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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 14, 2010 0:20:51 GMT -5
Adrian looked at him, sat up for a better view.
"Yes?"
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 14, 2010 0:23:46 GMT -5
"I have a favor to ask of you," says Jon, white eyes focusing upon the bed beside Adrian as though he is considering sitting down beside him, but has forgotten the inclination, and is merely observing the absence of himself.
It is 1966, and she and I are seated...
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 14, 2010 0:27:42 GMT -5
"Yes?"
Adrian's eyes were getting bleary from lack of sleep, and as he sat up he blinked hard.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 14, 2010 0:30:43 GMT -5
Jon's eyes moved to Adrian's, flickering over them impassively.
"I want you to kiss me."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 14, 2010 0:32:21 GMT -5
"...what?"
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 14, 2010 0:34:15 GMT -5
"It is not asking much, Adrian. I do not think it will mean so much to you."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 14, 2010 0:39:55 GMT -5
Oh, lovely. Jon was firing his sentiments back at him.
"All right," he sighed, little as he understood it.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 14, 2010 0:42:51 GMT -5
"You understand that there is no one else," Jon continued, rather unromantically, it had to be said, not that he would notice or have cared.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 14, 2010 0:47:22 GMT -5
"Yes, Jon, I know."
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 14, 2010 0:50:03 GMT -5
Jon reached for Adrian and pulled him up. It took that much strength to do so while remaining gentle.
With almost comraderie, or at least a sense of humor, he said, "I suppose you have been curious..." as he leaned forward.
It was not the most successful attempt, as the voice echoed even so close, and even his leaning in felt preordained; but even knowing what the outcome would be, it had to be done. There was hope in the action, but not in the gesture. He already knew what was coming. He was already several steps into the future.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 14, 2010 1:01:49 GMT -5
It felt about as would be expected- warm and faintly buzzing, a feeling that extended all the way across Jon's body. Adrian returned the kiss with closed eyes, his mind still focused on Adrien, and the knowledge that soon he'd be living here, soon they'd be sharing this bed every night...
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 14, 2010 1:03:18 GMT -5
There was hardly any deepening of the kiss before it was done, and Jon's eyes were searching several inches away from Adrian's face and down, his entire manner indifferent. It always was.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 14, 2010 1:06:52 GMT -5
Adrian leaned back against the mattress again.
"Thank you, Jon," he said again.
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Post by Jon Osterman on Jan 14, 2010 1:08:54 GMT -5
"And you," he said, but his voice was distant.
He did not have to turn away to leave, or even to walk away, but he did so.
Adrian's eyes had closed before he spoke again, voice soft, even the echoes somewhat toned down. "She would not approve," he said.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 14, 2010 1:14:17 GMT -5
Adrian hesitated. Of all the people to still hold a sentimental attachment almost twenty years on, he didn't expect Jon would be one of them.
"I'll see you at the new year, then."
He made a vague toasting gesture, drunkenly trembling.
"To a new world..."
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