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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 24, 2009 20:18:09 GMT -5
"Mmmm. Fascinating."
Behind them, Bubastis tilted her head.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 24, 2009 20:19:14 GMT -5
Adrien laughed, very softly. "You asked."
It wasn't Adrien's fault that he was not interesting. Not superficially. There were some sordid or sympathy-drawing stories for the truly morbid if they hung around long enough, but luckily - again; perhaps unluckily - they didn't tend to.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 25, 2009 16:51:18 GMT -5
He slid his hands down the back of Baillon's unfastened trousers and raised an eyebrow, daring the boy to go on.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 25, 2009 17:15:47 GMT -5
Adrien smiled and bit his lower lip as he did so, catching the dare but a little behind. The tilt of his head said, Wait a minute, with all playfulness possible, as he leaned into Veidt but moved his nimble fingers to his waiter friend's shirt instead of to Veidt's trousers.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 27, 2009 18:44:10 GMT -5
Veidt waited, observing the boy as placidly as if the object of his gaze were actually a piece of artwork in a museum.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 28, 2009 13:48:44 GMT -5
Adrien did not know whether to be endeared or concerned by how calm Veidt was as he watched him, and as he usually did in moments of confusion, he simply smiled.
Shrugging the shirt off onto the floor, tossing his hair back and lifting a hand to push it behind and ear and keep it there, he traced his fingers down Veidt's stomach and to his waistband. Even so, he was not very coy as he undid his trousers, not very coy now that he was nude. It all seemed very natural to him; he'd done it often enough. And Veidt did not appear to fetishize any of this. He wondered if the Greeks were like that, the ancients, if that thought had ever occurred to Veidt; if he knew. If the Hellenic ideal involved boy-love like all those writers said it did, then it was more likely to be natural than to be fetishized, wasn't it?
He leaned into him and tilted his head to kiss him again.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 29, 2009 19:27:47 GMT -5
The kiss lasted for a long moment, and as they parted, Veidt very gently glided his hand down Baillon's cheek, still in the manner of a man admiring a particularly beautiful sculpture.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 29, 2009 21:53:21 GMT -5
Adrien felt the rare twinge of self-conscious shyness and glanced away from Veidt's face for a moment before looking back, able to watch him as long as Veidt was not looking back into his eyes. Natural or not, he did not quite know what to do, being appreciated for aesthetics rather than for his ability to inspire lust, which, he supposed, while there, was raw and unmolded. He had never tried to become a professional coquette, a coy little coiled harem boy for anyone's disposal. It would never have held his interest. Maybe he could make a profession out of nice little encounters like this - some so much nicer than others - but he couldn't play the courtesan.
He did not feel, however, that Veidt wanted him to, so he wasn't sure why this made him feel like such a damned kid. Maybe it had something to do with the effect the man had, being so well-known and famous and all, and for such humanitarian things. Adrian Veidt was not, despite how gorgeous he was, and the cosmetics line (because there was a Veidt everything, wasn't there?), known for anything raunchy, anything bawdy. Nothing sexy. And even though there was nothing raunchy in this, there was a sensuality in it that also seemed to make Adrien feel almost more nude than he was, than he'd been before. It was not intense and fetishized, but neither was it casual.
Being unable to categorize it, he let Veidt do what he felt like, as though he would have done anything else. And he touched back, tracing his hand over his shoulder, not to mimic, but because if Veidt was going to admire him then he might as well have given his fanboy permission to do the same. But this fanboy was not some hot little groupie and that, at least, thank God, showed, and was not artificial. Enough about Adrien Baillon's own alternate personalities was that when he was just being himself he could be wholly, totally stripped.
However. This was ultimately not an art museum. With the same stillness and gravity as he'd had when he'd quietly touched his shoulder and gazed at him, he slid that same hand effortlessly up Veidt's thighs and stroked him as though this came to him more naturally than anything. (Because it did.)
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 30, 2009 16:48:03 GMT -5
Veidt leaned forward again and kissed the very tip of Baillon's ear, and then began moving his mouth downward along the line of the boy's jaw, his throat, his collarbone...
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 30, 2009 19:36:21 GMT -5
**FADE-IN**
Adrien did not have that personal quirk - he might have called it - of enjoying to drape himself over another body or nestle closer, and so he lay back on the bed with an inexhaustible smile, with a nonchalance about his nudity that bordered on immodesty, and wondered idly where the cat was now.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 2, 2009 18:35:32 GMT -5
The cat was nestled in her own bed, eyes shut and head resting on folded paws.
Veidt sat up and stretched, flicking his hair away from his face, and then looked appraisingly at Baillon.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 2, 2009 19:06:24 GMT -5
Adrien's smile stretched and was lazier, basking like a boy on the school steps in the warm sun that was Adrian Veidt's appraisal, but he didn't feel the need to say anything. He tilted his head back slightly on the bed and slightly readjusted his shoulders, strands of his hair sliding off his forehead or into his eyes, and exhaled comfortably.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 2, 2009 19:14:33 GMT -5
"I suppose compensation is in order," he said, reverting to his most businesslike manner (and the American accent) even as he ran a hand down Baillon's chest.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 2, 2009 19:34:04 GMT -5
Even though it had sort of been obvious from Veidt's conversation earlier that the profession was obvious, the fact that they hadn't spoken about it before made it almost surprising to Adrien to hear mention of it now. This probably showed, but he wasn't nearly so unsettled as to be prodded out of his post-coital relaxation. It seemed crass to say yes, so he just sort of shrugged his affirmation.
The accent change was more alarming than the issue of payment. "Why d'you do that?" he asked curiously.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 2, 2009 21:29:41 GMT -5
Veidt glanced back at him, smirking.
"I try to maintain a high level of reliability in my business transactions."
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