Something about these two men, the one with the epic facial hair and the other with glitter on his thighs just clicked together as simply as child-proof LEGOs. These said men, relatively the same age (give or take) were both confused with their lives and didn’t have a clue where to put their next foot due to being afraid of change. Even if they didn’t know it yet they would soon enough find out that they loved the same records, were passionate about the same art and both had Metallica merchandise hanging up in their closets. They just clicked. With anyone else it would have been absurd but just now, it felt whole. Correct. They exchanged glances and Gaspard began to hear blood rushing his head as he saw the tiny dancer with new eyes. He wasn’t just a cross-dressing exotic performer anymore. And Xavier looked back, able to breathe easy as he held no lies from this man at his mercy. All ideas of escorting Xavier to his house safely were abandoned as Xavier held out a single palm for Gaspard to hold so they could keep warm in the chilly air (if that really was the reason.) “You like me?” Xavier suddenly piped up, nose crinkling at the man as if he were an old friend even though he had just officially met him less than an hour ago. “Even though that I’m a different gender than you thought?” Gaspard paused and instinctively touched the keyhole on his arm, drawing Xavier’s attention to it immediately. “Why wouldn’t I?” Gaspard asked. “I’ve watched you for weeks,” he added bashfully. “Do you really think that the fact we have the same sex will stop me from liking you?” They looked hurriedly down at their feet at the word sex and Gaspard shuffled his absentmindedly. “I know this all sounds so quick and strange,” he quipped in the silence. “But it feels like I-“ “Know you? I feel that way too; like we’re connected or something.” “Exact-” Gaspard’s words were lost in his throat as Xavier impulsively grasped the back of his neck and leaned up on tiptoes so that their lips could meet. Honestly, Gaspard thought he should’ve felt more surprised at this intimate motion between practical strangers but he found himself lost in the swift notion and settled into Xavier, his quick hands around the younger boy’s waist so their bodies could press together. Seconds, moments, hours passed…everything was a triumphant blur of passion until a single rumble of thunder shook the entwined apart and a light drizzle of a summer night’s rain descended upon the two. Xavier looked up into the sky and watched breathlessly as a single crack of lightning lit up the sky like a single white firework. It was as breathtaking as the kiss and truth be told summed it up pretty well too. “Come on,” Gaspard held his hand and Xavier snapped back to him. “We’ll get poured on if we stay here much longer.” So he took it and off they went, thunder rumbling around them like angry drums. Gaspard had been correct; by the time they had reached Gaspard’s apartment (it happened to actually be closer than Xavier’s) both of them were drenched in the crisp rain. “You’d better come inside,” shouted Gaspard over the noises of the monsoon. “Hopefully it’ll calm down pretty soon, if not, then…” He blushed but the curly hair mangled in sopping wet ringlets covered his face all the way down to his eyes, making him look something of a wet dog. The hair fell in his eyes annoyingly and he brushed it furiously out of his face even as the rain insisted on pushing it back. Xavier laughed but most of it was lost in the latest stroke of lightning. He dropped their hands; both of their assorted clothing in heavily wet and weighing down their shoulders and Xavier pushed the mop of wet curls out of Gaspard’s face and laughed again. A sheepish grin grew on Gaspard’s face as they stood on the doorstep of his apartment building, feeling the electricity pulse through their bodies. Xavier leaned in to Gaspard’s ear and still kept his hands in the tangled curly mess. “Pedro’s going to kill you if he finds out I stayed over,” he teased. “I don’t want to put you in a position for you to lose your job.” Gaspard smiled warmly as he glimpsed into the performer’s wide-as-dinner-plates eyes, lit up enchantingly blue for a second in the lightning strike. “Then it will have be our little secret.”
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Date: 2011-07-24 09:51 pm (UTC)These said men, relatively the same age (give or take) were both confused with their lives and didn’t have a clue where to put their next foot due to being afraid of change. Even if they didn’t know it yet they would soon enough find out that they loved the same records, were passionate about the same art and both had Metallica merchandise hanging up in their closets. They just clicked.
With anyone else it would have been absurd but just now, it felt whole. Correct.
They exchanged glances and Gaspard began to hear blood rushing his head as he saw the tiny dancer with new eyes. He wasn’t just a cross-dressing exotic performer anymore.
And Xavier looked back, able to breathe easy as he held no lies from this man at his mercy.
All ideas of escorting Xavier to his house safely were abandoned as Xavier held out a single palm for Gaspard to hold so they could keep warm in the chilly air (if that really was the reason.)
“You like me?” Xavier suddenly piped up, nose crinkling at the man as if he were an old friend even though he had just officially met him less than an hour ago. “Even though that I’m a different gender than you thought?”
Gaspard paused and instinctively touched the keyhole on his arm, drawing Xavier’s attention to it immediately. “Why wouldn’t I?” Gaspard asked. “I’ve watched you for weeks,” he added bashfully. “Do you really think that the fact we have the same sex will stop me from liking you?”
They looked hurriedly down at their feet at the word sex and Gaspard shuffled his absentmindedly. “I know this all sounds so quick and strange,” he quipped in the silence. “But it feels like I-“
“Know you? I feel that way too; like we’re connected or something.”
“Exact-” Gaspard’s words were lost in his throat as Xavier impulsively grasped the back of his neck and leaned up on tiptoes so that their lips could meet. Honestly, Gaspard thought he should’ve felt more surprised at this intimate motion between practical strangers but he found himself lost in the swift notion and settled into Xavier, his quick hands around the younger boy’s waist so their bodies could press together. Seconds, moments, hours passed…everything was a triumphant blur of passion until a single rumble of thunder shook the entwined apart and a light drizzle of a summer night’s rain descended upon the two. Xavier looked up into the sky and watched breathlessly as a single crack of lightning lit up the sky like a single white firework. It was as breathtaking as the kiss and truth be told summed it up pretty well too.
“Come on,” Gaspard held his hand and Xavier snapped back to him. “We’ll get poured on if we stay here much longer.” So he took it and off they went, thunder rumbling around them like angry drums. Gaspard had been correct; by the time they had reached Gaspard’s apartment (it happened to actually be closer than Xavier’s) both of them were drenched in the crisp rain.
“You’d better come inside,” shouted Gaspard over the noises of the monsoon. “Hopefully it’ll calm down pretty soon, if not, then…” He blushed but the curly hair mangled in sopping wet ringlets covered his face all the way down to his eyes, making him look something of a wet dog. The hair fell in his eyes annoyingly and he brushed it furiously out of his face even as the rain insisted on pushing it back.
Xavier laughed but most of it was lost in the latest stroke of lightning. He dropped their hands; both of their assorted clothing in heavily wet and weighing down their shoulders and Xavier pushed the mop of wet curls out of Gaspard’s face and laughed again. A sheepish grin grew on Gaspard’s face as they stood on the doorstep of his apartment building, feeling the electricity pulse through their bodies. Xavier leaned in to Gaspard’s ear and still kept his hands in the tangled curly mess. “Pedro’s going to kill you if he finds out I stayed over,” he teased. “I don’t want to put you in a position for you to lose your job.”
Gaspard smiled warmly as he glimpsed into the performer’s wide-as-dinner-plates eyes, lit up enchantingly blue for a second in the lightning strike. “Then it will have be our little secret.”