March 10, 2003.03.10.03. - leather conditioner [tristan-diego][noje]
(tristan)
The message on the machine had said it was fairly important, but then there was the shopping trip (and a fondness for the dressing rooms in Bloomingdales, you yeah baby) and meeting Momma and then the drive home. All in all a good - if very long, day. Capped off by trying on the clothes bought for him again, and removing them almost as fast. All of this?
Means he’s still in Diego’s apartment, and dressed in what he happens to have with him. That being (cannot believe it either) black leather pants, and nice button down shirt, unbuttoned and untucked right now.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. But Diego picked them out, bought them and even the pretty boy himself has to admit that he looks damn good in them, even if he’s still trying to get used to them. And as promised? He hasn’t left the apartment in them at all, until now.
Diego’s involved in his work, and he’s got to get something more suited to work out in if he’s gonna make use of the new home gym, so after calling out to Diego that he’ll return shortly, his whistle leads him down the stairs, bare feet near silent as he moves down one flight, two, the ground floor, and on toward his own apartment door.(james)
a brow..... liftsone message beget another, which beget a response, and then a time agreed to meet upon
so that culminated into one Gnawer letting himself into the complex
ambling down the hall to knock on the door - but it appears he's early
so he'd conceded to leaning a shoulder against the frame to wait
and two minutes later he heard steps coming down the hall
so cast a half-interested glance to just see whom it was
and... that... brow... lifts...and the Ahroun isn't laughing
he's wolf-whistling
(okay, he's chuckling, too)"Looks like NYC didn't treat you all that badly....."
(tristan)
And the pretty boy? The oh so unrepentantly evil kin who is rarely phased by anything?
blushes
And head ducks to hide behind those curls as much as he can and he’s just.. laughing, shy and sheepishly.. even as he swipes at the Ahroun, lightly and shakes his head. “Not badly at all - was gonna change before you got here though. Running late as usual. Common in.” And yeah, he’s laughing too as he unlocks the door and leads James inside, heading toward the fridge for a couple of beers (he’s already seen, may as well brazen it out) and explains, even if it doesn’t have to be. “Diego picked them out, of course. Took him to meet Momma - I think maybe this is payback - its harder then hell to get into, and outa these things…” oh but his grin is still there - he doesn’t really mind, does he? Nope. Not at all.(james)
okay, it's not chuckling
it is cackling
where is a polaroid when he needs it?!
feigning flinch to the swipe
he knows he deserves it
(he has yet to pay for howling at Rune, too, this ain't nothin')
still just too amused when he follows inside
flopping onto the couch in a wave of coattails
taking the offered bottle
brow lifting as he uses it to gesture back at the Kin"You, young man, are definitely doing something wrong then."
he knows damn well how easy it is to get someone out of leather pants
(tristan)
He just laughs and shakes his head, falling to fold lean 6’2” frame onto beat up couch as he arches a brow.. “ok - It’s more an art then difficult, something I’ve not quite learned yet, always easier with help. Although..” oh and here that grin slides wicked again.. “I don’t think Diego was complaining about my doing anything wrong in the dressing room of bloomingdales...”
And then he just runs his hands over leather covered thigh and shakes his head.. “of course…” and dark gaze slides sideways to look up and down the Gnawer with a playful leer.. “if you give lessons in the removal of leather too - tell me where to sign up..” Brows wiggle and beer bottle is tipped back, healthy swallow or two taken before it rests again on thigh.(james)
oh, here comes another laugh
they're becoming more and more familiar as the days go by
even if they're not as often a sight as per normal"Must be something about Gnawers and Walkers and dressing rooms....."
half-mused before chugging down a few swallows of the beer
and his brow lifts, feeling the leering gaze upon him
slooooooowly glancing over
then reaaaaching over
hand hooking in the exposed beltline of those leather pants
all too easily pulling the Kin from his comfortable recline
right into his lap, lips pulled back in growling grin
all. too. close."Talcum powder."
(tristan)
“Was it Rune’s idea? I didn’t think shy little Diego had it in him to suggest it, let alone go through with it. Planning a trip to Macy’s next.” They may not have known each other long, but the sound of relaxed laughter, coming more and more often, is enough to make the Kin smile. There was a while he wasn’t sure he’d hear it again, and it’s music to his ears the more on even keel the Gnawer feels again, the more he relaxes and lets go.
and grabs on.
There’s a startled blink as beltline is grabbed, and there’s a further startled sound as he’s physically pulled right. Into. the Gnawers. Lap. And growled at..
growled at…
Arm hooks over his shoulders and he arches closer to that growl and moans softly right across those grinning lips… “Oh.. talcum power…” memories of single kiss shared dance behind that dark gaze as he wriggles those hips a little before chuckling and pulling away to sit next to the gnawer. “fuckin tease.” But it’s said with amused affection… and yes - he pulled away first. What has that South of the border boi done to him?(james)
"You're wearing leather pants and call me a tease?"playful and easy, half purred against that moan
yeh, he's teasing - and really has no idea why
(James? Behave yourself.)
leather pants must be a weakness of the Ahroun's... or something
but he's chuckling again
comfortably leaning back against the battered couch
sprawling out to even rest a boot on the also-battered coffee table
head shaking after another slug from the beer"Mine..... I think" something he would not put past his Walker, anyway "Let me recommend Neiman Marcus on your tour." another glance, another lifting of his brow "And I'd be a tease if I were offering to help you break them in properly.... which will make them easier to get in and out of, in the long run."
(tristan)
He just grins, and there’s a turn of lean frame on that beat up (well loved and much abused) couch until reclined against the pillow resting against the arm opposite James and those long leather covered legs? Stretch out over that easy sprawl, ankles crossing and he settles comfortably. Those leather pants may be a weakness, and he’s not above exploiting that… especially after that purr… An arm stretches before tucking hand behind his head, abdominal muscles (6.pack.baby) crunching to lift shoulders a little, several swallows of beer later, and a long slow look down long frame to dance over that now ‘trapped’ underneath his legs. “Neiman Marcus, gotcha…” And there’s laughter afterwards and a nod.. “that would certainly be a tease… completely and 100% unfair even.” And brow lifts slowly toward them corkscrew curls and smile dances playful over lips… “Be careful what you offer, boyo… never know what I might take you up on…”
There’s a wink, and he relaxes again, and tips his head slightly. “Momma says hello, by the way, and says of all the boys she’s taken in, I couldn’t have picked a better one to settle down with.” He chuckles, as that didn’t quite sound the way it was intended, but what the hell.(diego)
within minutes of tristan leaving the flat he had given up on his work. he was frsutrated and tired. he had spent a lot of the last few days scouring the city for the right spirits and then convincing them to do what he wished. the music box was complete the knives had been brought the computer disks where working as they should. the teaser had its batteries and he was just waiting for a call from the post office to tell him the tequilla (well a package ) had arived.... restless he moves itno the newly converted gym. unlike the kin he is wearing just tracksuit pants and a wife beater his usual around the home clothes. taping both hands and feet. he begins to spar with the bag.
(james)
he's a pack animal beneath the human thesad
personal space isn't as much of an issue
sometimes it may be with strangers
but body contact is an important tool of communication in canid society
the easy touch, a brush of shoulders, a flank rub, the cross of legs over lap
it's a silent conversation that's held
a quiet reassurance that all is allright
and so the Aroun doesn't pull away from the kin
simply completing the circuit in resting his beer against Tristan's knee
(cupped, of course, to keep the bottle's sweat from touching brand new leather)
chuckling softly, he leans towards the kin a bit, and inhaaaaaaales"Surprised you haven't had Diego help you with it already."
smirked
.... okay... grinned
but at the mention of Momma, the grin waxes to a warm smile"How's she been?"
(tristan)
James is a pack animal under human skin, and Tristan? Is a boy who revels in touch. From the slightest run of fingers through hair, to the touch of hand, the nudge of shoulder, the setting of beer against knee, it all speaks of affection, of friendship, of family and contentment. Reassurance that everything is, or will be, ok.
He doesn’t pull away (he knew he wouldn’t) and even leans closer, and the kin has the grace to blush - again - and shake his head.. “we… uh… forgot about the leather once there was just skin available. But it’s on tonight’s menu..” Which would explain why he hasn’t been in too allfire a hurry to change out of them, hm?
Then it’s his turn to smile fondly as he nods. “She’s doing really well. Scared the hell outa Diego, honestly, but then embarrassed him by proclaiming her approval. She adopted a young girl, Andrea, bout a year ago - don’t know if you were there before or after? First time I’ve met her, and it was brief as she had other things to do. She’s 10 now. Parents were killed in a car crash, Don’t know if she’s shifter yet, but it’s all the same to Momma. Momma’s been good for her.” Hell, Momma Grace is good for everyone. Even when wielding the switch… “had a houseful, of course, but is making plans to come this way at the end of the month. I promised you’d come see her then.” An easy promise to make, as he knows James would have anyway.
(james)
the Kin has the grace to blush again
the Garou has the sheer audacity to press the issue"Just make sure to rub it in evenly."
said so nonchalantly one would think it's not a tease
then his brows lift, trying to place the name to a face
there were always so many people at Momma's house that, well, sometimes they ran together
deep umber eyes narrow in face-off to the beer's label when bottle twists in fingers"Must've been before.... I remember Andrea, we met once, but she was still with her parents.... pity."
his voice drifts off in empathy
but the grin rakes free again"I'd be willing to go pick her up, and you know that."
(tristan)
And he just grins and shakes his head, that color heightening in his cheeks once more as he nods. “Evenly. Gotcha.” Said with a slight clearing of his throat, before nodding. “Yeah, she’s a sweet kid.. been talking to her on the phone every week when I check in, sent her things from wherever I was in the past year. She was shy - but I got a hug before she took off with her friends.” He laughs and nods then. “I know - and we may have to kidnap her in order to convince her that the NYC Gnawers can do without her for a few days.”
That smile is fond, amused, and then he looks up at James… “Of course, I neglected to tell her about the attack… and want to keep it that way… Specially with the message Billy dropped off for ya’ll…”
(james)
there was comfort in the easy touch
the silent reassurance that everything will be allright
or at least it is for now, because you never know how long it will last
and he can't help the slight grin against the mouth of the bottle
body arching to drain the last from it
tapping the empty glass against Tristan's thigh"Was waiting for you to get to that.... and I wouldn't have mentioned it either, she wouldn't have let you come back."
sounds like he's talking from experience there
just... how long has it been since he's seen his mom?
though that shadow is pushed away, looking over curiously"Billy?"
(diego)
dark dangerous deadly the blows are enough to send the bag swinging wildly to damage skin and bone in the walkers hands and feet to bruise until there is nothing but the burning red pain. nothing but sweet pain. they will not break me they will not take me i will not go back...a feral growl. panting for breath he comes to rest upon the bag holding it leaning against it his weight supported by it. glad Tristan is not here to see him like this.where is tristan? he should be here? what did he say when he left?
a quick circut of flat is enough to reveal that he is still in leather pants. a grin twisting that not quite human face. he cannot of gone far. flexing fingers fine bones cracked under strain moonshapped cresents where nails dug into palms bruising on knees legs and feet fading already they are superficial hurts his body able to deal with them easily. staring at the mirror on the inside of bedroom door he slips/slides to the other place. the spirit world. the floor is dangerously thin here. the building not old enough to have a strong spirit. one gets the strange sensation that they are sinking that the floor will give way beneath them if they stand still to long. it does not take much or long to move from one flat to the other. to be standing where the couch would be. it does not take much to twist sight from one side to the other. just find out if hes here. he might of gone to get food. although leather pants makes him think no.
(tristan)
“Hey - we haven’t had the chance to swap teases for a while, I thought I’d enjoy it before getting to the serious shit.” A better host would instantly get up to replace that empty beer - but he’s comfortable here, and he takes the time to finish his own first, before he nods. “Billy Bedlam? I think name is.. not sure on the last name, but met him at the condo’s while I was hanging with Imogen, Decker and Dire one night.”
Finally, lean frame curls up to sit again, taking that empty bottle with a caress over James’ knuckles and a wink, before he’s sliding his legs off James’ lap and standing heading to get two more beers. And reclaiming his spot on the couch (and over lounging Gnawer) as he hands that 2nd bottle over. “There’s been two more attacks that he knows of - both on Zoe. She’s the one that went to Kentucky with you right? Though he called her Fianna kin, not Gazer. She’s ok, but the attacker carved her up like a turkey twice, and took all Billy knew, and some dude named Corran? To patch her back up again.”
There’s a pause and a shake of his head. “And here’s the kicker. They say the attacker was a Demon. Straight out of biblical lore…”
(james)
"I'm not complaining!"said with a grin
(his hand turns into the caress before he can even think about it)
he's comfortable here
and when Tris moves, he slouches further down into the couch
... no.... shrugs out of his trench, then gets right comfy
brow lifting as the story continues"Perfect.... Elohim, Rabishu, and now the army of the Morning Star himself are knockin' on our door. When they called it the Apocalypse I didn't think they'd be that literal." sighed "I'll make sure the others get the message."
he.... doesn't seem too pleased
actually leaning in closer to he Kin
all the way until he's all but sideways, too
going so far as to take one of the battered back pillows
and pull. it. over. his. head.
shoulders shaking with a bit of a chuckle
for Gaia's sake it's only MONDAY(diego)
he grins slightly. moving with ease this place as much his home as the real world. to stand where the bathroom is the door open here closed there. his body moves between the two like swimming in molasses but he grins. that feral almost amused grin once more. the door is slid ever so slowly open only enough that he can see and finally slip through on hands and knees. pressed low to the ground and ever so quiet.(tristan)
“Good!” And the grin is easy, before yeah. He doesn’t seem too happy about it either. It’s one thing to think what came after him was some new wyrm and defeat-able by Gaia’s chosen, an entire other thing to hear it’s a demon and the old ‘get thee behind me Satan’ most likely won’t work.
James slides closer and arm lifts to give him more room, till dreds tickle and there’s not much more till he’d be all but resting on lean belly, unable to help the soft chuckle (Monday!) as if he can read that thought while fingers play with the ends of dreds tickling over abdomen. And the mighty Ahroun hiding behind a pillow is damn cute - where is that Polaroid? “I told him I’d pass the message on. He said he wasn’t expecting involvement, but one was in the hospital, the other is hiding in forests around Zoe’s cabin - attacks whenever she’s alone. He mentioned the Elohim name, too. He wanted to pass his respect on, and be sure ya’ll knew, not wanting Eagles to fall under a threat they could have been warned about.”
(james)
great Gnawer Ahroun
mighty warrior of Gaia
slayer of Wyrmy thangs
hiding. beneath. a. pillow."Hmph." a rather muffled, Modi-esque grunt "Yeh, respect appreciated, message'll get to 'em"
or... something close to that
because he hasn't moved from beneath the pillow
it's only.... freakin.... MONDAY
and why does he have this feeling of deja vu
wasn't he feeling this way last week?
for crying. out. loud.
he'd take a vacation to the Bahamas or something
but there's a guarantee.... ga. ron. tee..... that meltdown will happen the minute he sets foot on the island
so forget it
might as well stay here
at least he doesn't have to fly or boat or anything like that
here? it seems he can just wait until the Apocalypse knocks on his damned front door
pea. chee. keen.
at this point? all he can do is laugh
(warm breath spilling against sculpted abs)
pretty sure the Kin could hear that mental ranta sigh heaves
and he finally comes out of hiding
slowly straightening up
(dread tips crawling across flesh)
a breath huffs out, before drawn in to say something intelligent
and he catches the new scent in the apartment's recirculated air
(well, not new, but stronger)
but he doesn't give it away quite yet(diego)
he was hoping he would stay beneath thee pillow that he would not move. that he would not hear him smell him taste him in the air. and with his head in the pillow he might not have. now however it is more likely. just more reason to move. .. he srpings into action one moment crouching as he crawled ever closer the next momentum carying him over the arm rest of the couch and pouncing directly ontop of the 2 of them in thier oh so comfy embrace. "manhandling my man are we?" his voice is deeper gravely has a hint of the growl to it which one is he talking to when he says that.he wants to pout there both still taller than him its just not fair. extra long more k-9 tongue lashes out and liiiiiix james face. (look its how hes going to greet you from now on) "thats for moving to soon and ruining all the fun."
(tristan)
He can’t help echoing the laughter. Sometimes? That’s all you can do, after all, is laugh and shake you head and occasionally wonder just why you were chosen, why you fight the fight (or in his case, why you stay home and wait for those who fight) when it seems it will never end, and when you need the vacation the most, that’s when it knocks on your damn door.
Breath spills warm over skin of his belly and his own is caught and held as he enjoys the warmth, the closeness the comfort of having him near, of being able too (thought for a while he mighta scared him off the comfort of easy affection) just be close… and he pulls away, dreds running through fingertips and he lifts a brow as he starts to talk and then.. then!
They are pounced and his arms are involved in fending off pulling closer, adding to comfortable cuddle the little Walker with a burst of startled laughter that greets him (which one, indeed!) which falls into full on howl of amusement to see the that licking of James’ cheek… laughing so hard there’s no way he could say a word…
(james)
there's a blink
seems he wouldn't have had time to give him away anyway
because here comes Diego
flyyyying through the air
veritably landing on top of the (startled) Ahroun (and Kin)
instinct has him turning towards the alleged attack
to put his back to safety and turn eyes towards whatever it isthat then brings one "OOOF!" as the slight Latino lands from pounce
strong arm wrapping around slender body and tightening it close
momentum taking them right back down to the couch
(cause if he braced, the smaller boy would probably hit him and break, plus he's in that easy, comfortable mood)
sprawling back against the Kin
whatever he was going to answer to the first question is lost in the laughter
that lick still surprises him
(eeewww...... dog slobber!)
even if he sees the symbolism behind it
puppies seeking acceptance (and handouts) from elder, dominant animals
acceptance found in the physical contact between the three
the warmth of bodies and the medicine of laughterand obviously... it seems to greatly amuse Tristan, too
finally, he's able to recover enough
grinning oh. so. deliberately. at the Kin and Walker both
repenting has nothing to do with it"Here to help break in the leather, are you?"
(diego)
"you hmmmmfff oooh grrrrrrr do it again" wriggling moving and even a little shoving until is comfortable in that pile with the other 2 form shrinking (not a pleasent sound and a really strange site) so he fits better. licks tristans stomach (just because its there in front of him as he wriggles his way upwards. "cant let you do it alone. plus i made him wear them is me who should teach him how to do so"(tristan)
James gathers Diego close and both fall back against him and all the equals? One happy Kin. Fingers ruffle through spiky hair as Diego shrinks to fit more comfortably in the happy tangle, even if there’s a startled “hey! That tickles!” under the slide of tongue over abs, and a shake of his head and blushing laughter greets evil grin from both his favorite men - but all that’s said? “works for me!” because yes indeedy they’ve tangled up like this before, and this time? There’s something infinitely more relaxed about it now that there are understandings and everything is in play, and all out fun. A hand finds a way to tug teasingly on dreds before just sprawling there comfortable with his men and nods. “I guess that means I’m at your mercy, hm?” and there ain’t nothing repentant about that grin either…(james)
there was a time he would not be comfortable here
a time which he would back away
shoving away what he didn't understand
burying what he didn't want to
but now? it's an easy sprawl
the Kin is family - and that makes his mate family, too
that bond created that's nursed in the close contact
all in play, all in that canid reassurance
brow lifting as his head tilts up
quipping back somethign the kin had said earlier"Careful what you offer, boyo...."
(diego)
oooh that was definatly not the right words to say hey that tickles and at your mercy? not to mention fact hes stuck on the bottom of the pile. face turns to bury self once more in abs rasp of tongue over flesh as fingres begin to search for those ever so ticklish spots he knows and loves(tristan)
He just laughs at that easy sprawl of family and his brow lifted mimics that of the lean gnawer’s and his grin? still completely unrepentant and wickedly sly.. “I know exactly what I’m offering. Do you?” Even as he’s pulling Diego close only to YELP as there the sudden attack against ticklish abs with tongue and fingers and he’s trapped under them and there’s nothing he can do but be reduced to squirming laughter “that’s not FAIR!”[fade as two of three players had to go]
Posted by james at March 10, 2003 12:00 AM
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