Blake W. Elliot (blake_elliot) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-08-21 13:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | blake, godric |
28th DEC
Who: Blake and Ric
Where: Ric's place
When: Friday, 28th
What: Blake returns home from England
Rating: Swearing
Blake was going back in time. Well, five hours back in a time zone, not literally. If he could go back in time he would probably like to meet Queen Victoria or someone like that. Louis 16th, someone extravagant. This was where his mind wandered on the long, boring flight back to Boston. The in flight movies were terrible, apart from Sense and Sensibility which he'd already watched. He wished internet was available on flights, then maybe he'd be able to talk to Ric, but being cut off just made the return so much sweeter.
When the plane landed he yawned - he'd set off at 10am in the morning, and was arriving after five hours of travelling at... 10:28am. Enough with the mind warps. As soon as he got his luggage he hailed a cab, tried not to doze off on the way home. This bit wasn't difficult - he was excited to see Godric again, was eager to throw his arms around him and kiss him and do all the things they'd talked about on the phone. He wanted to show him the pictures of the present his parents gave him, to tell him the... rather disturbing news of his family wanting to visit and meet Godric... and finally when he saw the school in view he grinned, energy sparking.
It was safe to say he was excited. Having paid the driver and grabbed his small travel bag he bounded up the staff building stairs, bellowing Ric's name before he was even at the door. Pounding the frame he jumped up and down like an overjoyous kid.
"RIC! Ric! Open the damn door!"
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Godric heard Blake coming a mile away. Not literally, though he might if it had been quiet enough. But he knew Blake was supposed to be landing a little after 10:30, and that it would take about an hour to get to the school (traffic time included). So at 11:30 Godric was busying himself to keep from getting too eager in case Blake was late. But when he heard his name being called from down the hallway, he couldn't keep the grin off his face. Honestly, Blake was like a giant child!
He flung the door open after Blake's second knock, and readied himself to be tackled in a hug. He wasn't disappointed. Pulling Blake into the room and shutting the door, Godric kissed the man fir a long, long time. He had missed him, a lot, and being alone was like torture after having been around people (well one particular person) for awhile now. Wesley stayed every so often, but it wasn't the same.
Finally pulling back, Godric looked over the demon's face, a small smile on his lips. "Welcome home, Mr. Elliot," he said quietly.
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Blake was a giant child when he knew something wonderful awaited him. Impatient, bouncy, all guns blazing - if Ric was waiting down an endless corridor Blake would have run to death to get to him. He grabbed the vampire as soon as he saw him, grin on his face and a relieved sigh as soon as he had him in his arms. He had missed him so bloody much.
The kiss was delicious and he accepted it like he'd been starving without it. Fingers raking through his hair Blake smiled against his lips, tongue probing and exploring the familiar mouth just to feel him again. Moaning slightly he sighed when Ric pulled away, eyes sparkling. "I am so glad to be home... we have a lot of catching up to do," he grinned, then once again pressed their mouths together, pressing his body against the quieter man and hands sliding up his back. Didn't let it last long though, for a moment later he was grinning about six inches from Ric's face, watching him.
"I missed you. I have things to tell you. I have things to do to you..."
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Before Godric could react much, Blake's mouth was on his again, kissing and probing and doing all those delicious things it did. He purred into the demon's mouth, hoping to prolong their interlude. Unfortunately Blake was the one to pull away this time, and Godric sighed a little.
"One thing at a time," he teased, planting another firm kiss on Blake's mouth before stepping back from him, taking him over to the couch. He sat himself down, pulling the skinny man on top of him. "Tell me everything," he requested. "How was mum and dad, and the sisters, and Christmas morning after we hung up, and the rest of the week. I want to hear every detail."
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Blake didn't mind being dragged ontop of Ric. The vampire was so muscular and comfortable and padded that he was like some gorgeous cushion, specially made for Blake's use and pleasure. Grinning at the thought he settled down, arms around his shoulders and knees draped across Ric's lap. A hand played with the back of Ric's neck stroking it lightly.
"I was greeted with hugs. Of course. And then treated to a lovely roast dinner, oh Godric I love roast dinners... missed them so much over here. Paxo stuffing is to die for, parsnips oh my... anyway... it was nice seeing everyone again. It was a jolly old night though when I was in my room again afterwards, settling down I did miss you," he said, constant smile fading a little. "I felt very homesick even though I was at home, wasn't sure what to do with myself. The week seemed like it was stretching out infront of me. Speaking to you kind of made me better but also made it worse. Just wanted to come home to you...."
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He liked listening to the retelling, because it was exactly how Godric imagined it to be- the big family being all together, Christmas dinner, hugging and laughing and beautiful times. It was something Godric had never experienced but imagined would be quite fun. Hell, just listening to Blake swoon about it was pretty damn fun.
"Well, you are home now," he said pleasantly. "Everything is just how you left it. Well, minus some of the mess, and you'll notice Wesley's games aren't all over the place anymore. Aside from that, it's been a quiet week. My mother called, it was a brief conversation. The usual holiday greetings, etcetera." He didn't want to get into those details and bring down the mood.
"So... what was that suprise your family had for you, anyway? Was it a new bride?" He grinned cheekily. "Better still, was it an adopted grandchild? If so, tell me now so we can unpack her from your suitcase..."
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Blake smiled a little sadly at Godric's recollection of the quiet Christmas. It wasn't right. Blake should have dragged him home under cover of darkness or he should have flown his parents out so they could meet him. Just something to include him or not have him spending it alone. He felt very bad about that.
Blake's face lit up at the mention of the surprise. "The surprise was... here I'll show you, I took pictures," he said suddenly, leaping from his seat and rushing to grab his bag. The moment he'd dragged it over he chose to sit beside Ric, furrowing through the contents. "Now before I show you," he said, bringing out a leaflet full of pictures, "remember the present I got you. The main one. And see if this -" he handed over the photographs, the first of a house on a hill - by the coastline, "-compares to it."
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Alone was a state of being Godric was used to, so having this Christmas by himself didn't bother him any. In fact, it was almost a comfort, since it was what he was used to. But someone from a large family could not understand how someone would actually want to be alone on a holiday like this. Especially not someone like Blake, who didn't like being alone on a normal day.
He took the photographs from Blake, not entirely sure where this was going. They were photos of a small house, a beautiful small house, along the coast. It was exactly the kind of house Blake had always wanted to own. "Wow, it's... the house," he said, since they only referred to it as The House. "I mean not exactly the same, but damn close." He could imagine Blake staring out over the ocean on that hill at sunset, could envision a tiny garden in the corner. "I can picture you living there," he said softly, smiling a little. "It fits you perfectly."
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"It's not..." he started in response, but then shifted to try and gage Godric's proper reaction. "I mean... it is THE house... but it's not just.... mine, Ric. It's our house. Yours and mine. You saying it fits me, it should fit both of us. I loved that house since I was small, always said I'd buy it one day and raise a family there, be with my wife there, and my parents got me it. They told me... to take you to visit it one day."
He hung his head a little, thinkig Godric wasn't as excited about it as he had been. "Probably stupid but I was hoping you'd like it enough to call it your own as well."
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This had not been the reaction, or the news, that Godric had been expecting. "Wait... they bought this for you??" He stared at Blake a moment, then looked back at the photograph. He'd almost inherited his house, but that was when he was getting married. This was... incredible. More incredible still, was that technically this, too, was his house. His and Blake's. He didn't know what to say. It felt like now that Hope was gone, they were planning their lives together forever, might as well have been getting married. But that was the point, wasn't it? Without Hope it was him and Blake and eternity?
Blake knew Godric well enough to know that something like this would definitely unnerve him, and he was glad at least that Blake wasn't furious at him for not being overly joyed. But he wasn't without joy, either. It was a mixed bag of emotion. On the one hand... this was Blake's dream. And he wanted Godric a part of that, and that touched him more than he could even imagine. But on the other hand, it was in England, and Godric never had any desire to ever set foot there again. It had been seventy years, though. A long time for things to change.
He didn't weant to answer Blake right now, not while his head was still reeling. But he had to say something. "So... they know about me, then? About us? And they're... they're not... how did they take it?"
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Blake hadn't thought it was complicated to understand and nodded. He replied to him whilst Godric's mind turned over all the various emotions he was feeling. "Yes they did. Said that this year was the year I was moving onwards and upwards, they had a good feeling, and the house had just come on the market so... my mum's a college professor you know. My dad used to be the owner of some big energy plant up in the Lakes. Both have a lot of money left from their parents, and they've made a bundle. This was tiny in price compared to... anyway."
He was rambling and he was sure Ric didn't want to hear all of this. Instead he tried to ignore Ric's face, his expressions. He knew him too well now not to know this had rattled his cage slightly. "Yes. They know. My father was very probing of my intentions with you b my mother and sisters were very accepting immediately. Happy that I'd met someone I loved as much as you." He cleared his throat - may as well drop the bombshell now. "My parents are flying out to meet you tomorrow."
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"WHAT??" Forget the house now, what the hell kind of news was this?? If Godric had been rattled before, and he had, then this was like an earthquake. "Tomorrow??? They... your parents are coming here??" He couldn't believe it. A house, a meeting... God, it was all coming down so fast. He and Blake had barely been together a month and now Hope was gone and it felt like the wedding was next week.
Godric pushed Blake's legs off his lap, kissing the demon on the forehead so he'd know that Godric wasn't angry with him, and he still loved him... but he needed to pace. Remaining seated was not an option. he went right to the kitchen, but all the dishes were done so he came back to the living room, but that was tidy too and he didn't know what to do with himself. Arms crossed, he drummed his fingers on his biceps, thinking.
"Okay," he said finally. "This shouldn't be too bad. I'd have to meet them anyway, might as well be now." Now there was a whole new world of worry loaded into his brain. What if Blake's parents hated him? What if they forbade their son to ever see him again, and knowing Blake he would do it because he loved his parents. Or maybe he wouldn't, because he loved Godric, and that would cause a huge rift in the family. And it would be all his fault! He knew he was overreacting, but he couldn't stop it once the avalanche began.
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Having not expected such an immediate and loud reaction, Blake jumped almost half a mile into the air. Being startled wasn't good for the nerves and as he already supposed he hated all the news Blake had brought him it wasn't going well. Blinking furiously to try and keep the tears at bay Blake cleared his throat. Even when Ric kissed his head it didn't stop him worrying as the vampire strolled into the kitchen. Great.
He had a house Ric didn't want, a visit Ric would not enjoy... he was probably panicking about moving too fast and shit and Blake slid down the sofa, head resting back. Fuck it. Not the reuinion he'd wanted.
Then Godric was back, and Blake sighed as he looked at him pacing around. Kiss or no kiss it was fucking annoying to come home excited with news of a place they could dream about if not look forward to living in, and Ric was behaving like it was the end of the world. "You won't be crucified so stop worrying," he snapped.
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This wasn't exactly the reunion Godric had envisioned, either. He had wanted to hear about the great time Blake had had when he was home, then escape to the bedroom and stay there for days, just tangled up in one another and never thinking about the outside world. Just take advantage of the two of them being just them, not having to worry about anyone else. And now Godric was getting a house and inlaws and an relationship that was starting to feel less like him and Blake and more like an induction into the Elliot family.
But he'd upset Blake, that much was obvious, and Godric sighed. "To you, this is standard. You like someone, you have them meet your family, you get along and it's not a big deal. But to me... this is a big deal. You're the first serious relationship I've had in over a century. I went from being constantly alone to kissing you and falling in love with you and sharing you, and now I've got you all to myself and there's a house that's our house and I'm meeting your family and I've gone through this huge life change in less than half a year! I mean... most couples don't even move in together until they've been together a year and you live here with me now and someday you'll want to live in that home of yours and I just..." He ran a hand through his hair. "It feels like we're moving so fast and we don't have to be, because why are we rushing so much? It's not that I don't want these things with you I'm just not ready for them now. And where will it end? Feels like we should be racing to the church and picking out children's name when we haven't even had proper time to just be together without some kind of hinderance in there!"
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Blake stood, shaking his head and finally shrugged off the jacket that he'd forgotten to take off in his glee at being home - the glee which had now faded away.
"Jesus Christ, must you react like this?" Blake cried, seeming very offended by Godric's reel. "You're making everything seem like I'm whisking it forward ten years when I'm not at all! The house was bought for me and the one I love, and seeing as YOU are that person then naturally I want you to share the pleasure of owning it, of dreaming about it. I'm not planning on whisking you to England next week to move in, get married and adopt three kids! And as for my parents coming they just want to meet the man I gave up women for! They're protective of me, they want to see I'm being treated right. If you don't want me living here then fine i'll move out but let me clear one thing up, here - I am not rushing ANYTHING, Godric. Things are just turning up unexpectedly breezing us along and I can't control that! It's got nothing at all to do with me and being too eager and trying to immerse myself in this relationship but if you can't handle the heat stay out of the fucking kitchen."
And with that he grabbed his bag and stormed to the kitchen.
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Arguing was healthy, in a way. Didn't feel good, but it was needed. So when Blake stormed off into the kitchen Godric was quick to follow. "Fine," he said heatedly, "you say you're not rushing, that it's all circumstance. Fine, yes. You're not pushing anything. But you sure as hell get angry when all this circumstance makes us "breeze along" and I'm not ready for it!" He kept some space between them, because they needed room to shout in and Godric still needed to pace.
"I'm not the kind of person who likes meeting parents," he said plainly. "I'm sorry, but I'm not. And I'm not the kind of person who dreams about the future because I'm perfectly content just being here and now. I like being where I am, I like schedules and routine and order. And it really amazes me that you can disrupt my comfortable, stable way of life and then be suprised when I don't react well to it." That probably didn't come out right, but he was still too much a jumble of emotion to realize it.
"I never said that you were the reason that everything is going too fast," he said, trying to sound calmer. "But that does not change the fact that everything is moving too fast for me and I'm sorry if I'm not as fluid and able to roll with the punches like you do, but I worry. I worry and I overthink and that's always how I'm going to be." He started pacing again. "I mean, what if your parents hate me? What if the despise me and then you have to choose between them and me, and it'll be all my fault regardless of the outcome. And then you have to look at that house and think about me and how I ruined everything!" He met Blake's eyes. "And yes, I'm well aware this is a worst case scenario. But this is my brain."
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"I'm so sorry that I disrupted your calm way of life, dear sir," Blake said, mock-bowing low with a swing of his arm as if Godric was lord of the manor, because that was what it seemed like. Here Blake had come, court jester, annoying King Ric and making a mess of his stoic way of life. "I'm not angry that you're not ready for it, Ric, I'm angry that you freak out and make me feel stupid for wanting to enjoy a least a little of it and that I can't possibly do what I usually do and feel excited about anything positive. Because that's all it is - positive. They're not coming armed with machetes to kill you, my mum already fucking loves you for fuck's sake."
He was in need of tea so the kettle was on the boil, a teabag shoved forcefully into his usual mug as he growled to himself. "I'm all for slowing down Godric but don't you dare take it out on me. It's not my fault, my parents were just excited to come and see you, see the new man in my life, see where I work, my environment, the good things I'm doing with the kids and helping them. You can worry all you like - I know you do it all the time - but panicking about the stupidest little thing which I couldn't control even if I had begged my parents not to come, is really fucking annoying. I'm back after being away from you, I've missed you, I come home with my dream house in my name and I want to share it with the man I love and all he's worried about is that I'll have him picking fucking curtains in the next hour."
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Rolling his eyes, Godric let Blake carry on his little performance, because he knew it would do no good to argue with the man. This was Godric's space, and he liked being in control of it, and Blake wasn't exactly wrong in thinking he'd upset Godric's stoic way of life. But that didn't mean Godric hated it, either.
"Feel excited all you like," he said flatly. "I'm not trying to stop you. Just... give me five minutes to worry, ok? Five damn minutes to panic and pace and think it over before you just assume that I'm not... happy about it. Because I'm not not happy about it, I'm just stunned. And overwhelmed. And worrying. And if I try and walk off and worry elsewhere you assume I'm running off on you and that upsets you even more." He knew Blake hated that he couldn't just accept good news as good, and he was getting better at just taking things at face value. Or, at least, keeping his neuroses in his head until he got over them. But meeting the parents was huge, and having a house with someone was huge, and he couldn't contain them.
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Blake huffed, pouring the boiled water in the mug and watching the steam rise. "So I have your permission to be excited? Thank you that makes me so much better." The milk was poured next, the sugar added finally. He didn't bother stirring or even drinking it just yet. "You can have your five damn minutes too but don't wave it in my face and expect me to accept it when I didn't realise it'd give you such a panic attack."
With a heavy sigh he raised the mug, blew on the liquid to keep it cool. He remained silent and mulling over this all. He'd just wanted to have a nice day returning home and being with Godric. "Wherever you are, that's my home," he said quietly, not looking at him. "The house is mine, but it's not my home. It's my dream, and even if it only remains my dream I won't regret it."
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RRRrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhh..... Godric growled in his own head. Blake's sarcasm was somehow more scathing than anyone else's, because it was used in anger so rarely. But he held his tongue because he didn't want to fight anymore, didn't want to make this coming home worse than it already was and besides, he was running out of things to be angry about.
Especially since, while he waited for Blake to have some tea and continue scolding him, the demon said possibly the nicest damn thing anyone had ever said to him and he couldn't exactly bite back when his friggin heart was melting. God damn Blake. He knew how to take a perfectly good argument and kill it. "Well that...." he started, letting his arms fall to his sides. "...That is just totally unfair. How am I supposed to stay cross when you're just so... perfect?" He approached Blake slowly, putting a tentative hand on the man's waist. "And you are, you know. Perfect."
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Blake let out a little laugh which had no humour in it, a small smile on his face meaning that he was kind of happy that Ric had just said what he had but was still pissed off. "So perfect that I manage to make your head spin and give you a heart attack, aggravate you within minutes of being home from a four day trip, sweep our relationship at fifty miles per hour..." he said plainly, not really looking at Ric and feeling very lonely in himself.
He took a sip of his tea, leaning only slightly into Ric's touch to tell him he wasn't unwelcome. "Maybe don't make me feel like I'm an overpressuring, excitable freak and I might feel as perfect as you somehow think I am."
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Since Blake wasn't shying away from his touch, Godric placed his other hand on the demon's waist, moving closer, his arms gradually winding their way around him until Blake's back was pressed to his chest. "You are not an overpressuring, exciteable freak," he murmured, his forehead rested against the man's spine. "Your boyfriend is an underexciteable, paranoid killjoy." He pressed his hands against Blake's chest, finding comfort in feeling the heartbeat beneath his fingers.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "I am happy that you've got your house. Our house," he corrected. "I am still stunned and afraid that you'd ever want to spend your life with me, but that doesn't mean I'm not happy about it." He hugged Blake tightly, breathing him in deeply. "And meeting your parents will be... okay. I mean it won't be bad, right?" Of course not. Nothing was ever as bad as it seemed in his head. Well, usually.
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Blake managed to hide a smile, happy that Godric was hugging him and breathing him in. It showed him he really had missed him, and sometimes he would have liked him to do it more often. Just to show him, involuntarily, that he was still in love with him. As in love with him as Blake was with Ric.
"I don't really want to talk about it any more," he said softly, leaning his head back so that maybe somehow, they could touch cheeks, see each other. "I'm tired. I came home this morning just wanting to be with you. I should have told them after New Year, I'm sorry but... they're eager." He set the mug down, hands going to stroke over Ric's arms which were around him like a glove. "And I have every faith they will love you just as much as I do. Well maybe not... like I do but you know..."
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He did love Blake. It was hard to express it, which was strange because Godric was so good with words. But words meant nothing in love, it was actions, and when it came to people Godric was very much a man of inaction. He was trying, though. It was still a struggle. "We don't have to talk about it," he said, moving his head so he could nuzzle Blake's cheek. "It'll be okay. It has to be. We've gone through too much crap for it not to be." Of course he didn't believe that. There was never enough crap, it could be endless. But he wanted to be reassuring, even to himself.
"It's probably good that they're coming sooner than later. I would hate for them coming to interfere with my Christmas present for you."
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Now Blake was grinning. He turned slowly in Ric's arms, hung his own lazily over the vampire's shoulders, looking at his mouth and then his gaze travelling to his eyes. "Christmas Present? You really know how to get a boy's attention," he smirked, actually chuckling at how shallow this must seem right now. "Anyway it'll just be weekend. Maybe less actually, my father doesn't really like America... but we have a lot of time between now and then to... enlighten me of what your plans are, look at the rest of my photographs of which there are many, and fuck me good, long, hard and proper until I whimper like a girl."
A kiss was pressed against Ric's lips, Blake snuggling closer. "Just be glad my sisters aren't coming."
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It was hard not to love the demon when he fit so easily in Godric's arms, and simple things like Christmas presents pleased him, and he demanded to be fucked until he whimpered like a girl. That last one actually made Godric laugh, which turned into a groan when he thought of Blake's sisters. "God... I don't think I could handle all of your family at once."
But nevermind that. He could worry about it tomorrow, when they arrived. And a lot could happen in a day. He kissed Blake again, pushing the terror of meeting the family out of his mind. "So... you want your present now, or later? Because I think if you get it now I can get you whimpering a lot sooner."
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With a little hum of glee, Blake grinned against Ric's mouth. "Oh you know I want it now. With cocky assurance like that who am I to want it later?" He reached behind himself, grabbed his cup of tea without moving from Ric's embrace and sipped it, before placing it back down and settling back against the vampire, leaning into him.
"Present. I bet it's your dick in a bow. If it is it's not exactly a surprise, I've tied a ribbon around it once or twice when you were sleeping so I get a nice surprise in the morning with your wood..."
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Nobody could make Godric blush more easily than Blake, and again he did not fail to disappoint. The vampire's cheeks were a bright red, and for a second he didn't know if Blake was serious or not. "You.... that.... oh, thank God," he said, smiling that sly smile of his. "I thought it was Wesley doing that."
Though he was still blushing, Godric managed to give Blake his stern-ish face. "No, it is not my dick in a bow! It's in my top drawer of the table by the bed." He gave Blake's butt a squeeze before releasing him. He was pretty sure he'd hear Blake's reaction all the way in the kitchen, even if he didn't have extra sensitive hearing.
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Blake laughed, tracing a hand through Ric's hair and tucking the strands behind his ear. "No, Wesley doesn't do that. He's the one that puts the sticky parcel tag on the top," the demon added, trying to stop himself from laughing too much at the thought. "Shame though. I'd very much like to be presented with that jack-in-a-box..."
But Godric was talking about the present being in a drawer. Small package then. Oh the innuendos were coming thick and fast tonight. His curious look was interruped by the butt squeeze, something which always managed to make Blake randy but he toddled off, shooting a suspicious look at Ric as he left the kitchen. It was nice, walking into the bedroom. The smell of Ric was overpowering and comforting. He almost wanted to just fall on the bed now and curl up in the vampire's sheets, sleep naked under the material embroiled in his scent so even Blake would have his aroma. But that's not what he did.
First things first - the present! He sat on the side of the bed, eyeing the bedside table momentarily before he opened the drawer, fishing around. A panphlet and a piece of paper. Hmm, curious. What a very odd present. It was only when he read "Bed and Breakfast", "Out of town" and read that Ric had a booked a weekend for them to enjoy there.... that he actually gave a bright laugh.
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Blake was cheeky, there was no doubt about that. Godric made his usual face, frowning at his demon slightly. "Get your butt in the bedroom already," he scolded. He watched Blake walk off, smiling haughtily at the suspicious look Blake had shot him over his shoulder. What was he expecting, to be accosted by five demon hookers? Well... maybe for his birthday.
Waiting patiently in the kitchen, Godric waited for it. He knew it was coming, though he didn't know in what form... ah, there it was. Blake laughed out loud, which meant he had found what he was intended to find. "We're in the honeymoon suite," he called across the apartment, although he thought the printed invoice said that on there somewhere. "Next weekend, so... hope your folks decide not to stay for too long."
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Staring at the invoice and the leaflet in his hands Blake couldn't stop grinning. This was his present - a weekend away with Godric. Away from the gossiping snoops of school and the area and the prison like feel... it was perfect, what he'd wanted for ages. A private getaway where nobody knew them. Bringing a hand to his mouth Blake tried to stop laughing. Salem - a freaky fucking nuthouse area with history and museums and... it was like Blake's mental paradise.
With little effort Blake was at the door of the bedroom. "Get in here now you gorgeous fucking bloodsucking romantic Casanova, because I am going to shag you raw."
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Smirking triumphantly, Godric strolled down the hallway, peeling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor as he went. It would give him something to pick up tomorrow, and then he could ease his mind a little while he panicked over Blake's parents coming over to check up on him.
He also left his jeans discarded outside the door. A nice suprise for Wesley to come home to... if he came home tonight. He'd been spending a lot of time alone lately. But no matter- that just meant Godric and Blake could be alone tonight, could be loud and uninhibited without having to worry about him knocking on the door asking them to scream louder.
Coming into the bedroom, Godric pushed Blake down onto the bed, climbing over the man and kissing him hard on the mouth. He was going to take him hard and fast, and it was going to last forever. And they wouldn't even get out of bed until tomorrow.