooking up, he hadn't had any kind of game plan for afterward when it became obvious that they weren't, actually, a thing. That wasn't how things had worked out, though, the lie he'd told had actually become reality, and now he was still unsure of what to tell his friends, but he felt better now that Finley knew about the 'lie' too. Maybe he'd know how to handle it.

A shame? Maybe. David wasn't actually sure that anyone would have bought it if he'd tried to tell them they weren't hooking up instead, everyone seemed to be pretty convinced that there was something going on already. He'd never been someone who needed the thrill of sneaking around to make things more exciting, but maybe that was just because he'd never needed to do that with anyone. David wasn't writing the entire idea of clandestine meetings off just because he lacked the personal experience. Really, Finley made almost anything sound obscenely appealing, so David wasn't trusting his own judgement on anything while he was under the influence of both alcohol and Finley Melville. He couldn't deny that sneaking around to have sex didn't give him a little bit of a thrill when he thought about it in the moment, though.

"Horrified?" David laughed again, cocking his head to the side slightly as he shifted between Finley's legs. "Not really. Have you seen you?" Pausing as he realized, somewhat delayed, that he could have just given Finley a genuine compliment, David quickly cleared his throat and countered with the same goofy, not at all sober grin as he teased Finley. "I mean, you're okay. For an older guy. What are you again, thirty-five? Forty?"

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Re: David/Finley

swelltricks
2016-01-05 12:03 am UTC (link)

The fact that David had complimented him, drunk, made it seem far more genuine. Finley didn't do anything so gracious as duck his head, act embarrassed by the compliment, any of that kind of rubbish. He had seen himself, after all, and heard far more effusive praise from dozens of people that wanted to get in his pants, or that had been there and wanted the privilege again. Praise for his eyes, his mouth, his thighs... none of it had made him preen quite as much as that one accidental slip of David's tongue admitting that he considered Finley a very attractive man, no matter what sort of teasing it was followed by.

He still played along, of course, sniffed in derision and glanced away with a smile still teasing at the corners of his lips. "Has no one ever told you not to ask a lady her age?" Still, it wasn't as though Finley minded, considering the circumstances. "You hit it right on the head, actually, I'm thirty-five, but I'll have you know I haven't aged a day since twenty-six." Crowley had made sure of that. They both preferred to take excellent care of the body they had, because neither of them was precisely sure whether they'd have the opportunity to select a new flesh suit together, or if Crowley would be stuck with the crapshot that was reincarnation... not that Finley was at all sanguine about any plan that ended with him dead and Crowley going on to enjoy another shot. No, he was rather attached to their plans, now.

He might have been playing at being offended, but Finley never did remove his fingers from David's scalp, enjoying the younger man's reactions far too much to stop. Was this what they called the afterglow? Finley had thought it was a myth, it had always been about zipping up and getting on with his business, before. He hadn't realized how nice it would be to linger, petting and playing together after everyone involved had come. Strange, how much he didn't mind it.

"I suppose, if we decide we'd rather keep the reality of things to ourselves, we could always break up." It was meant as a jest, of course. They weren't doing anything formal enough to even call it a breakup, if they were to decide to stop it. "Publicly, of course, as we've set a precedent now. Then we'd be back to sneaking around, keeping it a secret from everyone."

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Re: David/Finley

lovesomepie
2016-01-06 12:44 am UTC (link)

Of course Finley was attractive. David had eyes. That wasn't the issue. Maybe Finley was used to being told how attractive he was, but David wasn't used to being the guy doing the telling, so it made him feel a little momentarily self-conscious. Discovering that he found Finley attractive in the first place was life altering enough, but voicing it out loud, that was maybe even more so. It was about as close to openly talking about his sexuality as he could get right now, acknowledging that he was attracted to at least one man, so it was kind of a big deal. At least it was a big deal to David. It was hard to stay self-conscious with all that head rubbing, though, and impossible to deny his attraction to Finley anyway, considering what they'd just done.

"Still younger than you," David smirked a little, inexplicably pleased with himself that even at the age that Finley's body had stopped aging, David was still younger with a whopping twenty-three years of age under his belt, conveniently forgetting that not only would his body keep aging past Finley's, David would keep aging too. In fact, he was turning twenty-four in February, not all that long from now. David might still look younger than he actually was for another handful of years just because that's how the human body seemed to function if you took good enough care of it, but the fact was, it would only take a couple more years for him to start getting older than Finley. That was a weird thing to think about, and it actually made his head hurt a little, so David pushed it aside in his already alcohol and sex addled brain.

He didn't think Finley was actually offended, since by now David had come to know pretty well when Finley was, in fact, genuinely offended by something, and this wasn't it. David thought he actually saw him smiling a little, though that could have just been a trick in the darkness, but he hadn't stopped rifling his fingers through David's hair so that had to count for something. David was truly enjoying it, and this strange sort of afterglow they'd seemed to accidentally step into. It was nice. David had never really stopped to appreciate that sort of thing after sex either, but he didn't mind it. Especially not when Finley kept moving his fingers through his hair like that, it distracted him so much that at first David honestly didn't hear what he said after that.

"A fake break up?" David snorted, still only half listening as he was more concentrated on the fingers in his hair. He wasn't dumb enough to think that this was an actual relationship to break up over, but he was drunk, and he couldn't think of another term to use for this other than 'break up'. In a somewhat sincere effort to regain a higher ground so he wasn't as much at crotch level with Finley anymore while having this conversation, David rose up on his knees more fully, balancing carefully on them and letting his hands fall on either side of Finley to brace on the couch as he leaned in, grinning stupidly at him. "Those never work in the movies. But sneaking around does sound... kind of hot..."

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Re: David/Finley

swelltricks
2016-01-06 06:58 am UTC (link)

It wasn't that Finley minded that David was younger than him. There was a strange appeal to the baby face, the youthful features that made him look, perhaps, a little younger than his actual years. He'd grow out of it, eventually, Finley assumed, but for the moment it was unusual enough to be interesting, being the one who looked older, between the two of them. It wasn't a hardship, being stuck as the eternal pretty boy, and the beard did add a few years to him. It was the entire reason he'd grown it in the first place. No, the fact that David was younger than him, both chronologically and physically, didn't bother him... until David used it to taunt him. "I happen to be arrested in the prime of my life, you realize. The peak of physical perfection." Not that Finley hadn't thought that about himself at every age. He'd managed to entirely skip the awkward teenage years, going straight from pretty child to pretty man.

Finley could tell that David wasn't entirely listening to him. No sense in trying to have any sort of serious conversation, it seemed, when he was petting David's hair. That, or it might have been the perfect time to have a serious conversation, if it led to David being malleable enough to agree to anything that Finley suggested, the way he'd suddenly expressed interest in sneaking around to add some spice to their sex life. That idiotic grin wasn't a turn off, either, no matter how much it should have been. Finley's hand stayed firm on the back of David's skull, holding him close even as the younger man pulled himself upright. "Doesn't it? Clandestine meetings, trying not to get caught, having a dirty little secret from everyone else, knowing that they really ought to be jealous..."

It couldn't come as any surprise that making other people jealous was a bit of a hobby for Finley. Demon? Envy was one of the big seven, after all, and there was plenty for others to be envious about when it came to himself and David, in Finley's opinion. "And please, David, it isn't the movies. It's entirely possible to engineer a convincing fake breakup, if you're willing to put in the effort to do so." Finley was, of course. He enjoyed a production, now and again, and being the center of attention in the middle of a scene. David wouldn't even really need to pull his weight, if they took a chance on it, Finley was confident that he could carry the entire performance all on his own.

"Just think about it," he advised David. He wasn't certain if the younger man would ever make up his mind to try it, but if he didn't, Finley doubted they'd have any trouble finding other ways to keep things exciting. David would likely forget all about the conversation by the time the morning came, anyhow, if he even remembered it past the end of the conversation itself. "As for now... I think you're much too far ahead of me. You really ought to buy me a drink, don't you think?" Finley would be damned if he'd answer a booty call at a birthday party in a bloody club and not at least get a drink out of the deal. And no, all the come he'd swallowed did not count.

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Re: David/Finley

lovesomepie
2016-01-07 02:44 am UTC (link)

David didn’t actually need to sneak around with Finley in order to be into this. That much should already be obvious at this point, but maybe it was just the way Finley was describing it that made it sound more appealing in the moment. Clandestine meetings just sounded sexy, no matter how you said it, and while David wasn’t sure how well keeping this a secret would work when people already expected it of them and David was in the spotlight so much that sneaking around wouldn’t exactly be easy… Well, the notion of a challenge was at the very least more tempting than it rightfully should have been. Then again, maybe it was just the attention Finley was giving to David’s hair that was making his judgement so impaired in the moment. David hadn’t realized what a weak spot that was for him until he had Finley’s fingers running through his hair, grazing along his scalp and almost making David’s eyes close involuntarily.

“... Mmhm…” Caught between listening to Finley and concentrating on the fingers in his hair, David’s grin softened to a lazy smile with lips slightly parted. He did sort of like the idea of people being jealous. Or the idea that they would be if they knew. Was that what Finley had just said? David wasn’t certain, but he didn’t really bother confirming. Finley still held him captive by the skull, and David didn’t try to fight it, bracing himself a little more steadily on the couch between Finley’s legs, eyelids only a little heavy as he forced himself to make a sincere effort at refocusing on the words coming out of Finley’s mouth. Something about thinking about it? That sounded right. See? He was totally listening. “I’ll think about it.”

At the mention of drinks, though, David did become a little more alert, though clearly still favoring the attention to his head. His other head. The one that was firmly attached to his shoulders. That slight slip in his train of thought though did remind him of one thing, sex with Finley. The insinuation that Finley wanted David to buy him a drink so he could start catching up with him instead of leaving could potentially mean there was a chance for more later. In the event that it was something David would want at that point, he was willing to put some money down for it. Licking at his lower lip, David swallowed and nodded his head in agreement. “I can do that. Something tells me they're out of pitch fork garnishes, though.”

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Re: David/Finley

swelltricks
2016-01-08 06:27 am UTC (link)

Finley really did doubt that David would remember a word of it, but he would remind him, when he decided he wanted it. Perhaps David would even believe that he'd agreed to far more than he actually had. Finley wouldn't know what he could get away with, in regards to recalling the situation later, until he tried. The important thing, at least at the moment, was that David had agreed to buying him a drink. It wouldn't have been the end of the world, if he hadn't. Finley was perfectly capable of buying his own drink, of course, and if he'd really wanted to get revenge if David had refused he was certain he could have found someone to buy one for him. His plans would still include going home with David, at the end of the night, but nobody else needed to know that.

Nobody else including David. Knowing that Finley was already planning on a second round for later might not have kept him from putting forth the effort from coaxing it out of him, but that wasn't a risk that Finley was willing to take. It also wasn't even about the money, or not wanting to pay for his own drink. It was, in large part, about David proving that he wanted it enough to put that effort forth in the first place. Finley wasn't cheap, nor was he (in spite of what many people, including his brother, might think) easy. Finley was well aware that he was worth that effort, and in his opinion anyone he dedicated enough time to that he would consider a round two on their second hook up really ought to believe that enough to show it.

"I'm sure I'll live." Though the lack of appropriate garnishes was unfortunate. Finley could always alter reality, just a little bit, to make one himself, if he really wanted it... once he'd had enough to drink for that to seem like a good idea. "If you're quick about getting up and getting yourself sorted out, I might not ask for something with an embarrassing name that you'll have to pass on to the bartender." 'Might' was the key word. Finley still fully intended to have his fun with it, and with David, before the night was over.

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