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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 4:38:39 GMT -5
He nodded and limped quickly off to the kitchen, mucking about rather loudly and returning a few moments later with a sandwich, thick with meats and cheeses.
"Here, have this with your tea..."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 4:44:42 GMT -5
"Jason..." Lee smiled up at the bigger man and ate the sandwich quietly, chuckling a bit when one bite almost caused him to lose the middle right into his lap.
When he was done, he carefully wiped his mouth with the napkins he had left on the tea tray, then washed it all down with the warm drink.
"Thank you. I feel better already."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 4:46:15 GMT -5
The policer sat again, more relaxed and poured himself a fresh cup, sitting back and sitting.
"You worry me, M. Chaolan...are you certain you wouldn't rather just have a doctor check you over, just in case?"
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 4:50:18 GMT -5
Sighing heavily, Lee once again leaned over and poured himself another cup, then sat back, blowing a bit of the steam away before drinking.
"If it would help assuage your worries, I will. But I will make no mention of how I came about such... injuries." Taking another sip, Lee sheepishly added, "...and you can call me Lee, if you like."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 4:54:11 GMT -5
"Of course not. I just want to make certain that you haven't...contracted anything. Lee."
Jason looked the man over, assessing his health, and satisfied that he seemed alright for the time being, he relaxed back into the sofa, his open shirt bunching up and pushing out, baring more of his torso.
"I'll have one out tomorrow evening when you return home from your work."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 4:59:07 GMT -5
Gulping a bit at the sight of more of the man's body, Lee sank back against the couch, forcing his eyes forward.
This is inappropriate, he thought, feeling the cooled leather against his bare arms where the couch pillowed up to meet him. He's only trying to help... I should not think of him... like that...
Taking a deep breath, Lee sat forward again to put down his cup, his shirt rising a little, pulling his sash belt with it, revealing just a hint of pale skin between the belt and his Mandarin slacks.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 5:02:52 GMT -5
The sudden reveal prompted Jason to look more closely at Lee's attire and he finished his cup of tea then set it on the table.
"Are you warm enough?" The house was usually cool, and the study especially, even in the summer months, and if Lee were ill, it wouldn't due to have him running around in no sleeves.
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 5:06:51 GMT -5
Lee paused, in the middle of sitting up, then sank back into the couch again, considering his answer. He felt fine - well, still warm in the face from admiring the inspector - but weighed his words for a time. Should he act on impulses and feed his desire just a bit, or starve it and really explore things before he ended up hurting himself?
"Are you?" he asked, nodding to the inspector's open shirt.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 5:14:57 GMT -5
"Of course, but I'm not--" he cut himself off and frowned a bit, his brows knotting together and his jaw tensing in thought for a few moments before he looked at the man again.
"Ah."
Jason swallowed and leaned foreward to pour Lee another cup, holding it up for him, not entirely sure how to react, otherwise.
"You are very beautiful, and you may stay as long as you like." he muddled out uncomfortably.
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 5:21:56 GMT -5
Lee almost felt a giggle stir at Jason's sudden abatement - Now that he understood that the inspector had not merely complimented him the other night for sake of apology, it made him elated to hear the compliment in a more... natural way of being said.
Taking the teacup from the policer, Lee scooted a bit closer, leaning up with the intent on kissing the bigger man's cheek as he had before. Really, for all his gruffness, Inspector Cluont could be quite... adorable.
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 21:20:53 GMT -5
***AFTER THE PARTY***
Lee headed up to Jason's house at the inspector's side, having held onto him for support as they made their way up the walk.
After having a few drinks in him, Lee felt a little tipsy, and pleasantly warmed over now. He would definitely need a bath... a nice, warm, soothing bath, and to get out of all his elegant clothing.
It wasn't so much that he minded being so dressed up, just right now, all the clothing felt heavy on him, and Lee needed more movement. Heading in right behind the inspector, Lee announced that he needed a bath, but could wait until Jason had his first if he wanted it.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 21:31:41 GMT -5
"I've had one today, thank you. Go ahead." he nodded and lifted his hand up the stairs to indicate that Lee could go as he liked.
"I'll be in the study."
Work had made him sore, and the party had left him with a further headache. The needle beckoned and the trundled off to the familiar comfort of his sofa while Lee headed up the stairs.
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 21:40:27 GMT -5
Lee took his time upstairs, enjoying a long, soothing bath which helped his sore muscles relax. After he had freshened up and lightly redid his makeup, he donned a his night shirt, then Lee went back downstairs to the kitchen, brewing a fresh pot of tea.
Once that was all set and ready, Lee took the tray to the study, as always, knocking before entry.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 8, 2008 21:47:27 GMT -5
Jason was already leaned back on the sofa, having shucked his uniform jacket and cravat and pushed the gray bracers off his shoulders, letting them hang at the side of his stark white trousers. His sleeves were already rolled up, but he had not taken the syringe from its case as yet.
"Enjoy your bath?"
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 8, 2008 21:59:25 GMT -5
"I did. It certainly helps relieve the body," he said gently, laying the tray on the table, pouring them a cup each.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, sitting back with a cup of tea for Jason, waiting for it to be taken before he started on his own.
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