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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 9, 2010 0:37:37 GMT -5
It had only been a few days in New York, but they'd already gotten a new bed - everything was just as Adrien liked it. It was far more luxurious - and a bit more daring - than what Adrian usually possessed, but Adrien's excitement to lounge in it had not gone unnoticed and who was Adrian to deny his young fiancé anything?
One tabloid reported that Adrian and his young boyfriend had been spotted buying new bedroom furbishings, but outside of pointing out what a bachelor he'd obviously been prior to this incident there was not too much to be smug about, so aside from emphasis on young, there was not much that was.
But Adrien ignored all this, only peeking at the tabloids to see if the photographs were good enough to scrapbook.
He was currently sitting upon the bed, waiting for his Adrian to come home from work, reading Elle.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 9, 2010 16:29:35 GMT -5
He returned home a bit earlier than he had lately, leaving right at the end of the day rather than staying overtime, and came into the house with the general air of someone who'd been chased six blocks by a rabid dog.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 9, 2010 16:38:27 GMT -5
Adrien lazily turned a page, oohing at the menswear-inspired outfits being shown off on the page. He was wearing corduroys, a navy sweater vest, and a goldenrod-colored button-up (although no shoes), and this was not dissimilar from what had been photographed on the model.
If Adrien had been taller, he'd have liked to have been a model.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 9, 2010 16:41:02 GMT -5
((I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE))
Adrian entered the room a few minutes later and leaned against the wall.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 9, 2010 16:42:56 GMT -5
He beamed, still looking at the page. "Adrian, am I pretty enough to model?" he asked absent-mindedly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 9, 2010 16:46:03 GMT -5
"Of course," he said automatically.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 9, 2010 16:47:16 GMT -5
He looked up, a bit concerned, and put the magazine away. "Baby..."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 9, 2010 16:48:52 GMT -5
Adrian sat on the edge of the bed.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 9, 2010 17:02:23 GMT -5
He pet his hair soothingly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 9, 2010 17:37:26 GMT -5
"This is getting to be unbearable," he announced.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 9, 2010 17:39:49 GMT -5
"Oh, baby - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 9, 2010 22:51:57 GMT -5
Adrian sighed and rather abruptly dropped back so that the back of his head was resting in Adrien's lap.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 9, 2010 22:54:37 GMT -5
Despite how stressed Adrian had to be to do this, Adrien internally squeed and rubbed his temple and stroked his hair sweetly. Adrian was confiding in him! - if not with words, than at least physically he was showing some vulnerability.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 9, 2010 23:04:00 GMT -5
"I'm so tired of living like this. It's been a matter of mere days, I know, but..."
He rolled his eyes back to look at Adrien.
"You're the only one benefiting from this. I doubt I'll be staying late much in the next few weeks."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 9, 2010 23:12:37 GMT -5
He looked genuinely delighted by this news and rubbed Adrian's chest encouragingly. (He had bought, for research purposes, a book on massage. This knowledge came very much in handy, especially when one loved type A industrialists.) "But I weel be benefitt-eng so vairy much!"
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