Who: Parker & Garrett When: Feb 12th Where: Their apartment What: A bit of boyfriend talk and snuggling and getting ready for the big S.E.X. MAY be continued in thread.
It was rare that Parker got off early. Especially on a Saturday. But He figured that Jack knew what was in his head, one way or another. So when it came time to cut people, Parker was the first to go. He locked eyes with Garrett but left anyway. Once he was home, Parker busied himself by cleaning up, lighting candles. He'd tried to be sexy on the couch, but when he turned on E! True Hollywood Story, Parker had fallen quickly to sleep.
When he heard the door open, Parker roused himself, moaning quietly. He pushed the hair out of his face and curled up into the blanket that was wrapped around himself. They need Snuggies, by God. "Garrett? That you? If you're a robber, we ain't got shit."
Garrett was one of the last few dancers that were cut. Jack knew that he could tell Garrett to pretty much close down the club and he would do it, since he was a pushover like that, but luckily that wasn't the case tonight. He left a few songs after Parker had and made his way home. Luckily they lived not too far and within walking distance, which saved on cab and bus fare. Back at his old place he would have to take a cab to the nearest subway station, then the train for half an hour.
He opened the door, slipping his keys back in his pocket, laughing a little as he hear Parker's only defense against a robber. He closed the door behind him, locking it. "You're safe, it's only me." He circled around the couch then paused looking at the candles then at Parker. "....What are you doing, babe?"
Smiling a tiny smile, Parker rolled onto his back and looked at Garrett crossing the floor. He heard the door lock and now everyone was where they needed to be. Inside the apartment on a cold, cold night. A cold, cheap night. There wasn't any need to go outside until the weather warmed up. Parker was pretty sure the two could live off their combined heat and the few bags of baked Cheetos in the cupboard.
"I wanted to make it feel sexy." But Parker wasn't feeling very sexy. He'd been cut before anyone else. Which meant he wasn't bringing in the money, and he knew he could. Parker didn't know why people didn't think he was sexy, or hot, or attractive or whatever. "So I came home and lit candles and wanted to be awake when you came home but..." Parker waved to the screen, as if that explained it all.
"Nazis."
Garrett looked to the tv nodding. He knew. There had been many a night where he came home to see Parker sprawled out on the couch fast asleep with something on the television. Usually something that had to do about movie starts or history. He smiled, looking around the apartment. He certainly thought it was sexy, and most of all, Parker was sexy. Garrett shrugged off his jacket, neatly placing it on one of the chairs before moving over to sit on the couch, where there was room and sliding a hand over Parker's shoulder. "It is sexy."
He laughed a little before lifting a hand to brush Parker's messy sofa-head of tossled hair back and then leaning in to give his roommate and sharer of bed a soft kiss on the lips. "I'm glad Jack didn't make you stay, you need more time off. You practically live there more than you do here."
Parker kissed Garrett back, but his lips were soft and pouty. When it was over, he signed, shrugging his shoulders. "He sent me home because he knew I didn't want to work. He knows...somehow. I don't think you told him what you read. But he knows...somehow. And....it sucks. Because the people tonight were clean looking. Had money." Parker pulled his lover down onto the sofa with him, burying his face in the crook of Garrett's neck. "I need to live there. For money for our bills."
Parker sighed and shook his head, still feeling Garrett's fingers in his hair. At least that was one good thing about Parker - he had thick hair that people liked to touch. "I did all this for you." Parker's voice was quiet, muffled to keep his thoughts to himself, just in case Garrett balked at the idea. "I'm lame, I know." He kissed Garrett's neck and pulled the other toward him, deciding body heat was better than blankets.
Garrett lay on the couch, slipping his arm around Parker, the other still running through his thick head of hair, it indeed was a beautiful head of hair. He held Parker close, allowing his shoulder and the crook of his neck provide a nice pillow for Parker. "I certainly didn't tell him anything. I wouldn't do that. You work as hard as you can anyway." He smiled, trying to comfort Parker and sooth his worries. "You bring home more money than I do. The crowds always love you."
Garrett laughed a little slightly and gave Parker a squeeze, hugging him close. "Awww. You're not lame. You are incredibly sweet, thank you." He turned to kiss Parker's forehead, nuzzling him and keeping himself and his lover warm by huddling him close.
Garrett was a tall drink of water, there was no denying that. It was easy for Parker to fold himself up within the other's arms, easy to hide if he wanted too. "Yeah yeah yeah," Parker said, nuzzling into Garrett's chest and sighing. Parker was doing a lot of that these days, sighing. "I'm glad you're back, though," Parker said, his voice losing the edge of of sleepiness and turning a little cheerful, a little more hopeful.
His index finger circled round and round one of Garrett's nipples, the gesture turning into figure eights. Parker didn't want to talk about work any more. He didn't want to be sexy for the sake of being sexy. He was getting tired of it as it being a means to an end. The other still smelled of cologne with a sharp twist of sweat. "We both have tomorrow off, right?"
Garrett thought for a moment, trying to bring up the work schedule he had memorized then nodded, looking at Parker. "Yes we both have tomorrow off. Finally a night to ourselves, right?"
He smiled and ran his fingers down from Parker's hair over his neck and down his back, smoothing his hand over Parker's bare back. Parker was so soft and smooth. Garrett had no idea how Parker managed to keep himself so beautiful.
He couldn't help but flex his muscles slightly under Parker's touch, almost as if trying to impress him subconsciously. His muscular arm held Parker tightly against him, giving his lover a kiss on the forehead.
"Mmm, good. Then maybe we could go out and get brunch. Dress up, maybe? I guess it really depends on the weather. I don't think someone else cooking pancakes for us would justify freezing our butts off." But they could talk about that later. No sense in discussing it now. Lots of nicer things to talk about than the weather.
Parker purred as Garrett' hand moved down his back, pressing himself a little closer, even though there wasn't much room for him to get closer. After the kiss, Parker rested his chin on Garrett's chest, staring up at him with big eyes. "Maaaaybe we just stay in." Parker slithered up a few inches, kissing Garre on the mouth, softly at first, his knee wedging between his boyfriend's legs to rest on the sofa cushion.
"That sound's good." Garrett nodded, it was rare when he and Parker could actually go out, since they both always worked, and they rarely could dress up since most of their working didn't involve any clothing at all, but ironically hardly any touching of each other, which was why tonight was so special, to have his arms snugly wrapped around his lover.
He chuckled a little as he looked right back down at Parker, tilting his head forward to return the kiss, feeling Parker move up as close as he could, feeling his knee between his legs. Garrett smiled a little before giving Parker a second kiss. "Staying in sound's good too." At once Garrett's arms closed around Parker, holding him against him, feeling Parker's smooth bare skin against him, their warmth together enough to get him to ignore the cold.
"You're so easy to please," Parker chuckled, wetting his lower lip and tinkling his fingers over Garrett's side. The candlelight was giving their skin a soft, orangey glow. It was warm, and in his boyfriend's arms, Parker felt secure, not thinking about anything upsetting or even related to stuff outside of the room, the sofa. "So, have you noticed how the apartment doesn't stink like pot?" Parker was hopeful that it had been noticed. He was trying to turn his life around, and the first and easiest thing to do was cut out the weed. He'd given what little shwag he had laying around to one of the new dancers. Told him it'd get rid of the gitters.
Its true, Garrett was quiet easy to please. He looked at Parker after he had brought it up. He hadn't noticed much other than the smell of burning wax till now and the sort of semi-sweet yet tart and tangy smell Parker always seemed to carry around with him, but he indeed noticed the lack of the wafting odor of pot on the air, or on Parker. He raised an eyebrow, looking at Parker. "Now that you mention it, it doesn't." Garrett was indeed greatly pleased that Parker had given it up, but he knew whole lives didn't turn around in an instant. He smiled at his boyfriend, lifting his hand to sweep his fingers through Parker's luscious brown hair again. "Why would that be?"
"I could say something corny like 'Bebeh," he drawled, "Ure the only drug Ah need." He chuckled, actually had to clear his throat after that bad impersonation. "But that's only part of it, I guess. I didn't like what it did to me, and it was wasting my money. So if I'm going to do anything else besides dance when I have saggy man boobs at sixty, I've started putting away the amount I used to smoke away. It's weird, saving money I mean. It's just sort of...hidden away and not doing much of anything, really. But I'm not spending it, and since I don't really want to smoke anymore, I'm not missing it. Besides, you deserve to come home to a place that doesn't reek like the inside of Crunk'd." Parker realized how giddy he was, explaining his whole process. Smiling broadly, Parker lifted up and planted a kiss between Garrett's pecs, shirt or no.
Garrett laughed a little, thinking Parker's surprise at the concept of saving money was amusing. He nodded a little. He was certainly proud of how Parker was starting to mature a bit more and take the high road in his life. It would certainly help along the road, that's all Garrett ever wanted for, well, anyone. He smiled and watched as Parker kissed his chest through his shirt. It was then that he realised that he was practicaly fully dressed while Parker lay there on him with nothing to cover him but their blanket and a tiny pair of bikni-strap briefs. Goodness he looked incredible. Garrett sat up a little, not saying a word, and just slipped his own shirt off, his muscles flexing slightly as he did so. Without the long commute to work he had more time to excercise. He placed his fingers under Parker's chin, lifting his head up to get a good look into his eyes,
At least Parker didn't seem to be getting an economy lecture. He grunted a little when Garrett upset their positions. He was angry, no, just surprised and curious. Oh, he knew what he was wearing, but he didn't know how Garrett was feeling. When those firm pecs and Garrett's dark nipples came into view though, Parker had a hint. "The gym does a body good," he said, hands moving up to cup what he could, thumps brushing over nipples before his hands met in the middle, as if he were praying, sliding down Garrett's toned stomach and then fanning out once again along his sides. Kisses as soft and quick as moths danced from the rises and dips just under Garrett's collarbone, the smell of the cologne more subdued now that the shirt was off. Parker felt the blanket slide down his leg some, figuring that pulling it up would be a hassle, and it wasn't a bad thing to rely on someone for heat - every once in a while.
Garrett chuckled a little as Parker spread his hands over his chest and nipples. They were probably the most sensitive part of his entire muscular frame. The gym had certainly treated Garrett well for the years upon years he had been going, the dancer had built up the typical, sexy 'muscle jock' look, with the brains of one of those psychology nerds and all the charm and strict-ness of a kind older brother. He lay back on the couch, his upper body propped up slightly by the armrest of the sofa, just letting Parker do whatever he wanted, and sighing softly. He watched as the blanket slipped off of Parker. He wanted to grab it and at once give Parker his heat back but the way the candle light shined off his smooth body, lean smooth figure, and how those bikini-breifs clung to his slender hips like no tomorrow. Garrett could only grin, sliding his hand down through Parker's hair, over his neck and down his back. "You, are gorgeous."
"You give me too many compliments," Parker said quietly, warmly. He wasn't going to ask Garrett to stop complimenting him. That'd be a silly thing to do. Parker felt goose bumps fan over his leg, looking down curiously, wondering had had happened. A shrug of his shoulders told Garrett that he didn't really care. Parker would be hard-pressed to complain in the middle of an ice storm, outside, if he was with Garrett. The other just had a way of making things go right. Or, at the very least, feel right. Lowering his mouth, Parker exhaled along Garrett's clavicle, hands moving to snuggle in under Garrett's lower back to warm up. "You're pretty swell," he said, feeling embarrassed. They were complimenting the hell out of one another, and it was nice. Laying his head sideways on Garrett's chest, Parker stared at nothing, listening to the other man's heartbeat steadily in his chest.
"You deserve them." Garrett was probably too nice for his own good. He often was too sweet or trusting and did things unnecessarily kind and sweet, and most of all, to Parker. He held him close, loving the feel of Parker's warm skin against his, he could have just melted then and there, his sort of semi-long hair falling over his forehead to his eyebrows as he tilted his head forward a little to look at Parker. He slid his hand over his back once again, his fingers creeping upon the hem of his bikini-breifs before sliding back over to his shoulders. He laughed a little, his chest rising and falling smoothly under Parker's ear. "You're swell too." He leaned his head forward to give Parker a kiss on the head, hand sliding down his back once more.
"Mmm," Parker murmured, trying to get his ear closer to Garrett's heart. It was necessary - Parker knew he was already in there. "Love it when you touch me," he murmured, his head switching direction, silk, thick hair cascading on the top of Garrett's chest, Parker exhaling through his nostrils. His hips pushed slightly forward, feeling the small of his back collapse inward, Garrett's hand swooping down. His fingers moved up, trailing along Garrett's sides until each palm hooked a shoulder, pulling himself up a little more. "Do you think I should cut my hair?" Parker let the tips of the strands brush against Garrett's nose, over each cheek. His pelvis were receiving and giving warm, that he could feel quite plainly.
Garrett loved the way Parker felt. The way his body just molded and slid so fluidly against his hands and fingers. dip and curve along every inch of Parker's wonderful body. He smiled and laughed a little as his face was tickled by Parker's hair. "Its up to you. I have never seen you with short hair, either way I think it will look good. You wear long hair very well. I can't go longer than this without looking foolish."
He shook his head a little, causing his semi-long, semi-short hair rustle around his forehead. He pulled Parker against him, arching his hips up to grind against Parker's, his hand running through Parker's hair, then down his cheek, while his other arm was wrapped snuggly around his waist.
"I think I'll leave it this long, if you like it." It was just hair to Parker, and not something that really drew people to him like having half your body covered in glitter and the other half in spandex. But hopefully, eventually, those days would be over for him. For both of them. "I think you might look like a dirty grunge circa Nirvana if you grow your hair out. I like it just way it is." Parker tugged on the bangs and then slid his hand over to the right, the bangs falling back into place.
Parker lowered his head, kissing Garrett's strong jaw, the top of his neck. He smelled good. Not out-of-the-shower fresh, but at least not as bad at Crunk'd could smell sometimes. Probably due to the icy winds on the way home. A tweak of a nipple and Parker's lower half began to undulate against his boyfriend.
"Then I'll leave it like this then." Garrett smiled and let Parker play with his hair. He could care less of Parker has his long shaggy look or if he buzzed it short, he would still think he was sexy all the same, although he had hoped Parker would keep some hair, it would be such a waste of good hair to shave it all off. He tilted his head back a little, allowing Parker to kiss him.
His strong arm gave Parker's middle a slight squeeze as he worked his hips up against Parker, feeling his boyfriend through his bikini-breifs and even through his own jeans. The warmth was certainly starting to come between the two, Garrett's other arm sliding down Parker's arched back, sliding down till his fingers crossed over onto the back of his bikini-breifs, his hand smoothly giving Parker's rear a soft once over.
"Someone feelin' a little frisky after work?" Parker smirked, his knees jutting out sideways, spreading Garrett's legs just a bit. They were groin to groin and Parker slowly raised up, breaking the tiny hold that Garrett had around his waist, feeling that hand slide over his back and down onto his thigh. Sensuously, Parker thrust forward a little bit, grunting as his fingers moved through his hair. Yeah, he wouldn't be cutting his hair any time soon.
Slipping back down, Parker pecked at Garrett's cheek, giggling like a kid a few years younger than he was. "I figured you'd've...finished at the place," Parker said quietly, feeling the knot in Garrett's jeans swell slightly. "I mean..what if I had been out?" A very unlikely thing to happen - now - but Parker could still relapse, he knew t hat well enough each morning he woke up.
Garrett chuckled and bowed his head sheepishly once Parker had picked up on Garrett's slight, well, horniness. He smiled up at Parker, allowing his legs to spread as Parker guided him. He indeed was swelling in his jeans, they becoming slightly too tight for his liking. He smiled and grinned up against Parker's crotch, pushing against the thin layer of fabric between him and Parker's gorgeous naked body. "I was hoping that tonight we could enjoy on another without the crowds of people trying to ogle us or anything. I want to be the only one to see you tonight."
"That's doable...and sweet," Parker said, letting the pads of his fingers brush up and down Garrett's body in zig zag motions. His body curled up, spine protruding through the taut skin of his back, putting a kiss to the other's navel. "Where do you want to enjoy it?" Parker asked cutely. There was the kitchen table, the wall (any wall, really), the bed for a more traditional feel, the shower...Parker just wanted to be closer to Garrett. Closer. To make him keen and moan and beg happily.
Garrett had to think for a moment. On the couch? That would be comfy and nice, but sort of lacked imagination. Against the wall certainly would be hot and heavy, although it required a lot of energy. On the kitchen table? It was different enough. Maybe they could move to the bed? That was a bit too traditional. Garrett wanted to make the night special in any way he could. Perhaps from one to another? Start out hot and heavy and end with a sweet, comforting end. Yeah, that sounded good. He smirked at Parker. "I want to enjoy you all over this place. That is if you'll get up so I can take my pants off?"