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Post by John Bristow on Feb 7, 2012 2:47:57 GMT -5
"Of course I want you, but I want you because I love you, truly and with all of my heart" he sighed and whispered "I thought you understood that."
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Post by László on Feb 7, 2012 3:15:56 GMT -5
László sat on his lap, or as much as John would let him.
"Haaaaa. I've dealt with it for years! It's all the same, the same. Dunno why you just delay. Why don't you do it already?"
There was something almost frantic in his behavior now, as though he were almost aware of what he was saying in spite of the clouded brain but unable to stop himself. And, really, they were thoughts he'd had for a long time. He'd just never had a real outlet for them.
He was also rather intrusive, and you might as well say John's personal space didn't exist, at least in László's addled mind.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 7, 2012 3:38:05 GMT -5
"Because I respect you" he said bluntly and slightly hurt.
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Post by László on Feb 7, 2012 3:41:35 GMT -5
"Respect? What's that got to do with it?"
That genuine confusion was back again.
"I just mean this, jeez."
Another kiss, and hands being where they probably shouldn't be.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 7, 2012 3:45:12 GMT -5
John pushed him harder this time and stood up "God dammit Laszlo" he began to pace.
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Post by László on Feb 7, 2012 3:48:02 GMT -5
He flopped back onto the couch cushion with a pout.
"Well, fine. Even though I owe you. Like, lots."
He started giggling that giggle.
"Back taxes."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 7, 2012 4:01:35 GMT -5
John laughed, hoping that it was the end of it.
When he did decide to make love to Laszlo, as he knew just these simple kisses would lead to, he wanted it to be perfect. Not just for him, but for Laszlo. Sex was something that was sacred to John, and something that had lost it's magic for Laszlo. If he could bring a bit of that magic back for him- it was just something John wanted.
"Well thank you for that, but I'm not sure why I deserve so much attention."
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Post by László on Feb 7, 2012 4:06:52 GMT -5
He lounged on the couch, lying as sprawled as one could be on a narrow surface.
"Get what you pay for."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 7, 2012 4:10:41 GMT -5
"Is that how you see me? As another, and pardon me if you find this funny, as another John?
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Post by László on Feb 7, 2012 4:12:24 GMT -5
László laughed.
"No. I don't live with them and go shopping and things."
He rolled over onto his side.
"I just thought...I show my gratitude."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 7, 2012 4:14:47 GMT -5
John rubbed the bridge of his nose "You don't have to thank me with anything, Laszlo, you just being here is enough for me."
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Post by László on Feb 7, 2012 4:18:27 GMT -5
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 7, 2012 4:23:17 GMT -5
((Oh god *dies*))
John sat back down at the bottom of Laszlo's feet and propped them up on his legs "For you maybe, and for me a long time ago sure. But it isn't something, I can just do anymore Laszlo, it's been a long time, and I- I want to make sure it's something special with you."
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Post by László on Feb 7, 2012 4:26:25 GMT -5
"But it's not anything special!" He blurted.
"I don't get why you keep saying that!"
Some of the drunkeness was wearing off from sheer emotion, but not entirely. An entirely sober László wouldn't have started this conversation.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 7, 2012 4:33:23 GMT -5
"It is, when you're in love" he sighed again and swallowed "it is, when you want to make that other person feel every emotion and every motion. It is when you want your lover to hear every sigh, every grunt, every moan. It is when you want everything you are and everything you want to be to be conveyed by a simple kiss. I say I want it to be special, not because the act of sex is special, but because you are god dammit."
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