A. Pucey (asailor) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-10-27 23:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2000-10, c: adrian pucey, c: tavish urquhart, type: log |
WHO Adrian Pucey & Tavish Urquhart
WHEN 27 October 2000 | afternoon
WHERE flat above Pure
RATING med
COMPLETION complete log
The storm had wrecked havoc over the Steep. The hen house had nearly fallen over in the wind and two of the chickens had been lost in the scuffle of everything. It was bad, but not nearly as terrible as Adrian had figured it would be. The sounds alone had been enough to worry him, with the way the wind had whipped through the tower; he had been sure if a ship did come by he would never make it down in time to help even with magic. The great chunk of the morning then had him using much of his energy trying to salvage what he could and scrapping the rest. Had he not been so exhausted and thoroughly frustrated that Natalie again refused to help he would have told Tavish he was not coming to see him. The fact was, he needed a break, even if for an hour. Doing the best to clean himself up he found himself apparating to the Alley and walking his way to the club. He avoided the main entrance completely and instead moved to where he knew the flat one was, no plans to bother with anyone else. He was too cranky to do so. | |
Tavish had been looking forward to Adrian's visit. Today he'd insisted Silas go to work and 'keep and eye out' for him. Then she was to shop for the final pieces for their halloween costumes. It ought to have kept her busy enough. Of course, Adrian hadn't promised to come. He could just not show at all. The idea depressed Tavish. Being alone depressed Tavish. No, Katie had done that- being alone just gave him time to think about it. As was usual anymore, he lounged back on the sofa, nearly asleep, until he heard knocking on the door. Tavish jumped up to let him in, his heart pounding a little. "Finally," he said as he let him in. | |
When the door opened and he responded with a 'finally', Adrian's brow rose slightly before he stepped in, shutting the door behind him turning to face it as he waited for the latch. "Finally?" Adrian was amused and it colored his tone, though it wasn't on his face. | |
"Finally," he repeated. There wasn't any attitude much at all. The benefit to being with Adrian was not having to pretend. He didn't have to put on faces, act a part. Adrian wouldn't have believed it anyway. He shut the door and walked in, not saying anything else really, just going and pouring them drinks. His own depression was heavy on his shoulders. | |
He nearly rolled his eyes, amused at the tone of Tavish's voice; the man was dramatic about everything, as if he wasn't coming was the end of the world. Turning from the door, Adrian only stepped in a few places before loosely crossing his arms, watching Tavish closesly. He hadn't been up to Mungo's much, but he had actually kept close tabs on him; Tavish, if anything was an old friend, a good mate, and he didn't like the shit that the Elders had done to him. Continued to do. Taking a few more steps, walking around the couch he leaned against the back of it slightly, arms still crossed as Tavish finished pouring the drinks. "What's wrong?" He could tell, by the way his muscles seemed to be bunched along his neck and shoulders that Tavish was not well, if it had anything to do with his stint in the hospital or something else, he had no idea. | |
Tavish glanced behind him, his friend leaning like a post against his sofa. Adrian was solid. Tavish liked that about him. "Nothing." He said sternly. "Everything," he corrected. With a sigh he handed him the drink. Tavish gave a small chuckle himself. "Nothing, I'm fine, just shit with the club. How are you?" | |
His brow rose watching him, the snapped remark of 'nothing' was hardly convincing. The return of 'everything' was too broad. Reaching his hand out he took the drink from him and gave it a slight raise as if in thanks before taking a sip. With the same hand Adrian used the back of it to wipe at his bottom lip, his eyes still carefully studying the way that Tavish moved, the way his eyes were heavy, his shoulders tight. He didn't call him on the obvious lie about the club, if he had learned anything about Tavish it was when he was deflecting; but for the moment he was going to let him. "Frustrated and disgusted at the world, but otherwise..." he gave an amused huff and shrug before going to take another sip, silent for a long moment, the air heavy with his own thoughts. "What is really going on?" He finally asked quietly, giving him a hard look, daring Tavish to deflect--lie--again. | |
Tavish nodded. That made sense at least. "Anything new or is it the normal shit?" He asked as he lifted his glass to his lips. He was still bitter about- everything- but that didn't mean there wasn't something new. Tavish let his mind wander for a moment but was quickly pulled back by Adrian's question. His stomach turned, his chest feeling blown open. Tavish shook his head and affixed himself with a charming smirk. "There isn't some vast secret here, Adrian. I just... miss you." His eyes held a significance he was sure his friend wouldn't miss. | |
Adrian shook his head slightly, there was nothing specifically new; just an overall sense of annoyance and hatred at the allegiance he had signed himself over too. There was a deep-seated desperation to go back in time, to stop himself from taking the Mark altogether. He could deal with being bound or free, but to be tied to a regime that disgusted him to the very core? He would have nearly given anything to stop that. He was watching Tavish's face closely after the question, saw the way agony seemed to spiderweb across his face and he frowned slightly. Even as Tavish fixed his own face with a smirk, looked at him with a sort of leering significance, Adrian's own mind was focused on the pain he'd seen is his mate's eyes. It took a half-second for his body to catch up with his mind and he did feel an internal shiver at the words and the look. Worry won over the sudden lustful feeling, but he could not deny, seven years ago Tavish had broken his heart and there was still some semblance of 'not getting over him' left in his body. Still, Justin, and there was too much going on to even worry on such things. Taking a sip of his drink, Adrian inhaled rather than swallowed and coughed once, glancing evenly at Tavish even as he did. As the liquid cleared his lungs, Adrian spoke, his throat a little hoarse from trying to breath in alcohol. "Don't lie to me Urquhart, I see right through you." | |
Tavish didn't need many words. He understood all too well what was wrong with the world today. He'd never wanted the mark and it had only caused trouble since he'd taken it. Part of him wondered if he'd be with Katie now if it weren't for it. The lust on Adrian's face was a familiar and welcome look and he was glad it was still there. His blood seemed to tingle at the thought. Adrian was exactly what he needed. Who he needed. "You need something more wrong with me than a coma and being fired? Bleeding hell, Pucey." He set his drink down and moved back toward Adrian. "I wasn't lying to you." | |
Adrian's eyes watched as he put the glass down, watched him walk toward him, almost studying the way he moved. He was doing very good at covering it up, whatever it was; but Tavish had always been a smooth talker, a lithe mover, Adrian had always been distracted by that. "I don't think you would have looked like someone killed you crup if it was only that." Adrian said quiet and even, still watching him with quick hard eyes. | |
Tavish scowled. "That's just cruel. I'm sure they don't appreciate you discussing their demise," he commented as his eyes glanced to the sofa. "And you clearly have never been fired by your own father." | |
Adrian's own eyes glanced down to where the animals sat and then looked back up at him, frowning slightly. "No, my father is dead." The words were a little snappish; he certainly would prefer to be fired by his own father than for his own father to be dead, but he wasn't going to go into that much detail. Pausing for a moment, Adrian took another sip of his drink and gave Tavish a once over before speaking up again. "Fine. It's merely your daddy-issues." | |
Tavish cringed minisculey. "Shit. Adrian, I wasn't thinking." The apology was in his eyes but not on his lips. He moved a little closer to the man but paused at the snappish tone. "What do you want me to tell you? A coma and losing my job that I loved isn't enough for you?" He asked angrily. "Or do those things mean I can't be wanting you?" | |
He wasn't surprised by Tavish's snap back, it had been partially on purpose after all. Tavish was a passionate human being, as much as Adrian had always been known as the mediator, he had also learned what exactly set people off, when to butt in because he knew the next thing said would be the worst; it worked the other way, knowing that information, how to get someone angry enough to start spouting off their true problems. Though the wrap up of Tavish's sentence stopped Adrian cold. Staring at him with a piercing gaze. "Tavish..." he said warningly. Now was hardly the time, and Adrain wasn't exactly keen to start up that cycle again. | |
Tavish was glad there wasn't another attack against him. He raised a brow when Adrian said his name in that tone though. "Don't say it like that," he replied. "What is so damned horrible about it?" He asked, backing off, picking up his drink to give Adrian a little room to breath. | |
Adrian stared for a moment, utterly surprised at his words. For a long moment he wasn't even sure how to respond. "Tavish-" he took a long swig of his drink before speaking again. "I'm not about to be used for sex again. No matter how good a lay you are- were." | |
Tavish nearly choked on his drink, turning to look incredulously at Adrian. "Use you? Excuse me, which of us was being used?". He remembered clearly the way their tryst had started and while it was innocent at first, Tavish wasn't the one who had pursued it. | |
If he had been surprised before, he was only more so when he heard Tavish choke. Stepping forward he nearly patted his back before the other man was turning to him, looking at him if he could not believe him. Adrian returned the gaze with a cold, even expression. "I had honest intentions Tavish, hard to use someone that way." | |
They were 14 and 15- he didn't know what kind of intentions they could have really had. Tavish studied him a moment. "You never informed me of them," he defended quietly. | |
Adrian couldn't help but continue to stare. "Tavish-" a hand moved up to rub over his face before going to take the final sip of his drink. Had Tavish really been that dense? He had even told him as he "broke up" with him.... "Did you miss the-" Adrian stopped. He wasn't one to harp on old wounds, doing so now seemed ridiculous. "Nevermind, it's the past." | |
Tavish was turned back to him. "No! Not nevermind." His hand closed around Adrian's arm, though non-threateningly. "This is clearly not the past," he said, his tone angry but caring. He hated the idea of Adrian thinking Tavish had used him. Adrian meant so much to the man that it was ridiculous. | |
The moment his hand came around his arm Adrian was nearly tugging out of it, though stopped himself just short giving him a cool look. "It was seven years ago, it was nothing more than sex, I recall you saying. So yes, I think it is firmly in the past." His tone was curt, as cool as his gaze. For a year Adrian had given Tavish everything that a fifteen year old boy could and it had become obvious very quickly that Tavish hadn't wanted anything more than stolen snogs and empty classrooms. Girls had been at the forfront of Tavish's mind, and really Adrian couldn't blame him. He had been fourteen, and while Adrian had known he was gay for years...Tavish, wasn't, would never be. He had accepted that and moved on. | |
Tavish was shocked. He nearly dropped Adrian's arm but there was something that told him not to let go. "Adrian," he said firmly. "I- it was more than that for you!" He asked, not quite in disbelief but a little bewildered. As far as he'd known he'd been following the other boy's lead. Adrian was older, dominant, experienced. Tavish was 14 and had never had sex before him. | |
The shocked look on Tavish' face nearly made Adrian's heart fall, though he firmly kept his face even and jaw tight. "I told you so when I broke it off Urquhart." How someone could have misconstrued 'lets be honest, this isn't a relationship; just little more then sex' he didn't know, but then he did not live in Tavish's head for all he knew of the man. | |
Tavish shook his head slowly and disbelievingly. "No, you said it wasn't a relationship. Was not, Adrian," he pointed out, moving closer, although they were fairly close as was. Something was gravely wrong with this. His mind was aching he was trying to think of the details, but his memory was shit since the coma. "Didn't you?" this time his voice was quieter, unsure. | |
"Yes, that is what I said Tavish." His own voice was curt, quick and to the point. "Because you had made if fairly clear it wasn't." Being seen snogging girls was a pretty clear indicator of that. | |
"I didn't know it was supposed to be!" he said exasperated. History was being rewritten and he was coming out the loser for sure. "Adrian are you telling me that you've thought of me as cheating on you all of this time?" he asked, a small, worried, frown forming on his lips. | |
He gave him a glare, crossing his arms over themselves, pulling it from Tavish's grip though not violently. "You would to have had to have known it was a relationship as well." Lifting the glass, Adrian looked down only to realize he had already drank it all and frowned. Pushing away from the couch completely he moved to the bar to refill, wishing they would get off the conversation. Not looking at him, Adrian spoke up quietly, almost under his breath, though the words were most definitely meant for Tavish and not for him. "So, no, no cheating involved." | |
Tavish's stomach was tense, a little nauseous. This couldn't be happening because no matter what Adrian said, he could see the truth- in the set of his shoulder or jaw, his arms. "Adrian... I am- shit-" he licked his lips, trying to start again. "I didn't mean to have done this. I was fourteen. I was trying to be who I thought you wanted me to be, or who I thought I was. I didn't realize, and I'm sure I should have." Fuck he'd hurt so many people but he didn't realize Adrian was one of them and for once he really cared that he'd messed up. | |
He refused to look back at him, the glass in front of him slowly filling with an amber liquid which at the moment seemed much more interesting then anything else. He listened with one ear but his jaw was tight, his chest hard and heavy. After a moment, his hands moved to rest on the side of the bar, his head ducked, Adrian let out a quiet sigh and slowly turned around. "Tavish." He met the other man's gaze for a moment before going to slightly turn back and pick up his glass before moving away from the bar toward him again, though still within quite a distance. "It was seven years ago. You were fourteen, I was fifteen. It's over and done. It's fine." He had not let it come between them then and he wouldn't know. Sure he still had a soft spot for Tavish, in a cliche fucking pansy way Tavish had been his 'first love' (though you wouldn't get him to admit it even under threat of torture), but his friendship had always meant more, and even now, that was how Adrian thought of it all. | |
Tavish watched him, studied him. Adrian meant too much to him- more than he was willing to admit to anyone else and he'd apparently actually hurt him. Sure, it was seven years ago but it was effecting the now. "No," he shook his head, refusing to drop it. Cautiously, Tavish moved forward. "I won't just forget it. I didn't mean to do it but I can tell it's still there," he said, referring to the hurt but not naming it. "I just don't know how to make you believe that it was a stupid foolish accident." He didn't really realize what he was doing before his lips were pressed against Adrian's, his heart pounding in his ears. It was a smooth, slow kiss, but Tavish didn't hold it for long. "Forgive me," he whispered, some of his own depression sinking back in. | |
Adrian opened his mouth to argue, or in the very lest to get him to stop. It was a long time ago, he didn't need Tavish bothering himself over it; it was pointless. Before he could say a word, however, there was the press of lips and it took more than a moment for Adrian's brain to catch up; though by the time he had he was already slowly moving away and unconsciously Adrian's tongue found its way to swipe over the taste of liquor and Tavish left behind. It was another half beat before Adrian even moved, to flabbergasted by what had just transpired. Seven years, seven years and it had never occurred to him... Moving a hand to Tavish's shoulder, Adrian stepped in though did not kiss him again. "You don't need forgiven Tavish. There is nothing to forgive. We were kids." Dammit, Adrian wanted to kiss him again; it was hard, having the other man standing in front of him, knowing that seven years had only made him better; but Justin was at the forefront and more important then a snog down memory lane. | |
When Adrian didn't push him away he felt some how soothed. His eyes closed for the brief kiss, knowing that this was what he needed- what he'd been wanting. "I don't like hurting the people I care about," he repsonded, his eyes meeting Adrian's evenly. He didn't like putting the word 'hurt' on it but he didn't know how else to say it. If anything, he felt what it felt like and no matter what Adrian said, he obviously still held onto that pain in some way. As the man stepped in again, Tavish's heart started to beat a little harder. He moved his hand to Adrian's neck and pulled him in for another kiss, longer this time but with more meaning, more sensuality. He wasn't used to leading with Adrian but he'd do what it took if he needed to. | |
The second kiss he should not have been surprised about, had time to even stop it with the way that Tavish's hand moved up to his neck. It was strange, having Tavish take control; it was a thought that seemed to wrap itself into the forefront even as he responded fully to the kiss. Adrian had always been the dominate one, even since he was fourteen; the idea of surrendering that was almost disconcerting. So instead he moved to press back, a little harder, moving to retake the dominance that was rightfully his (in his mind) before he remembered why he hadn't done this in the first place and he slowly pushed away. "Tavish-" his voice was a little thick and he quickly cleared it. "This isn't right." | |
Feeling that shift in Adrian almost gave him chills. In Tavish's life, he was dominant in nearly everything. He was the center of attention, the playboy, the partier, the good-time, always on top. With Adrian things were different. There wasn't room for Tavish's ego with the way Adrian kissed, fucked. He didn't let go of that control with anyone but Adrian, a sign of how much he trusted the other man. At it's core, that was what this was all about- the trust he had for Adrian. And no one else. Katie had destroyed the trust he'd had in her and they had been the only ones, truly. Blaise was close but there were things he kept from the other man. He needed to feel what it was like to trust someone else and Adrian was the only one who could do that for him. He was the only one who could take the reins for a moment and give Tavish a break. It had been seven years but it didn't affect him any less. Tavish returned the harder kiss but for the moment didn't fight for control. He didn't want it. His hand moved to Adrian's shoulder, lightly fisting in the robes before Adrian was pulling away. Tavish's eyes were wild. "Yes, it is," he responded, looking at him in the eyes. "It's-" his fingers ran over Adrian's lips, "exactly what I've been missing." | |
The way his hand moved, fisted tightly had Adrian's body nearly on fire, his cock getting hard. No one was quite as pliant as Tavish, gave himself over completely; as if he was the one completely supporting him. It was a base neediness that always got hold of Adrian no matter what. It was hard to pull away from that, even worse when he reached up, touching his lips. Adrian's hand moved to grasp Tavish's wrist, stopping him, pulling him away slightly though not too far. With a heavy swallow, he gave a tilt of his head--an almost head shake, not quite meeting Tavish's eyes for a moment. "No, Tavish. I'm-" 'seeing someone' sound ridiculous, cliche, but it was the truth, "seeing someone. It's serious." | |
Tavish looked at him, frowning a moment. While it should have entirely stopped him, it didn't. He merely needed to think of a way around it. Quietly he began, his eyes dropping. "He doesn't have to know..." He spoke as if he were ashamed of the words although in all honesty he just wasn't able to let go of the idea of having Adrian again. He needed this. | |
Adrian looked at him for a long moment, not at all sure how to respond. He wanted Tavish, physically it was all he could think about at the moment; but logic and something deep in his chest reminded him that as much as lust demanded, he wasn't available, not like that. Not for Tavish. Moving his hand to lightly cup Tavish's cheek the roughened pad of his thumb brushed over the sharp line as he stared at him for a moment. "I can't do that to him Tavish. I'm sorry." And he was, as horrible as it was, as much as it made him feel guilty, he actually was sorry that he could not just forget and let go--give Tavish (and himself) what he wanted. | |
The hesitation in Adrian gave him hope. He would get what he needed. He would have his distraction. But then everything crashed down, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Tavish took his jaw out of Adrian's hand, his eyes hard. "Don't," he said firmly. He wasn't willing to play wilting if Adrian wasn't playing his part either. He nearly asked if he cared what he was doing to him, but fell short. Instead he picked up his drink and walked back toward the couch to sit down, his jaw tight and his shoulder's set. "You don't-" he didn't know where to go with it so he clammed up again, taking a long drink of the amber liquid in his glass. | |
Adrian's throat got tight, his jaw moving into a solid line as Tavish yanked away from him, pulled back and moved to sit down. For a long moment he just stood unmoving from his own position before slowly moving to stand in front of him. "I don't what Tavish?" He asked curtly, looking down at him. | |
Tavish leaned back on the sofa as if he were perfectly relaxed- which he was not, at all. "Nothing. Nevermind," came his immature response. In a moment's time he was taking it back. "You don't have any idea how much I need this right now," he said, embarrassed at how raw his voice sounded. Running his hand over his face he tried to find his composure again. | |
Fuck him. Fuck him and the hold that Tavish still had over him. It had been seven years and first love, crush, whatever the fuck it was, was completely and utterly bullshite. If he were a religious man he would have been telling himself he needed to say as many 'holy marys' as he could; but for now, Tavish needed him and it was all he could do to justify. Reaching down he lightly grasped Tavish's arm and pulled him up. "Come're you twat." He said quietly, moving a hand behind his neck to the nape of his neck. "I'm still not fucking you." Adrian's voice was husk and coarse, quiet, right before he pressed his mouth once more to the other man's in a heavy but almost gentle kiss. | |
Tavish's brows rose, truly surprised when Adrian began to lift him. "I am not a-" he didn't keep arguing as Adrian insisted that they weren't fucking. "Then what are we doing?" he asked with a raised brow. The question was answered beautifully. He pressed his lips back against Adrian's, his body sort of quivvering. He almost argued, asked about the man he was in love with, but he didn't. He didn't want to ruin this. Instead his arm wrapped around Adrian's side, pulling their bodies closer as he deepened the kiss. | |
He was giving a little to keep from giving it all, though the way Tavish pulled closer, pressed against him made it difficult. Still, there was a line; a line that Adrian was unwilling to cross even as his fingers dug into his hair, pulling his mouth closer, making the kiss deeper. He may not let things go any further, but he was going to enjoy where they were going. Moving his other arm to Tavish's shoulder, he lightly fisted his own hand against the material there, pressing him back with the force of the kiss before having to stop- step back; for breath of for control he wasn't sure but Adrian looked up at the slightly taller man, breathing hard. He didn't know what to say, if there was anything to say. Instead he let his hand at his hair move to rest almost comfortably on the side of Tavish's neck. | |
Tavish groaned smally as he was pressed backwards with the hard kiss. He loved the way Adrian kissed- the way he dominated. When he stopped he didn't know what to do, the storminess rushing in over him again. He almost responded in frustration but kept his mouth closed. As his hand moved, Tavish sort of moved with the touch. "Tell me you're not finished," he breathed as he stepped in a little closer. | |
He couldn't help but smirk slightly; even if he knew the whole situation was fucking ridiculous, that he shouldn't have even kissed him... Adrian could not help it. Tavish was so damn'd needy and it was a turn on all by itself. Moving his thumb so it slightly went around Tavish's throat, though did not cut off any air supply, he shook his head. "I told you we're not fucking Urquhart." And he meant that, he did. | |
Just the press of the thumb against his skin made Tavish's heart skip, his blood begin to race, his eyes dialate. He swallowed and kept his eyes on Adrian, not backing off or showing any weakness just yet. "I didn't say that. Please Adrian, I just need to forget for a little while," his head dropped back slightly, the motion forcing Adrian's thumb against him a little harder. | |
The smirk only seemed to settle on his lips when Tavish leaned toward him, the press a little more forceful. Adrian didn't bother to move it, if anything, pressed a little harder. If Tavish wanted to play that game, he would, though why he had no idea. He was begging to cross that line and Adrian knew all he had was his own self-control to keep him from doing so. Yet, his self-control was all he had ever had; he knew his own limits and Tavish, while there and wanting, would never replace--could never replace Justin. Even Justin that looked like a stranger and hid from the world. Moving to nearly kiss him again, his hand jerking tighter for a half moment, he spoke--voice deep and thick--keeping his lips just far enough away from actually brush the other man's again. "What do you need to forget?" | |
Tavish made a small noise, almost indistinguishable, when Adrian tightened the press to his neck. His heart pounded but his eyes stayed on Adrian's still. This wasn't just another game to Tavish. It may not have been the first time they'd taken the route he was silently suggesting, but it was the first time it had meant so much to him. He trusted Adrian, only Adrian, and needed to prove that even if only to himself. As Adrian moved in to kiss him again, Tavish's lips parted, only to have the grip tightened and Adrian stop on the cusp of a kiss. Tavish's eyes dialated but he stayed silent, lips still open. He couldn't tell Adrian the truth about it but it wasn't as if Katie was the only thing going on right now. "My life? My job, my magic, my handicap- my Mark. Name it." He just hoped Adrian bought it. | |
He watched him for a long time, looked at his eyes, there wasn't something right there. This was deeper but Tavish was avoiding too much, whatever it really was was deep and he wasn't sure if either of them had the strength to deal with it right now. He wanted Tavish to be honest, he felt that in the long run it would probably be best, but...it was too fresh, whatever it was; he need to let it dim itself to a quiet painful glow before it got drudged up again. Adrian knew that feeling, knew those feelings. He lived with them after his mother's death, his father's, and [he thought] Justin's. "Tavish-" but he didn't go any further with his scolding, instead moving to actually take his mouth the hovering breath, the hard body- he needed one last taste and Tavish needed the support. | |
Tavish let his eyes close when Adrian finally kissed him. The tension had been growing in the space between their lips and the conclusion was sweet. He groaned softly, almost like a whine as he finally had a chance to push Katie away from his mind again. Only this time, it wasn't quite working. He parted his lips to deepen the kiss, having to move against Adrian's hand to do so. It wasn't so easy to just give himself over this time, he was growing more desperate to fight the painful hole that was reopening in his chest. He needed relief from the constant, overwhelming grief. | |
Whatever it was that was in Tavish was nearly tangible in his mouth and the way he kissed. It made Adrian's gut twist and he squeezed at his throat slightly before lightly teasing the bottom lip and then slowly pulling away, though this time not nearly as far and his hands moved to grasp Tavish's jaw and cheeks, his palms pressed against the hollow nearly cradling his face in his hands. It was a soft gesture that was not like Adrian at all and yet all at once completely like him. "Tavish-" his voice was gruff but quiet, a strain of worry there. He didn't call many people close, he was much too private for that, but Tavish was one of the few he actually did. The fact that he was so broken worried him. He hated emotions and dealing with other peoples emotions in particular (he could barely deal with his own), but this wasn't someone he could just brush off. | |
Tavish looked at him a little frustrated a little helpless. The touch was nice but he felt himself closer to breaking. It only took a moment before he pulled away, frustrated, his muscles bunching. "Stop it. Stop- stopping. Stop saying my name." He moved to the bar and poured himself another drink. This wasn't working. This wasn't distraction this was pain. | |
As Tavish moved away Adrian watched him take up another drink and frowned. He hated what was going on, even more so because Tavish wouldn't talk to him. Slowly moving behind him his hand gently reached out to touch his back and moved to turn him around. | |
Childishly Tavish's jaw was set as Adrian turned him. He looked him in the eyes but there were clear walls there, clear off-putting emotion. He didn't know how to handle this situation and while logically he knew he shouldn't have been using Adrian like his personal whore, he couldn't avoid the frustration of this situation. | |
The cold stare was rather hard to swallow, though Adrian knew he deserved it ten-fold. He was playing hot and cold like a stupid tease of a girl, Tavish deserved more than that. Moving his hand back to his neck, this time it rested on the side with no attempts to tighten or act as a tourniquet to lust. "We don't have to talk," he started quietly, "not about whatever this all is about. You've been out for awhile, I'm sure you can find something else to tell me about." His head jerked toward the couch. "Come on, lets sit. Tell me about- I don't know, the fiancee you got thrown with. She flipped out when you went into Mungo's and I haven't heard anything else about her." | |
Tavish didn't bloody want to talk. Not about Kaite, not about Silas. Silas only reminded him of how wrong he'd been about Katie, about what a contrast they were. He swallowed before tossing back his liquor. Begrudgingly he followed Adrian to the couch. "I'm not much in the mood for talking," he told him. "You talk." | |
Adrian watched him, particularly as he pulled away again before moving to sit on the couch, watching again as his friend knocked back another drink. Normally he would have scowled, and it still somewhat annoyed him, but the way Tavish looked? He was going to let him get away with the drinks. "Urquhart." He started, semi-amused by his statement. "I don't talk." He never did, never had. 'Strong silent type' people called him. He preferred to listen. | |
Tavish smirked, finally starting to feel some of the effects of the alcohol. "I know. It will be good practice. If you're not going to kiss me you ought to put that mouth to some sort of good use," he tried to tease. His mind immedeately went elsewhere and he closed his eyes, not aware those thoughts were playing on his features. Fuck. He didn't want to be talking. | |
Adrian stared. And stared for a moment longer watching a sort of rapturous look go over Tavish's features his own body heating at the thought. No. "Tavish. Stop thinking about blow jobs." His voice was amused though his gaze was somewhat serious. Those sorts of thoughts would end up no where good. Whether Adrian gave in or did not, both options were shit. "I have a fox. It's killed two of the chickens and I don't have the money to replace them. Luckily the girl doesn't eat a lot so I think I can do without two, but I am concerned about losing more. I put up some traps but I've found three set off with no fox in them." There he wanted him to talk it would be about dull poor things. | |
Tavish's eyes flew open but his lips smirked. "No. I rather like thinking about blow jobs," he admitted with a smirk. "I'm sure you're even better than I remember," he conceded with a shrug though his mind continued to play over the things he wished Adrian was doing. Dead chickens? Seriously? His mind stopped focusing on his cock for a second. "Fuck me, no wonder you stay quiet. I'll buy you new chickens," he said with a shrug. "Does the girl have a name?" | |
Adrian could have laughed at the look on his face at the topic he used; instead he merely smirked and shrugged. "Not all of us can be club owners." Though as he said he would buy him more chickens Adrian immediately scowled. "Tavish, I don't need your charity." He barely heard the mention of Natalie--the Stranger really--focused rather on the statement. He was not a rich playboy but he did not need hand-outs. Hard work and determination would buy the next fowls, not a friend that thought his keep was so easily bought. | |
Tavish gave Adrian a Look. "You have to be kidding me. You just told me you were having trouble-" He sighed. It wasn't a matter of judgement to him but he knew that pride was important to the other man. "You're being foolish," he promised. Moving closer to Adrian he looked at him a little more forcefully. "Buy them from me then. Eggs. Services." Was he honestly asking Adrian to whore himself out? He didn't know. He thought it was a bad idea but he wante the other man. He needed the distraction, even if it came in the form of a fight. | |
He wished Tavish would just get to the head of the matter of what was bothering him. This was getting frustrated. "No. I am not prostituting myself out for chickens. The notion sounds ridiculous, are you even listening to yourself?" His voice was half snippy and half amused. He could not believe what he was hearing, though what he was was so outrageous it was funny. | |
Tavish smirked a little. "Well it'd be hot. And mutually beneficial. You keep your pride-" He laughed. Who kept their pride during prostitution? "Okay, I'm full of shit. But seriously, if you need chickens, it's not like it's charity, I'm not pitying you. I'm just... protesting the fox, yeah?" It was all about the spin. "What would you prostitute yourself for?" he asked with a flirtatious, teasing smile. | |
A brow rose as he kept going, tried to tell him he'd be keeping his pride. "You are full of shit Urquhart." He said it amused but serious as well; he wasn't about to sell himself for a chicken, or anything for that matter. "Tavish," Adrian nearly rolled his eyes and moved a hand to his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "I'm not prostituting myself out for anything, I'm not for sale." | |
Tavish smirked, he was only teasing and Adrian had to know that. He was also mildly drunk though. "Good, I prefer a man who still has his-" he didn't know what the word was so he merely leaned forward, pressing his lips against Adrian's softly. "Don't leave me this time," he whispered, hoping Adrian would finally give in to him. | |
At that he did roll his eyes, "Tav-" and he was cut off suddenly with the soft almost tender kiss. It seemed almost out of place and the words nearly cut at Adrian's heart. Slowly moving a hand to his shoulder and neck Adrian shook his head. "I'm not leaving but- you don't need me tonight, not like that..." pulling Tavish close he pressed their foreheads together and once more shook his head. "You need to let this go Tavish, I don't know what it is, but you need to let it go." | |
"I do need you," came his response, his voice growing rough with emotion. "You're it. You're the only one. Circe, I miss you. Give me a chance Adri-" he pleaded, not meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry I fucked up before but we were young, I didn't know..." he swallowed. Adrian was his only chance at something real again. He was the only person Tavish could trust and he couldn't just let that go. "It's not about something else, it's about realizing what I've been missing." | |
The man seemed determined to make this as difficult as possible. It ached to hear him this way; he knew that he wasn't it for Tavish. He'd figured that one out when he was fifteen years old, as difficult as it had been to realize; but Tavish was [mostly] straight. He would never be enough, be it for him. Justin was, and he was to Justin. It was that reminder that helped him stave off the words. Moving his hand to run through Tavish's hair, Adrian shook his own head against his. "You make it damn hard to say no to you Tavish, and you're going to hate me, but I still can't-" At that he pulled Tavish to him, wrapping his arms around the built shoulders. He hated hugging, it made him feel awkward but....it was all he could do. |