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Post by Crowley on Dec 31, 2011 2:37:45 GMT -5
He gave him a small smile. "Not that I'm raring to kick you out or anything."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 31, 2011 17:32:19 GMT -5
"Oh, that's good," he said, and laughed.
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Post by Crowley on Dec 31, 2011 17:36:37 GMT -5
He smiled. It had sort of been the truth. He didn't exactly want Adrien to leave, but it wasn't as though he could stay forever. And Crowley'd feel a hell of a lot less guilty about that fact if Adrien had a steady job and some prospects for himself that didn't involve prostitution or living on the street.
Fuck, this was complicated.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Dec 31, 2011 22:35:54 GMT -5
"You know," he said, a little shyly, but with one hell of a grin, "you're the best guy I've ever slept with."
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Post by Crowley on Dec 31, 2011 23:51:49 GMT -5
He laughed. "Come on, no I'm not."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 1, 2012 14:28:03 GMT -5
"No, you really are."
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Post by Crowley on Jan 4, 2012 1:03:19 GMT -5
He wasn't sure what to say to that so he laughed and pulled Adrien closer.
How sad could somebody's life possibly be if Crowley was the best guy he ever slept with?
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 4, 2012 2:10:47 GMT -5
Adrien laughed too and nuzzled beneath Crowley's chin.
In fact the rest of the bath went on smoothly, not that Adrien was aware that parts of it hadn't been. He and Crowley bantered about the action flick they'd seen a couple of nights previously (film in the 80s was very different from what Adrien was used to, but he had grown to find it exhilarating) and finished off the rest of the champagne. Somehow alcohol affected Adrien more easily around Crowley. (He had no way of knowing that champagne bottles with Crowley were always full of a lot more champagne than physics suggested possible.) Tipsily he teased Crowley about this and said he must be drunk off his presence.
Before Crowley was able to dress, however, Adrien backed him up against the doorway and kissed him. "What do you think," he whispered against his mouth. "Stay in tonight, or go out again?" His arms snaked around his waist. "You know what's got my vote, but I want yours..."
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Post by Crowley on Jan 13, 2012 21:15:18 GMT -5
Crowley put his hand on the one Adrien had put around his waist and smiled. "Mmm, stay in, I think. Don't you?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 13, 2012 21:18:53 GMT -5
He kissed him back in assent, with a smile.
"All your ideas are good ones," he murmured.
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Post by Crowley on Jan 13, 2012 21:23:33 GMT -5
Crowley barked a laugh at that. Barring all the heavy things he'd been thinking about during their conversation in the bath, Crowley knew damn well that he had a long, long history of doing silly things and regretting them later. Like telling Hell about technology. That was the worst idea ever.
"King of brilliant ideas, that's me," he said with a grin.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 13, 2012 21:24:49 GMT -5
Shyly, eyes bright, he said in an excited whisper, "Everything about you is good."
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Post by Crowley on Jan 13, 2012 21:27:22 GMT -5
Still smiling, Crowley sighed and ran a hand through Adrien's hair. "Come on, you're building me up in your head," he said gently.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 13, 2012 21:28:12 GMT -5
Adrien looked bemused. "Even if you cheat on your taxes and steal old ladies' taxis I'm still allowed to say you're good. I dated fucking Roger Marchetti."
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Post by Crowley on Jan 13, 2012 21:29:22 GMT -5
He smiled wryly. "Even if I was in league with the Devil himself?"
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