Sue_52: Breakfast at Adrian's
Jan 14, 2020 19:07:29 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 14, 2020 19:07:29 GMT -5
When Adrien woke in fantastic and unusual comfort, he himself too well to be too surprised. Yeah, at Divine's he slept on her rickety guest bed that had a mattress like a giant-handed man had balled it up like bread dough and thrown it down again and was routinely grateful to start the morning with some yoga to straighten out his back. But all that meant was that he'd gone home with a guy. Gone home with was good. It meant there was no wife. But the bed was empty. So maybe he was at work. He wondered who he was. Not that memorable in bed, obviously, but probably a nice guy to let him sleep over.
It took him a while to remember, and then he wanted to stay in the blankets a little while longer, savoring it. But soon he'd heaved himself out and scooted into the bathroom to dutifully brush his teeth and, perhaps, poke around Adrian's bathroom and see what kind of bathroom a rich person had. There was a shade of irony when he found Adrian's brand-name perfume and sniffed it, but only a shade. He tousled his hair and pouted in the mirror, liking the way he looked in this bathroom. He wondered if Adrian would find him more attractive with a butch little haircut, and turned himself swiftly around from pondering it. He knew himself too well, but this time, he really didn't want to get involved. Fucking Adrian would never stay casual. The other man would come away with Adrien's heart on his tongue, and he'd probably chew it up and spit it out.
Worst part would be that it wouldn't even be personal. Adrien was too young for him, definitely not smart enough, and there'd be way too much of a scandal just because of his gender alone. And how could Adrian want anyone but Dr. Manhattan after being with Dr. Manhattan? He was built like a god and he never got tired, and he knew Adrian in a way Adrian would probably never let anyone else know him. Adrien still remembered how petulant and short-tempered Adrian had gotten when Manhattan came up the night before.
Sighing, humming to himself a little, Adrien changed into his clean clothes and finger-styled his damp hair. He couldn't stop himself entirely from dipping into Adrian's hair styling products, emphasizing the wave of the hair that fell into his eyes.
He thought Adrian would probably let him bum a coffee if he asked real nice, but it was time to see if Divine was back at the apartment yet. He couldn't very well call the landlord since he didn't know who he was, though, and technically Divine wasn't supposed to have someone else living there with her. He thought it would be a little hard to prove to the landlord that he didn't live there, seeing as he did.
It took him a while to remember, and then he wanted to stay in the blankets a little while longer, savoring it. But soon he'd heaved himself out and scooted into the bathroom to dutifully brush his teeth and, perhaps, poke around Adrian's bathroom and see what kind of bathroom a rich person had. There was a shade of irony when he found Adrian's brand-name perfume and sniffed it, but only a shade. He tousled his hair and pouted in the mirror, liking the way he looked in this bathroom. He wondered if Adrian would find him more attractive with a butch little haircut, and turned himself swiftly around from pondering it. He knew himself too well, but this time, he really didn't want to get involved. Fucking Adrian would never stay casual. The other man would come away with Adrien's heart on his tongue, and he'd probably chew it up and spit it out.
Worst part would be that it wouldn't even be personal. Adrien was too young for him, definitely not smart enough, and there'd be way too much of a scandal just because of his gender alone. And how could Adrian want anyone but Dr. Manhattan after being with Dr. Manhattan? He was built like a god and he never got tired, and he knew Adrian in a way Adrian would probably never let anyone else know him. Adrien still remembered how petulant and short-tempered Adrian had gotten when Manhattan came up the night before.
Sighing, humming to himself a little, Adrien changed into his clean clothes and finger-styled his damp hair. He couldn't stop himself entirely from dipping into Adrian's hair styling products, emphasizing the wave of the hair that fell into his eyes.
He thought Adrian would probably let him bum a coffee if he asked real nice, but it was time to see if Divine was back at the apartment yet. He couldn't very well call the landlord since he didn't know who he was, though, and technically Divine wasn't supposed to have someone else living there with her. He thought it would be a little hard to prove to the landlord that he didn't live there, seeing as he did.