Godric Witt (shy_vamp) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-05-17 09:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | blake, godric |
Thursday, 11/8
Who: Blake and Godric
What: First face-to-face since The Incident
Where: Godric's apartment
Rating: R to be safe
Blake was preparing. He was preparing and freaking out all at the same time. Though his patch up with Hope had gone well it was still early days and he was treading thin ground. That's what made his little visit to Godric so tetchy. Having waited a few days and spoken to Ric online only, he knew it wasn't the length of time Hope would want him to stay away from the vampire but he had to sort things out. He couldn't leave this weekend without at least a goodbye, it didn't matter if it wasn't on the day just... he had to have some form of closure at the school.
Plucking up courage and will power, Blake tottered down to Godric's apartment and knocked on the door. He waited. And waited. Considered leaving... but soon he could hear Ric approaching and then he was opening the door and Blake stood infront of him like a rabbit infront of a car.
"Hi...."
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Godric had been keeping himself quiet, acting as though he was sneaking around in his own apartment. Hope still lived next door, and he didn't want her even thinking about him. It was awful that she was leaving, more awful still that it was because of him. He needed to apologize to her, but he wasn't ready to yet. He didn't think she'd listen even if he tried.
To be honest, talking to Blake online was probably the best idea for them for awhile. And even then, Godric was hesitant. The best way to avoid temptation was, simply, to avoid it. If it had been up to Godric, he and Blake wouldn't even be speaking anymore. He would have let him go, let Hope have Blake and Godric would've walked away without a word. But stupid Blake and his need to confront things, to talk them out instead of just moving past them. He knew it was for the best, that buried problems never fully healed. But sometimes you didn't need to heal it, you needed to forget it. Well. At least they wouldn't see one another for awhile, except in the halls between classes. And Blake would be moving off campus soon, which made things easier. Sadder, but easier.
When the knock came on the door, Godric's heart sank into his feet. Oh, fuck, it was Hope. She was here to kill him at last. No, no, he assured himself, it might be Georgie. Though she usually checked in to see if he was home before she stopped by, tonight she might have been in the mood for spontenaity. When he finally opened the door, though, it was neither of those women. It wasn't a woman at all.
Godric just stared at Blake, stunned. And stared. He couldn't even believe this man was at his door. And with Hope right there, her door less than four feet away! She would hear Blake's voice, come out and see them, and then they'd both be dead! Godric couldn't find the words, couldn't even find his voice. He just stared.
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So this was what awkward felt like.... huh. Blake waited a little, seeing if Ric was going to move, but when he didn't Blake just let himself in. "Hope's at my place," he explained, hands in his pockets as he sidled into the living room, a place of many memories. "She knows I'm here. At least I think she does... hum. Anyway."
Blake turned around, faced Ric again. He hoped he'd be able to snap his jaw shut. Wouldn't be much of a fun conversation if he didn't. Pausing again Blake then cleared his throat, wondering how to proceed. This wasn't... normal, or usual. But then they had never really been normal or usual at all.
"How're you?"
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Godric let Blake walk by him, turning to watch him enter. He still didn't know what to say. Hope knew Blake was here? What was she, mad? More importantly, was Blake mad? Godric closed the door, but didn't move far from it. Okay, so, if they were going to just brush past the strangeness and act like nothing was different, despite it being obvious that something was, then Godric was going to stand three feet away as often as possible. It was silly, yes, but the best way not to destroy yourself is to keep destructive objects out of reach.
"I'm fine," he said casually, folding his arms. "Working on things. Watching music videos online. Dunno why, I just feel like i should be back in 1985 for some reason today." Ugh, awkward. Who gave a shit what he'd been doing all evening? "So... you... packed up, yet?" He was trying to be casual about it, like it didn't bother him. But who was he kidding.
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Maybe they were both bonkers, Hope and him. Hope hadn't been very happy about Blake's coming down here but then he had to see Ric. He couldn't stand leaving it like this... though now Godric was being so bloody neutral and unlike himself that Blake wondered why he was bothering. Oh yeah... because they were best mates still, above all else, and despite this fuck up Blake wasn't going to give in and let Ric bugger off now he'd only just found him.
"1985. Good year. Wasn't Ersaure around then? Loved Erasure..." Small talk. Ah wonderful. Just what he needed. But maybe Ric needed it so he'd go along with it. For now. "No. Not yet. I mean we've not had it finalised, and... I haven't been to the kitchens to get boxes. I should do it soon, though, or Hope'll kill me."
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Ha, Erasure. "Yeah, they were," he admitted, smiling. "Though truth be told, they didn't come to the states very strong, so I don't know much more on them than I do every other band in the world." Which was still more than your average person, but still. He'd tried to avoid even thinking about England for the longest time.
Small talk was safe, it was easy and you didn't have to mean it. Unfortunately, that always backfired when you had a million things you'd like to say but can't seem to. "I see. You, um, you find anything promising? I hear it's a renter's market at the moment... It'll be strange not hearing the two of you behind my head at night anymore. Not that you were noisy, at least not often, but even just the murmured talking and such..." He walked over to the far end of the couch, sitting. So this was uncomfortable conversation. He didn't want to think about Hope and Blake and their sex life that had been going on behind the next wall. So why the hell had he mentioned it?
"You want a drink or anything?" he offered, just to say something, something normal.
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"You need educating," said Blake shaking his head. And he really meant it. Godric was stuck in the 19th century and he was severely outdated. He needed something to boost his street cred, get him back into the naughties! And not just snogging men in car parks among other things...
"We found a few. Well I found them - spent an hour on the computer. One is a favourite, it has a pool, a balcony, gorgeous dining room and bedrooms. We saw that the other day and said we wanted it. So beautiful... and I think Hope wants to entertain some guests when we're settled in next week, do some dinner or other. You'll have to come look." Play nicely, don't get too... weird. That was the plan. But Blake was quickly sinking into a morose mood wanting Ric to be his nextdoor neighbour and that wasn't good. "Yeah. I know what you mean. Well I don't, but... it's nice knowing that people you care about are around you."
He glanced at Godric, held his gaze, then looked away. "Um. Yeah. Orange, please."
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Godric was not stuck in the 19th century so much as he was inept in this century. For such a long time he hadn't felt a need to be a part of the world around him, just learn about it. But education was very different than experience. He could know the theory of any human behavior, but fuck lot of good it did him with no practice.
So Blake had been the one looking? So... that was good, then. That meant he was excited about moving, about being with Hope. And that was good. "That sounds pretty impressive," he said. Of course, all those amnemities were available right fucking here, but he wasn't going to say that. Hope had every right to want to get away from him, and Blake had every right to want to go with her. This was the price you paid for screwing up.
Getting up to get Blake his drink, Godric snorted. "Yeah right, I'm sure she'd be thrilled to have me." Sometimes Godric was obtuse, but even he couldn't fool himself into thinking Hope might want anything to do with him again. What part of 'You're so awful I'm moving just to be away from you' wasn't clear enough?
He couldn't hold Blake's gaze, not even for a moment. Grabbing a slender, pale blue glass and the juice pitcher from the fridge, he occupied himself with his business instead of looking at Blake. "Shame you won't be around as often," he said vaguely, watching the orange liquid fill the glass. "Then again there's always email and instant messaging and the like. We'll keep in touch." But they probably wouldn't. Blake would get occupied with Hope, planning his life with her, living it. Within months they'd be engaged, and then that would consume their lives, and they'd be married, starting a family, possibly leaving TJS to find other jobs in more normal circumstances. And Godric would watch them go, not say a word. And that prospect fucking sucked.
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Blake almost laughed at the formality of it all - almost. "Keep in touch?... what are you, breaking up with me?" he joked but there was something about him that indicated he was serious. There was nothing he wanted more than to keep Ric as a friend but it seemed he had already deemed this impossible. His clear avoidance of even glancing at Blake was getting close to ridiculous and Blake was becoming a little annoyed.
He leaned against the wall, folded his arms. Looked around as Godric poured as if he were scouting the place to buy it. "I suppose you are, seeing as you're disgusted to have me even near you." His voice was conversational but the content? Clearly not. "You've already written this friendship off even though I came here in an act of faith. I've risked breaking a bridge with Hope for this, but I believed it was worth it. You're my best friend, always will be, and now you're not even looking at me, which is fantastic considering the deal we made to be friends first and lovers second... we weren't even the second bit..."
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Now Godric did look at him, sensing the all too serious tone in his friend's voice. He listened, placing the pitcher down gently. Blake didn't seem to understand, just didn't get it. Or maybe he refused to get it, refused to see how changed everything was. "Here's your juice," he said after a moment, sliding the glass across the counter. A part of him, a very small part, wanted to stay silent. He wanted Blake to get angry, to leave, move out, just be gone. It was easier to let people go, alienate yourself. But Blake would never allow that, and Godric wasn't so sure he wanted to either. It was just his natural reaction.
"Yes. I guess I am breaking up with you." The pleasantries were done with, they hadn't worked. "I'm not so naive to think that, once you're gone, I've got a chance anymore. Hope will always win this fight. You'll be happy with her and you'll build a life with her, have less time for me. I won't come round, come to your house, alienate her. You'll marry her, I won't be at the wedding." He shrugged, helpless. "Even if everything goes well, you can have your wife and your mate too... I don't think..." He turned away again, putting the juice back in the fridge. "Even if it all goes well in the long run, that doesn't change right now. Right now I'm trying to avoid you. I'm not looking at you, touching you, barely saying anything because the only way to avoid temptation is to completely avoid it."
He walked past Blake, sitting on the arm of the chair. "So what do you want from me, huh? What do you want me to say to that? Do I want you to leave....? Yes. A little. I want you gone, and happy, and with her. And I want to stop being the one making everyone's life miserable. And that's damn near impossible looking at you and... remembering."
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Oh God. Ric should have been in the theatre. His woe is me speech got on Blake's bloody nerves and he couldn't help but frown. Grabbing the juice, Blake took a drink but continued to stare at Godric's head. He was being so stubborn! Didn't Blake have a say in this?
"You're deluded." He snapped. He was clearly very angry about this, about Godric's reaction. "Well no, not deluded, but you're making a mountain out of a molehill, you're marrying me off before I've even proposed... you do know it takes two people to do a wrong thing like what we did, and if I'm not... if I'm..." Blake raised his arms in a defeated manner. "Okay. If I do get married, I want you there. I want you as my best man. Know why? Because you are. You're the only fucking friend I've got. Yes we made a mistake, a big one, but we're not going to sort anything out by you ignoring me and behaving like you're..."
He was really, really incensed. "You want me gone? Fine. I'll fucking go. I'll go away and you won't hear from me again if you're that determined to scour me from your life like some wart under a fingernail. But I am NOT going to leave this apartment until you fucking look at me because after everything, if it IS as big a deal as you say it is, I think I deserve that much!"
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Now Blake was shouting, and Godric was more than thankful that Hope wasn't next door at the moment. He didn't need her hearing this. It would just figure, though, that this would become a fight. After all the shit. and all the hurt, it was coming down to a shouting match. He listened to Blake, a hand over his mouth, thinking. "Behaving like I'm what, exactly?" he asked darkly. "For fuck's sake, would you stop taking everything as a slight against you?? Hurting you is not the motivation of everything I do, you know."
Doing as Blake requested, Godric met his eyes, held the gaze. "I want you gone," he said, "because maybe I can't handle it. Because it's not so easy to just fuck someone in a parking lot and then go about life business as usual just because he doesn't want to lose your friendship." Getting up from the chair, he walked over to Blake, standing toe to toe, brown eyes burning. "God damnit, Blake," he spat. "I don't bend that far. I can't be a friend and think of you like a lover and refrain from touching you but stand right next to you! You ask too fucking much." His hands hovered a few inches above Blake's biceps, his fingers curled.
"So is this what you want? Face to face, eye to eye? Now what, then?" He set his jaw, waiting for an answer. If there even was one. Blake jumbled his emotions too much, like Cissy did. He hated it, hated every second of it. But he'd never let either of them go, either.
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"You didn't fuck me. I think I'd have known if you'd fucked me, and vice versa." Blake spat, squaring up to him. He was taller than Godric, something which could work in his favour right now. "Everything is a slight against me, it's a slight against us. You not being able to handle it, brushing me aside when I'm trying to fix it. Well I suppose you're getting your wish at least, I'm going. Heading out this weekend, not coming back for a week. Maybe I shouldn't try and contact you unless you burst into flames or something, right?"
When Godric hesitated, clenched his jaw, Blake did the same. This was bad but it was probably the only way this could do down. It was certainly not going to be sorted this way... Now what? "Now you get out of my fucking face, you arsehole," he growled, and shoved Godric away from him. "If you can't stand to be around me, if you're too disgusted in what you did with me then I'll have nothing more to do with you."
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He rolled his eyes. "Am I not allowed to be uncomfortable with this? You've already been through this once, you've had your time to sort if out. And as I recall, you haven't spoken to that chap since, have you? So forgive me, you big fucking hypocrite, if I'm not handling this well." Now he was getting mad, and he didn't even have a good reason except that Blake was mad at him. This cycle could go on forever. "You're not trying to fix it, you're trying to keep everything you want. Keep the girl, keep the friend... nevermind that the friend is not ready for you yet, not ready to deal with this shit and move on slowly. Oh, no. It's gotta be your time, your way, damn the consequence."
Godric stumbled a few feet backward, stunned. Blake had shoved him, and hard. It took him a moment to speak again. "Disgusted?" he asked, his tone icy. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Was Blake really so dense, so unsure of himself that he really thought that's what was going on here? "I am grateful you're going," he said. "The less I see you, the less angry I get at myself, the less I have to remember all the shit I've done, the less I want to-"
No. He wasn't going there. This only got them in trouble, only caused more problems, more confusion. Biting his lip, Godric raised his hands like a shield. "No," he said simply. "I'm not finishing that." Running his hand through his hair, his voice softened. "I'm sorry," he said plainly. "I will miss you. And I wish you weren't leaving. And... I'm not disgusted by it. That's not it. I really don't care you're a bloke, mate. You could be a woman and I wouldn't be any less infuriating about it." It wasn't the act, it was the repercussions. It was how wrong they'd been in doing it.
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"Been thr.... what part of most awkward experience of my life did you not get about Arthur? And no, I never spoke to him again... but that's because he fucking DIED." Well. There went that litle additional information. He couldn't believe Godric was being so het up about this, shouting and raising his voice... no, not even raising it, just being so damn cold like Hope had gotten. It wasn't out of the frying pan into the fire, it was out of the ice tray and into the goddamn antarctic.
"Why can't I have the girl and the friend?!" he protested. "Why can't I have you as a friend and her as a girlfriend? Why does it have to be so bloody complicated? Why do YOU have to make it so..."
Blake's temper was quelled the moment Godric said those two little words and he had to back down. He felt his fight slipping and he tensed up, balling his fists by his side. He was almost deathly quiet, in fact, thinking to himself. After a moment he hung his head. "Don't say sorry." He sounded strangled. "Don't say sorry. I can't... handle things not being right. So if you thought I sauntered in here expecting you to be fine and dandy with everything then you're wrong. I came in here needing you to be fine with it. Because if you're not then...." He wasn't going to continue that line of thought. He hadn't even looked back up at Godric - perhaps to hide the obvious emotion Ric would see if Blake actually did put his gaze anywhere but the floor. He took another moment, turned away. Secretly he put a hand to his nose, rubbed at his eyes.
Then he gave an idle laugh. "Mate. So casual, jesting. We were never merely mates though, were we?" Now he turned to look at Ric, his brown eyes watery. "That's why this is so hard."
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Godric had not known that Arthur died. And frankly, he didn't think it mattered. Arthur had been awkward, and the aftermath had been, and Blake should've understood it would be for Godric as well. Of course he was being cold. He was scared. He was trying to protect himself against it.
He was glad Blake wasn't angry anymore, or at least wasn't shouting. It wasn't getting them anywhere. "Well I'm not fine," he confessed, somehow managing to keep his eyes on Blake's face, even if his friend couldn't reciprocate. "I'm not fine and I'm not okay with this. And you're pushing too fast for me to be. I'm sorry, but... I can't just be your friend. You're right, we never were. Not properly. I tried to fix that, to force it... that was a disaster, wasn't it?" That was what Saturday night was supposed to be. "Look. Maybe we need a break from one another. Just... fuck, I dunno. Something." He didn't have any ideas other than 'avoid one another like the plague and completely ignore the situation'. But Blake seemed against that idea.
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Blake had been against it but he had no more fight left. Hearing Godric speak just made Blake go downhill slightly and his shoulders slumped. Energy dipped a little and he was the pinnacle of a sad puppy, only... sadder. Weaker. And he had no more resolve.
"Okay." Simple enough. Again he'd turned his face away, trying to hide his upset but it never really worked, not around Ric. There were tears in those eyes threatening to come out any minute but he had hold enough over them to stop that. Sniffing slightly he straightened up. He had to get his head together... but it was so hard to do. And part of him didn't want to. "I'm gonna go now. And I'm going to go to my apartment, and pack... and I'm going to move out this weekend. And this can be your break."
Slowly he moved towards the front door, feet scuffing the carpet. He paused, hand on the door handle. "If you ever get to the point that you can be my friend, let me know. If not then... I'll be buying a smaller car than I thought... won't be needing to use it much..." Blake opened the door. Took one step outside, then glanced back at Ric. A moment or two passed like he was trying to make himself say this. "See you round."
As he shut the door behind him he was calm. He took five paces down the hallway. And then he leant against the wall, face crumpling, giving in to the fucked up, stupid, damn horrid and complicating emotions that were forcing him to cry.
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Blake looked awful. Why did Blake always look awful after leaving Godric? Why did he always look so dejected and hurt and lost, every damn time? Because they were complicated men, and this was a complicated situation. He didn't want to let Blake leave, but it was probably for the best. Definitely for the best. This was what Godric had wanted, right? Space.
He watched Blake go, his arms folded across his chest. What was there to say? The man looked like an abuse victim headed back to their home life. A lump was stuck in Godric's throat. He hadn't expected Blake to agree to some space, because Blake never agreed to any of Godric's methods of coping. Blake needed to face everything, no separations, no pauses. But Blake was going, and he was willing to not talk. Godric followed him most of the way to the door, letting Blake step out into the hallway, the door closing behind him. He didn't say anything as his friend left.
The apartment was empty. Ric leaned his forehead against the wall, Hope's wall, the plaster cool on his skin. He rested his right palm beside his head. And then he heard Blake crying. "Fuck," he whispered, closing his eyes. Just let him go, Ric. Let him cry, let it be. You need this. You both need this. He'll be okay. Hope will comfort him, they'll move in together, and be happy. And he'll forget you soon enough. Would it be selfish to chase after Blake? Or selfish not to?
"No, no, no," he muttered, banging his head against the wall, emphasizing each word with a hollow 'thump'. His voice gradually got louder, each thump getting harder. "Let it go, let it go, God damnit, BLAKE, get BACK in THIS APARTMENT!"
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What the fuck was that? Blake heard Godric shout, sniffled and wiped at his face. He couldn't be sure what he'd said, if it had just been a yell... but it had sounded like Blake get in this apartment... how did Ric know he was still there?... Oh yeah. Vamp senses. Blake didn't know if that was such a good idea, if returning into that particular domain was a sensible one, Ric had been right on that point, it was stupid for them to be around each other so soon...
Well. It may have not been a sensible idea, no, but Blake damn well wanted to go back in. Now looking a horrible mess, Blake inched back to the door, trying to make his eyes go down and not be as puffy but that was damn near impossible. Attempting to look nonchalant and carefree, Blake let himself back in to Ric's place almost torturously slowly, looking around to see where he was. He found him near the wall joining his and Hope's apartments and paused, door still open.
"What?" he asked, quietly.
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Godric didn't know for certain if Blake was going to come back, but he would have wagered his life that he would. Blake didn't walk away from things. Sure enough, Godric heard the sniffles subside, the faint footsteps back to his own door. Blake's soft, timid voice. "Sit down," he said, his voice in stern teacher mode. Turning to face Blake, Godric leaned against the wall, studying the man before him. He looked even messier now then when he'd first left. He looked like he did on Saturday. "I hate this about you," Godric said finally. "That you feel everything, that you can't supress it. I always feel like I'm letting you down, like I'm stabbing a puppy when all it want is to do is sleep at my feet." When Blake was upset, it was just so heart-wrenchingly awful to watch.
"This is never gonna work. You need to talk about things to work through them, and if I let you walk out there's a good chance I won't let you back in." The space between them was cavernous, and he wanted to go to Blake, let him know it was okay. But he didn't move. Distance was good. "You came here for a reason, I imagine it wasn't to fight with me. I would've appreciated a little warning, so I didn't wig out when I saw you, but..." He smiled softly. "Why are you here? Why would you strain your relationship with Hope just to talk to me?"
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Good questions. All of them. Good observations, good to talk, good attitude, good... just... good. Blake sat on Godric's sofa hunched over a little, arms resting on his knees. It was a defensive position, one which allowed him to avoid eye contact. The emotion he'd begun to release in the hallway was still bubbling at the surface and threatened to spill over. If Blake wasn't careful, Godric would have a leaking demon in his apartment.
"Firstly... I don't appreciate your ears pricking up and prying into my personal cry time," he said matter-of-factly. "Secondly, I came here because I wanted to see you. A friend doesn't... a soldier never leaves a man behind. Neither does a friend. And I was a soldier, and now I'm a friend and to hell if one stupid, STUPID mistake is going to ruin what we had. Yes it's bad. But now we know not to do it. We know, and we can move on. We realise what's at stake here. We're not stupid enough to do it any more, so..."
Yeap. Here came the waterworks. "I can't... lose you, and I can't lose Hope, okay? I can't... you both mean more to me than you will ever realise and call me stupid but... I'm risking both relationships by being here, and I need to... I have to fix it, I have to have this - us - be right again or else I will flip out and... I just can't lose you Ric, okay?"
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Jesus. Was Blake scolding him for having heard him cry? Godric didn't say anything, but tried to hide a smirk. How was he supposed to not hear so well? "I would've known you were crying anyway," he informed his friend. "I just knew you were still in my hallway."
As to whether or not they were stupid enough to do it again... He couldn't answer that. Which was why he was against the wall across the room and Blake was on his couch, alone, crying again. And why he wasn't going to him. "I don't know how to make it right," he said plainly. "I don't know if we can." He walked to the couch, sitting on the far end of it, pulling his knees to his chest. He watched Blake a moment, trying to get him to meet his eyes. Sighing softly, every tear from Blake like a drop of holy water to Godric's heart, he reached out and brushed a finger through Blake's hair. "You wanna watch Moulin Rouge?" He wasn't kidding, either. When guys hung out, they watched movies. And Moulin Rouge was already in the dvd player.
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Blake did the impossible. He burst out laughing. "No. Thank you." He said, smiling, wiping his eyes a little and feeling kind of better, but also foolish. "I've had my fill of doomed love affairs for one week. A month. Maybe even two, might be a good change." But the finger through Blake's hair was distracting him and leading him on to dangerous thoughts, and he sighed, slightly leaning in to Ric's touch.
He was quiet for a bit, only sniffling. "You got any manly, blowing shit up movies?" he asked, finally turning to look at Ric through red-rimmed eyes.
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"You don't have a doomed love affair," he teased, missing the obvious reference. "You and Hope are fine. Or, you will be, I suppose. You'll marry her and have a thousand babies, and she won't get consumption and die in your arms on a tacky bejeweled stage."
Withdrawing his hand, hugging his knees, Godric made a face. "You know I haven't," he said.
"Well... unless you count James Bond as manly, blow shit up movies. But those have a plot, so I'm not entirely sure if they count." He was glad Blake could look him in the eye, even if his eyes were teary and red. It was a start at least. "I also have adult films, remember. That's pretty manly." Though perhaps watching them together wasn't as manly. "Whatever you like. DVDs are under the telly, feel free to pick apart my collection." He climbed up from the couch, headed toward the kitchen. "I need a drink." And while he was there, he would grab Blake's juice.
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Obvious indeed. Blake looked at him like he had his parts missing. "I didn't mean me and Hope..." he told him, but didn't continue on explaining. Ric could figure the rest out whilst Blake just wallowed in his misery. Well not misery - at least Ric was attempting something, looking at him. It was a change from before.
"I don't like James Bond and I'm not in that - sort of mood." It wasn't only unmanly, it was downright weird and dangerous, especially if the said films should arouse those in their party... "I don't even know if I want to wat..." Blake started, but Godric was up and getting a drink, expecting Blake to pick a film to pass the next hour and a half and he wasn't really wanting to sit, settle, and concentrate. He couldn't concentrate. So that settled it. Sighing deeply he reclined in the cushions, looking at the ceiling and stretching his neck, arms draped over the back of the sofa. This sucked. And it was warm in here.
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Godric didn't get it. Or, more aptly, he did get it, at least he thought he did, but didn't know what to say to it. He didn't want to put words in Blake's mouth, and he certainly wasn't going to jump to conclusions. So that entire topic was going to be swept under the rug.
"I was kidding about the latter," he said from the kitchen. He watched Blake a moment, while standing behind his counter, thinking. Godric was trying something- anything- to make tonight less weird. Blake sure wasn't helping any. He didn't seem to know what he wanted. "What do you want to do?" he asked after a moment of silence. "I'll do whatever you want, literally, anything you ask of me. Whatever you think will help. I just can't stand seeing you looking like that." Blake could so easily fall to pieces, and it seemed nothing Godric was doing was helping any. He didn't have any ideas left.
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Blake's head was beginning to hurt due to his congestion and horrible sinuses. His eyes kind of stung too. Little did he know he was being watched or else he might not have slapped his forehead the way he did - trying to help but also trying to make the dull thudding go away. Didn't really work.
"I dunno what I want." That was pretty obvious though really. "Come sit with me?...maybe, I dunno... give me a hug....?" He glanced at Godric, feeling a little stupid. "Yeah i know, bad idea. Forget it. Maybe I should go... but then what'll I do...? Nothing... ignore me, just let me... sleep or something. Fuck. I don't know."
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Well, it was obvious from minute one that Blake didn't know what he wanted. But Godric listened patiently, letting him ramble through his mind. He was takling in circles, not making any sense to Godric and probably not to himself either. Sighing, grabbing the glass of juice, he went back to the couch, settling himself right next to Blake. He handed him the juice and faced his friend, hands in his lap.
"Ground rules," he said firmly, taking charge again. Blake truly sucked at being in charge. "No tender actions, including but not limited to kissing, stroking, and absolutely no hair touching. Hands stay above clothing at all times. And no falling asleep. You absolutely cannot spend the night here. Understood?"
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Blake looked at Godric, blinking as he sipped his juice. Ground rules? What for? With a highly confused air about him, Blake then realised what he was going on about. Was this the evening's entertainment? Would he soon add no breathing and no laughing to that list?
"Um.... okay...?" he said. He didn't know what else to say really. And he didn't suck at being in charge... not when it mattered. Godric certainly hadn't complained in the club, when Blake was being.... shut up brain. "I, er.... understand."
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"Alright." When Blake finished his juice, placing it on the table, Godric pulled the man into a hug, leaning them both back against the cushions. God, if Hope were to walk in, this would look very, very, veeeery bad. But it was innocent, or it mostly was. He hugged Blake tightly, relaxing his arms around him but not moving them. He even resisted the urge to run a hand through Blake's hair, even though he only meant it in comfort. Fingers in hair always led to trouble.
For a few moments, Godric just sat with Blake, holding him. It felt strange, to be quite honest. Not bad strange, certainly not strange like Wesley had felt, but strange all the same. Like... too natural strange.
"You want to watch anything?" he murmured against the top of Blake's head.
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Blake allowed himself to be pulled back against the cushions. There was no rule about nuzzling, so Blake snuggled close. This was just for warmth. Despite Ric not being warm. Damn, that didn't give him an excuse. Hell he'd just enjoy the closeness whilst he could. It was very natural. Godric a soothing influence on Blake's energies. It was nice. Calming his mind as well as his body, and he obviously relaxed into Ric's body. "You stroked my hair before," he commented simply, remembering the gesture Ric had given him but then he said no more. This was nice. What he needed. And what he wanted on some level too.
"No," he replied, finding the sound of Ric's voice soothing. "Just... stay quiet a bit."
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Godric ignored Blake's nose against his neck, ignored the warm breath against his skin. Ignored Blake's slow heartbeat thumping against his ribs. He felt Blake grow heavy against him, giving out a relaxed energy. This was good. Blake needed to calm down, needed to stop crying and just breathe. "That was before I made the rules," he pointed out.
He was about to tell Blake that he would stay quiet, but that would have completely nulled the agreement. So for once, he didn't say anything. He just let himself be used as comfort, ignoring the warning bells going off in his head.
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Blake ignored the warning bells. He was just imagining this wasn't in such dire circumstances. He kept quiet for quite a while, feeling Ric warm up with the heat of his body. It was sort of nice, like he was giving Ric some comfort too like - a blanket. Who cares if it was before the rules? Blake wanted hair stroking... but very much doubted he'd get it.
Finally speaking up, he didn't move from this highly comfortable spot. "We're gonna be okay, aren't we?" It was more of a statement than a question, an observation - but Ric was free to reply.
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Blake raised a damn fine question, one that Godric did not know how to answer. Would they be okay? More than likely. Would it happen anytime soon? Probably not. "If we're lucky," was the best reply he could think of. He knew it was cynical and Blake would probably not appreciate it in answer to a rhetorical question, but it was what he was williing to give. Godric didn't like to get his hopes up, and he didn't like to give away too much emotion. He didn't like how Blake knew him so well, so quickly. The man had slipped in the cracks of a normally impenetrable barrier under the guise of friendship, then stole all his secrets and gained Godric's confidence as though he were a lover. And Godric was not okay with that. Too late now, though.
"There'll be no more of this when you've moved," he said softly, mostly to himself. "You'll want to get home to her at a reasonable hour. And you'll have to drive back, so... don't want to fall asleep at the wheel." He pulled Blake in close, forcing himself to forget the way Blake smelled, how warm his body was. "I really am happy for you," he said. "I know I don't sound it, or act it, but... I am. You and Hope... you're just... it's perfect. And you'll have such a perfect little place. And you'll be so stupidly happy, I'll be damn jealous." He wouldn't admit it, ever, but he already was jealous.
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"You can shut up, for a start," Blake countered, allowing Ric to pull him in closer. This was kind of nice, being comforted instead of being strong. "None of this reasonable hour bollocks. If I come over to see you it won't be 'oopsie gotta be back at midnight or I'll turn into a pumpkin'. And once things have settled you can stay over too. Might be a while before you can do that - but still I'm gunning for that possibility. I'm also hoping it will be happy and perfect and..." A sigh escaped him. "Just like I want it. With you there. And Georgie..."
And then he poked him in the ribs. "Don't be miserable. And worrying. And... an arse. Because I can't handle it, okay?"
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He rolled his eyes at Blake. "I know you like to think you're in charge of your relationship, but... you're not." He said it jokingly, though he was only half joking. Hope most definitely had the last say in things, as far as Godric could see. Maybe one day Blake would do something defiant, completely shatter Godric's image of him.
"I really don't think that's going to be an option," he said. "Maybe she and I will be on good enough terms to speak to one another eventually, but she's never going to embrace me as a bosom buddy." He ruffled Blake's hair, which was only sort of breaking the rules. "You'll get your picket fence and dog and wood panel station wagon, and all that." He believed Blake would, too.
Godric squirmed at the jab in the ribs, but managed to keep a shriek under wraps. "I'm not being an arse," he said defensively, "you're being an arse! Don't do that, or I'll shove you off the couch." He hated being tickled, and Blake knew it, and if he was going to do it anyway that made him an jerk.
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"I don't want a picket fence and all that American shite," Blake grumbled, feeling quite content wrapped up here. At the moment there was no chance that he would shatter the good-boy perceptions everyone had of him but there might come a time he had to take charge and do something against the rails and generally rebel. Might be fun for him actually.
"It's going to be an option." He seemed pretty sure of that, as if he knew something Ric didn't but that was literally shaken out of his head as the vampire ruffled his hair. That was... almost condescending but quite nice at the same time. And in retaliation (plus the need to hear that shriek) Blake once again poked Ric's ribs and gently tickled him.
"You're morose and mopey and a silly vampire who goes to great lengths to cut himself off from society and emotion, and you're gonna pay for it. Douche."
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"You're a big damn liar," he grinned. "You'll be quite a sight with four little Blakes running 'round your ankles."
Blake sounded very sure of himself, which suprised Godric a little. Clearly there had been some developments with Hope that he did not know about. He was tempted to ask, but then again, maybe he didn't want to know. Maybe it was none of his business, either. They'd never agree on this subject anyway. Godric was convinced Hope hated him for life, and Blake was eternally optimistic.
He squirmed again, resisting the urge to fling Blake across the room. He hated being tickled. "Don't do that!" he snapped, growling a little. It was either growl or shriek. "I'm not mopey and morose I don't cut... myself... off..." The words fell flat, a look of epiphone crossintg his face.Well crap. Blake had him pegged. He didn't let go of Blake, but loosened his hug. "I'm not mopey," he said weakly.
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"I am not a liar. I want children yes but not four and certainly not a white picket fence with whatever. I want an English countryside house, possibly by the sea, with acres of land and a nice secure surroundings. A large village, maybe a town..." Blake would protest this to his dying day but that didn't seem necessary at the moment.
And why had he loosened the hug? Oh right. Blake's wandering fingers. Another, final dig was all he gave him before he set him with a frown. "Oh please. You fall about heavily veiled in a darkened room the moment someone professes to find you the least bit attractive, saying 'woe is me!'. Lord help them if they say they love you or even have the slightest affection for you. You think you don't deserve it, you think you're the monster on the earth with no reason to be redeemed... you're melodramatic."
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Well, okay, so maybe it wasn't the ideal American dream. It was the English equivilent, however, and that made Godric smile.
Godric looked away from Blake, a stern and unhappy look on his face. Stupid Blake. Why did he have to be so damn... right? "I am not melodramatic," he said moodily. "And you're one to talk, Mr. I Fall to Pieces If Someone Finds Me Sexy. For Gods' sake, I mention a nice shirt you're wearing and you stammer out an ode of disbelief and throw yourself into Denial Canyon." He pushed Blake over, mostly to keep him from tickling him again. "Besides.... I have trust issues. It happens. I'm working on it." The proof was in the pudding- Blake was here, wasn't he?
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"At least I don't run off and reqest to be alone like Marlena bloody Dietrich. 'Oh no! Someone might like me! Pressure, what have I done to deserve this?!' And if you like my shirts you're weird - they're just shirts. So no wonder I go a bit strange for such an odd compliment." Blake did not like being pushed away and he grumped, obviously, looking a little bit put out. "Trust issues?... What trust issues? Someone's going to sell a story off to the local papers about a kiss and tell? What?"
Sometimes he really, really didn't understand Godric. He patted his knee gently. "Come on tell Unkie Blake."
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Godric frowned, and this time not in good fun. "Yes. I require space. When the person who likes me is in a relationship. And is my best friend. And turns my hormones up so high I can't keep my hands off him." He folded his arms, leaned back against the arm of the couch and plopped his feet up on the coffee table. "I don't just dive into everything, you know. Not normally. I take my time."
"Oh, here we go. Take a damn compliment once, alright? When I say 'I like your shirt', what I mean is 'I like your body in said shirt'." Yes, he was well aware that his hypocrisy was showing. And he knew Blake would point it out. But... well shut up.
"I'm not telling 'Unkie Blake' any such thing," he protested, full well knowing Blake would get it out of him eventually. "I don't like being vulnerable," he said plainly. "I don't like people knowing anything about me. Life is easier when your secrets are, well... secrets." People didn't hurt you when they only saw you as a one dimensional.
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"So.... hang on.... a - you like my body?! And b - how is that any different from someone saying they like you and find you attractive?" Pointing out done. Now on to the next thing.
Blake fixed him with a very poignted stare, pursed lips. "You're an idiot. You tell me secrets, so obviously you don't have trust issues with me. Better not do, anyway, since I've told you my life story. I'm not about to go blurting it all over the school. I kept two secrets inside of me for over fifty years and then you come along and all of a sudden its 'Oh hello Ric, want another sordid detail?'. It's ridiculous really... and what was my point?"
He thought a moment then grinned. "Oh yeah. You doing a good job of keeping those hands off me..."
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Oh, for the love of... "Yes!" he declared, looking Blake straight in the face. "Yes, I like your body. I should have thought it would be pretty damn obvious by now, considering..." You'd think that having the man's penis in his mouth might have implied such. He flushed a little thinking about it, about that night, but he shoved that out of his mind immediately.
Godric met Blake's gaze steadily. He knew exactly how Blake felt, because really, Blake had done the same thing to him. "I do trust you," he admitted. "And I hate it. You're like... like a damn prairie dog, is what you are. Digging tunnels under my defenses and popping up where I don't want you to be." He didn't want someone so close to him. He'd been alone for almost a century and that had worked for him. "You always coerce things from me. I've always been so tight-lipped, but you..." He smiled fondly at his friend. "You're good at getting things out of me."
He thought he had been doing a good job keeping his hands off Blake. Except for two instances, he'd been completely hands off. "I thought I had been," he said. "If you like I can slap you around a bit. That make you happy?" He grinned back, pushing Blake's knee with his foot. "Or I'll just kick you about, be completely hands free?"
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There was a distinct moment in which Blake just stared at Godric like he'd appeared out of a pod full of goo. Then that disappeared a split second later to be replaced by a large, victorious grin which spread over his face. He'd just got Ric to admit he liked his body. He DID actually like his body. He wasn't a skinny bint after all! Well... perhaps he was still, actually. But thinking back to that night in the car park, he really shouldn't have been in any doubt as to whether...
"I don't want to bury inside and get your secrets, but sharing is what friends do. I can tell you haven't had many in your lifetime," he said seriously, but his undertone said it was a joke. "I'm here so you don't have to carry burdens of a hellish past, you have someone you can confide in - and I have you. So I suppose we're pretty even. Well matched you might say."
He found it amusing that Godric was shoving him. It was kind of playful. Blake didnt' retaliate though. "No slapping and no kicking please. Unless it's in the throws of passion then I wouldn't mind, but seeing as that's off the cards for us permenantly, and for pretty damn good reasons, I do not think I'll experience you in such throws."
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Blake was such a waffle. He could flip from one emotion, one expression to the other, without any previous warning. Godric watched Blake's face, for a moment utterly confused. And then relieved. And then confused again. He didn't know why this stuff shocked Blake so much. After all, there was an obvious attraction between the two of them. What, did Blake think Godric wanted him for his mind?
Well Blake was certainly right- Godric didn't have many friends. He never had. And in the times that he had friends, it wasn't okay for them to talk about anything significant, anything deep. Men didn't have emotions, and if they did they didn't talk about them. But now he had Blake, and now he could talk about things, and even though he really didn't want to, he could appreciate that it was necessary. "Thank you," he said, because he didn't know what else he could say. He didn't know how else to appreciate Blake for everything he was.
Godric stared Blake down, looking a mite cross. "Throws of passion?" he said after a moment, cracking a grin. "I'm sorry, did it suddenly become 1924? Are you going to go into hysteria, do I need to get the vapors?"
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A thank you was very unexpected and Blake glanced at Ric in surprise. "What are you thanking me for?" he asked, not sounding bemused but rather thoughtful, wanting to know Ric's inner thoughts the way he hated him doing so. It was just Blake's inquisitive nature. Like Ric wanted to know everything, so did Blake - but mostly about people.
"1924? Sorry, I was only six then... wouldn't know." He smiled innocently, indicating exactly what he meant. Godric was old. Outdated. Stupid, whereas compared to the vampire Blake was spritely and young and so wonderfully pristine! Ish. "Better get the smelling salts though, yes. If you look at me with that smile again I might go under and that wouldn't be a very good thing to explain to my girlfriend would it? 'Sorry. I smiled at him. He fainted. Oops?'" Clearly joking, Blake leant up a little bit and reached for his glass. "I want another. You want anything?"
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"Thank you for just... being you. For caring." Blake would probably never know how much his friendship meant. Just the fact that Blake wanted to know things, that he gave a damn. It was overwhelming at times. Godric had friends. Real ones. Ones that asked about his life, and listened to the responses. That would take awhile to get used to.
"Oh, man," he groaned, leaning his head back against the couch. "I am really, truly so old. Six? You were only six?" He did some quick math in his head. "I was sixty-four," he admitted. "I was over ten times you age. I could've been your grandfather." Ugh. Cissy was right- he was so uncool.
Having Blake mention his smile made Godric smile. He ran a hand through his hair so he could look away a moment, hide it a little. Blake was too complimentary, Godric felt like he might die of flattery. "I'm alright," he said, in regards to needing anything. Suddenly, he looked at Blake as he headed for the kitchen, grinning devilishly. "Say Blake?" he called, trying to keep the chuckle from his voice. "I was just thinking... you've kissed a man old enough to be your grandfather. You got your knob bobbed by someone old enough to have fathered your mother. You're a sick man, you know that? Do you watch geriatric porno?" Now he was laughing, because while they didn't appear so different in age, if Godric had aged in accordance to his years, that would've been a horrific thing to behond. "I could've taken out my teeth so my fangs didn't scratch you!" he giggled, enjoying this notion too much. He'd never taken age into consideration before, but thinking on it now... it was a little bizarre.
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To say that Blake didn't feel even the slightest bit touched at Godric's little thank you would be lying completely. In a place like this it was hard to find someone who you matched completely, but that's what made people so interesting. He was glad he'd found Ric. They might not be similar in some ways but... they had both lived. And they both needed each other in some way.
Grabbing the juice Blake laughed, actually rather loudly. He'd been quiet since noticing that little bashful look Godric had, but now he was talking about knob bobbing and it was becoming slightly hysterical. "Good job you look the way you do then isn't it? Would have been highly ugly if a hunched man with white hair and wrinkled skin going down on me." Since when had they been able to joke about Saturday?... oh well. It felt good to laugh, and Blake wasn't going to back down now. "Anyway what about you?! Granddad! You sucked off a guy young enough to be your grandchild, that's just a little sick. I know there's acceptance for people liking older men, but in your case it's just... well it's wrong. I mean if this were any other situation you'd be locked up for paedophilia and I'd be the tragic yet still attractive child... jesus that sounded wrong..."
Blake paused in the doorway wrinkling his nose. "Less talk of granddads and sucking please - bobbing, whatever you called it." But then he had to ask. "Did you er... I mean... you'd never - done that before, and you haven't really... seen me... and... stuff..." Shit Blake. "How was it?"
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It did feel good to joke about Saturday. And Godric knew now that they were going to be alright. If they could laugh about it, make jokes, then they were moving past it, and that was what was most important here.
"I guess I just prefer my men young," he grinned. "Barely old enough to grow chest hair. Speaking of.." He waggled his eyebrows. "When are you going to get on that?" Oh, why was he so mean to Blake? Because he liked him, and he knew Blake could take it. "So, now that a dirty old man has ruined your view of men forever, it's time to start throwing yourself into self destructive relationships. And question your relationship with your father. Oh, why did I steal your innocence, young lad?"
Blake was right, it was time to stop thinking about this. Frankly it was getting very disgusting. Godric did not like to judge others on the way they lived their lives, but imagining a really old man and a really young one together? Not a visual he wanted etched in his memory.
Despite how awful this question was, and how Godric really didn't want to answer it, he did give it a moments thought. What exactly was Blake looking for, in regards to an asnwer? "Well... in what terms do you mean?" he said at last. "Are we talking quality, aesthetics... flavor?" That last one brought a small flush to his face and an averted gaze. But taste mattered, especially to a vampire. This was the only sense of flavor he had left.
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If Godric wanted to make jokes about him then fine - Blake was proud of not having much chest hair. Mostly, women either hated hairy men, preferring baby smooth, or it was the other way around. Blake liked to think he was safely in the middle with little cause to offend any women who wanted to see him naked. If there were any besides Hope.
"You perv." Blake grinned. "My father wouldn't stand for an old skilled vamp like you to have his way with his only son! Especially not one who's around thirty years older than he is..." Oh yes, Godric was even older than Mr Elliot Sr. That kind of made Blake proud in a way. It was an accomplishment to get an old bloke like Godric, sexy and appealing as he was... wait. That wasn't a good train of thought especially on this new line of conversation. Back up there a little bit.
Blake took a little breath then shrugged. "I dunno. Arthur and I never... did that. So it's kind of new to me. I just wondered what it was like. What I was like. All of the above..." It was so embarassing to bring it up but he was doing it as best he could. At least it wasn't 'Excuse me, how did you like sucking my cock?'
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He was older than Blake's father? Gah! Godric was feeling more and more ancient every second, and he knew he wasn't even half as old as some vampires still around today. "Well, I am not going to your father to ask if I can court you, so the good Mr. Elliot will just have to live with my corruption of his son. Besides... he should know to respect his elders and let them take on scores of young boys, just like in ancient Rome." Thankfully, Godric had not been around that long.
Well, Blake sure wasn't making the question much easier to answer, broadening the spectrum to 'tell me everything'. He did think about it, though, because it seemed important to his friend to know. And Blake had a delicate ego. "Well," he began, smirking a little, "in regards to how you were... you just stood there and did nothing like you were supposed to, so I guess you were fantastic." Ah, Jesus. He'd never had to grade someone like this before. But he was a teacher, and especially in English courses he'd had to give out feedback. This shouldn't be so hard. "Um, well... hygeine was good. Size appreciable. Flavour..." That was actually tough call to make. Blake had several flavours. "I suppose... it tasted like the taste of your skin, just stronger. If innocence and untapped sex appeal had a flavour, that'd be it. The aftermath-" because he could not say 'semen' and be able to look Blake in the face anymore- "was, admittedly, bitter. But I understand that's the average." He gave Blake a quick glance before adding, "And your blood tasted like copper and dandelions." He hoped that was a satisfactory answer.
Suddenly, something occurred to Godric. "Wait, that wasn't... I mean, it wasn't your first ever, was it?" He hadn't thought anything could make him feel more uncomfortable, more guilty about this ordeal than he already did. But that would do it for sure.
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"But Mr Witt... you must or my father will disown me!" Blake put on a southern bell accent and fluttered his eyelashes, one hand draped across his chest. "You must make me an honest man or I shall never live it down!" Teasing was fun. Teasing in a woman's voice was another, if only to see Godric's reaction.
The reply about Blake's... well, package, made him flush brightly, suddenly dropping all his playful edge and seeming quite humbled. He bit his bottom lip. No, this wasn't uncomforable at all! He tried not to react, really - especially to the size remark. He'd not had any complaints really but to hear it from Ric was quite frankly odd. And kind of cool, too. Ric was a fairly sized man... actually quite generous from what Blake could tell from touch alone. But he wasn't about to go into that rigt now. He was surprised that he commented on his blood.
"I taste like a weed?" he asked unable to stop himself, almost pouting. But then Godric asked THAT and Blake looked shocked. "No! I mean... I've had a - blowjob before, even though Hope hasn't... um I mean... yeah... not inexperienced. Just the first one from a bloke."
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Blake was ridiculous. Godric kicked his leg again playfully. "You are the worst southern belle I've ever heard," he chided. Clearly Blake had seen too many movies. "There is nothing I could do to make an honest man out of you."
"That's not a bad thing!" he said defensively. "Everyone's blood has a different flavour. Yours happens to be pennies and dandelions." Now he felt silly. It seemed important to him to be able to classify everyone's flavors, because everyone was unique. But maybe Blake didn't want to know. "It's not the worst I've tasted," he assured him. "Kind of sweet, actually..." Okay enough of that.
He was definitely relieved to know he wasn't the very first. First times for just about anything should be more special than a parking lot behind a gay club. "Good," he said, meaning it. He had a few questions of his own. Like whether he had been any good. But there was no way in hell he was asking. It didn't matter much since Godric didn't plan on repeating the action. Still... it would be nice to know. Just for bragging rights. "So... I assume I was fanatstic, right?" he joked nervously. He didn't want to know. But he also did. So Blake could decide whether to answer him seriously or not.
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"Or am I the best and you just don't know it?" Blake countered. It made no sense whatsoever, but for Blake it only helped his feeble argument.
Ric shouldn't have felt silly. It was just strange to hear that a vital liquid of one's body had a distinctive taste such as dandelions. Blake used to drink danelion and burdock - not sure which flavour was which - but he imagined Godric to be describing that particular taste. Sweet was good.
Blake flushed at Ric's question however jokey it was. With a small, sly smile Blake hunched his shoulders and put his hands in his pockets. "You weren't bad." Hee. He could have fun with this. But he didn't want to ruin their progress and he backed up a little. "I mean... well... yeah you were pretty damn good. I dunno whether it was heat of the moment but you pretty much knocked me out sideways with your mouth... it's.... quite skilled... and surprisingly warm. And for a first timer you're - well you made me... faster than anyone. So."
God. Embarassing. Let the world swallow him whole please?.... bad thought, bad thought actually...
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Blake was giving him a completely sincere answer, which he hadn't expected. He was expecting some thinly-veiled sarcasm they could both pretend was a joke. But honesty was good, it was helpful. And it made him grin tirumphantly. "I think if you blush any harder, you're going to catch fire," Godric teased him. "You don't have to be so embarassed about it. I've been told I'm fairly... orally skilled." He'd heard it enough times this month he had to believe it. Georgie had said it. And Adora. And Blake. And Wesley. Godric rubbed his forehead, supressing a smile. Blake was right- Godric was a vampslut!
"Although to be fair, it's not as though I've never seen it done before. I've been parts of, um, groups before, and not every fellow was paired with a woman." He could recall an ordeal in the late twenties that had comprised of at least 40 people, strewn about the large room in various stages of intercourse. They all switched partners and everyone was so drunk or high on something, no one knew who they were with or who they'd been with. But he clearly recalled a pair of men on the couch above his head, and he remembered watching them while a few women were going to town on his own body. It was the first time he'd seen two men having sex, though not the last, and the entire process (at the time) had baffled and intrigued him. Though he had not participated until recently.
"I'm glad it was... fast, anyway," he said, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "I thought I was going to get lockjaw at that rate. Dunno how gay men do it- must be an acquired skill."
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"Yeah must be." Less said about this now the better and Blake desperately wanted to change the subject. Godric had been right, Blake was almost catching fire. A rather bad subject to bring up but it was like an elephant in the room to him. They'd done such a deed and not talked about it til now - and Blake liked to talk about it. Though, in hindsight, possibly not such a good idea.
In a bid to distract from the situation and not knowing anything else to do, Blake poked Godric in the arm. "I'm gonna have to go. Hope'll think you kidnapped me." Amongst other things. He'd set himself a half an hour limit but they'd gone considerably over that in the time Blake had cried, shouted, teased and blushed.
Safe to say their relationship was slightly complicated. "Not that I'd mind being tied and gagged but I gotta get to the missus..."
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Blake was right, it was time to end this night. Godric didn't want to get any further on Hope's bad side, even if it hadn't been his fault that Blake stayed so late and nothing had happened at all. She didn't deserve to worry. "I wouldn't bother kidnapping you. I can't seem to keep you away from me, is the problem. It would be like The Ransom of Red Chief."
Godric had to smirk. "Well, getting back to the missus won't necessarily negate being tied up and gagged..." From what he'd vaguely heard on Sunday morning, Hope could be a very dominant woman indeed. "But yes, you should go." He stood up, walking Blake to the door. "You know... this'll be fine. Us, I mean. You moving. It really sucks that both you and Cissy will be gone soon, but... it's okay." He knew Blake would want one, and would take one against his will, so Godric pulled the man into a light hug.