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Feb 27, 2009 16:57:49 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 27, 2009 16:57:49 GMT -5
Miles realized that he appeared to have an advantage, with László enjoying himself as he was, and was both moderately amused - and moderately pink - and deciding to press it.
"Well, that and... when people are staring at you, rather dirtily, I might add, one always feels invincible in a party. Or a pair. Alone, one feels... judged. You know, the older set really don't like me. And I like to think, László... I like to think that you do."
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Feb 27, 2009 17:06:10 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 27, 2009 17:06:10 GMT -5
"Very true. Nothing like showing a...a united front, I guess you would call it..."
He'd closed his eyes while he was talking.
"Yeah...think I do. Like you, I mean."
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Feb 27, 2009 17:08:50 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 27, 2009 17:08:50 GMT -5
Miles decided not to be too coy about the question. Well, massaging him was coy enough, and, once he'd begun to try and use the deliberately to get his way with László, he'd started to enjoy it. What sin. Miles really got a kick out of this, that he was in a hotel room and playing masseur to a rentboy. God, a rentboy. And he'd left England because England had thought him vice-ridden!
"László, darling, I want you to come to the theater with me. I'll get a box for us. We can be wonderfully defiant, and, you know... Bernhardt. I should think you'd like to watch her play a courtesan..."
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Feb 27, 2009 17:12:43 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 27, 2009 17:12:43 GMT -5
"Mmm...who?"
Having never really moved in theatrical circles, he didn't really know who Miles was talking about.
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Feb 27, 2009 17:16:24 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 27, 2009 17:16:24 GMT -5
"Oh, goodness, László, you've got to let me take you out..."
Well, that sounded iffy.
"If you don't even know who Sarah Bernhardt is. She's only the greatest living actress known today. Mm, please?"
Miles pouted down at him, although he was using other means to try to persuade him, particularly as László was too preoccupied to notice what faces Miles made.
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Feb 27, 2009 17:19:12 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 27, 2009 17:19:12 GMT -5
"Like I said before, never been to the theater, so I wouldn't know." He mumbled.
If he'd been more awake, he probably would have realized that Miles was using the massage to his advantage.
On unfair (but at least, nice) advantage.
"Oh, fine. Just, only in the day."
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Feb 27, 2009 17:27:27 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Feb 27, 2009 17:27:27 GMT -5
"I already told you it was in the day," said Miles pleasantly, all the more so because he'd had his way, and it was very sweet, actually, although his face was a bit flush from the whole thing, which was, altogether, not so bad on him.
"Oh, you are a darling. If you weren't so sensitive, I'd just kiss you."
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Feb 27, 2009 17:35:17 GMT -5
Post by László on Feb 27, 2009 17:35:17 GMT -5
"Yeah, you did. Sorry, mind's...just wandering..."
He smiled, the smile as lazy as his tone.
"Not sensitive. Just me."
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Mar 3, 2009 9:35:11 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Mar 3, 2009 9:35:11 GMT -5
"Oh, of course you're not sensitive," Miles tittered, good-naturedly widening his eyes as though trying to provoke him. "Not you. Charmingly stoic László."
He fondly continued on with the massage. Miles' hands did not grow tired from this as quickly as another person's might, although whether that was because he was so used to doing things with his hands that he could have veritably gone through a marathon of pampering with them, or because he was extremely well-acquainted with the notion of massaging a man's shoulders, was unclear.
"We'll see a tailor, we'll order a suit - well, why not two suits, darling? You can't wear the same navy everywhere. I don't suppose you'd consent to some lovely nautical stripes for me?" He stroked his chin with his thumb for a moment, smiling down at him, before moving that hand to his lower back and continuing. My, László must have been sore, he imagined. All the places he must have been!
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Mar 3, 2009 9:45:07 GMT -5
Post by László on Mar 3, 2009 9:45:07 GMT -5
"Exactly! I'm a calm person."
He was almost starting to fall asleep from the massage. László wasn't by nature a tense person, but care and weariness from living day to day in the life he led still had an effect on him. Plus, it wasn't as though something like this happened very often. It was the latest in a long line of things he was being spoiled with.
"Sounds reasonable. Don't see why not."
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Mar 3, 2009 9:56:47 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Mar 3, 2009 9:56:47 GMT -5
László was almost amusing, truly, in the way his moods changed, and yet so imperceptibly! It was just as he said. He was calm. And yet his moods shifted. When Miles' mood shifted it was generally with much more drama.
"Ooh! Too joyous-making. Stripes shall make you even longer and leaner than you already dashingly are." Miles himself was enormously fond of stripes, but he had an even greater fondness for watching other male bodies swathed in them, although it was a harmless enough interest.
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Mar 3, 2009 9:58:15 GMT -5
Post by László on Mar 3, 2009 9:58:15 GMT -5
"But not too lean. I'm already kind of skinny." He said, almost half-heartedly. Only half of his attention was focused on the conversation.
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Mar 3, 2009 10:06:42 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Mar 3, 2009 10:06:42 GMT -5
"A few more meals like this one and you shan't be. You absolutely ravished the table today."
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Mar 3, 2009 10:11:59 GMT -5
Post by László on Mar 3, 2009 10:11:59 GMT -5
He grinned.
"Well, I can't help it--when you put such good food in front of me, I have to eat it all up."
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Mar 3, 2009 14:08:44 GMT -5
Post by Miles on Mar 3, 2009 14:08:44 GMT -5
"Ooh, you're an absolute wolf with an appetite, László, a wolf. You know, wolves glut themselves too just like that, not knowing when they'll get their next meal."
Miles said the word "glut" as though it were something pleasurably scandalous.
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