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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 9, 2008 0:09:18 GMT -5
"I don't know..." he groaned, setting his cup down. He was afraid to look up at Jason now, though he shuddered a bit, watching the man's hands near his legs.
Maybe he had stayed too long, or grown dependent on the company Cluont provided, but Lee felt ready to cry - he looked that way as well. Hugging himself, Lee took a ragged breath, trying to stay calm. He had been abused, and now Jason was the hero, but only for his health. There was nothing more to it and he should have known better. He was too old for fantasy!
"I'm sorry..."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 9, 2008 0:13:48 GMT -5
"For what...it's alright. Here."
He turned around and reached behind the sofa to pull out the quilt he kept folded between it and the wall, shaking it out as best he could from where it sat and draping it over Lee's shoulders, tucking it around him, closing up all the open space and then resting his strong arm across the man's back gently.
"Did you see them again today?"
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 9, 2008 0:16:29 GMT -5
"No..." he said, immediately knowing to whom the policer referenced. "I was lucky today... I think they mean to kill me next time..." he murmured. Looking scared, Lee tentatively drew closer to Cluont, taking advantage (while he could) of the larger man's embrace.
"I'm sorry... for... drinking?" he offered, not wanting to reveal why he'd been apologizing.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 9, 2008 0:23:05 GMT -5
"They won't kill you. They've seen me with you, I've seen at least one of them. They won't dare. And you didn't really drink that much."
The policer snugged his arm around Lee's shoulders and drew him closer against his side.
"I wouldn't mind you working on my lower back, you know. It's terribly painful."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 9, 2008 0:26:30 GMT -5
Lee smiled up at Jason, settling into the embrace for a moment, offering him a hug back with one arm sneaking out of the quilt to curl around the officer's waist.
"I can do that for you, Jason," he said quietly, reluctant to pull away at that moment. Even though he shouldn't have enjoyed the feeling, he still lingered as long as he could if it was all he would get.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 9, 2008 0:30:38 GMT -5
"I would appreciate it."
He sat with Lee for a few moments more before gently pulling away and standing up to peel his shirt off altogether, then awkwardly and painfully stretched out on the sofa on his stomach, folding his arms under his head.
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 9, 2008 0:35:58 GMT -5
Lee shirked the quilt now, feeling completely warmed - and not just from tea or a nice, big blanket. Kneeling beside the couch, Lee started working on the man's lower back, being careful to stop at the top of his pants, then worked his way back up so that all of Jason's back would be relieved.
Of course, he was also rather taken with the man's build - he was rather strong still for being in his... Lee guessed late forties. But he was in marvellous shape nonetheless! Being shirtless made Lee prolong his treatment; the Chinese man slowed his hands, watching the darker skin flex slightly with Jason's breathing.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 9, 2008 18:57:14 GMT -5
The policer's breathing deepened and slowed as he relaxed, his eyes had long since closed and he gave the occasional sigh of contentment, or a slight painful grunt if Lee his somewhere that was particularly knotted and tense.
His white uniform trousers pulled flatteringly over the backs of his legs (and his backside), but the fabric lay strangely over the lower part of his left leg.
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 9, 2008 19:02:08 GMT -5
The makeshift masseuse tried his best to be careful with Jason's muscles, gladly kneading out any tension he felt under his hands, but sometimes it seemed like he was just smoothing his hands over the Inspector's skin.
His eyes had been attracted to the bigger man's legs, and the temptation to relieve what Lee believed was just a bad muscle pain was overpowering. "D-do you want me to help your legs too, Jason? It might help with... your aches."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 9, 2008 19:16:21 GMT -5
"No." He said, and pulled himself up rather quickly, certainly before Lee had the chance to touch him.
He cleared his throat and pulled his shirt on again, pouring the last of the tea for himself.
"We should have dinner."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 9, 2008 19:25:36 GMT -5
Lee jumped back when Jason sat up suddenly, scooting away and onto the couch cushions beside the bigger man. He bit his lip, hoping he hadn't offended the officer or something.
No, it had to be the wine again... he thought, standing and smoothing down his nightshirt - maybe he should have just put on trousers instead... yes, he was getting too familiar...
"I'll make us something," he offered quietly, looking spooked (but it was entirely in his own mind, his fear).
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 9, 2008 19:30:22 GMT -5
"You don't have to do that, you're not my butler."
In truth, he wasn't actually terribly hungry, but sometimes his mouth just spewed mundane things when he didn't know what to say.
"The tea was very good. And I don't like people touching my legs."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 9, 2008 19:36:12 GMT -5
Slowly sitting back down, Lee kept himself covered, still thinking it was something he had done - probably his getting so close was disturbing the Frenchman.
"Well, I don't wish to be a nuisance as your guest... I just wanted to be useful while I was here," replied the jeweler, keeping a small distance between the two of them. "But I won't do anything you don't want," added Lee, sounding just a little.... disappointed?
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Jul 9, 2008 19:40:29 GMT -5
Jason sighed--the man was almost worse than Justin when he'd first moved in. He turned to face Lee on the sofa, reaching out to let his fingertips touch the long silver hair.
"It's quite complicated, everything. But you shouldn't be afraid of me."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Jul 9, 2008 19:51:12 GMT -5
"I know it is," answered Lee, turning his head toward the larger hand, but he made sure not to... nuzzle. But he did look confused.
"I'm not really afraid of you, Jason. I'm afraid of myself," he said, chuckling nervously. "...and that just makes it sound worse..." Lee cringed, not sure of how he was trying to convey himself.
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