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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 22:29:33 GMT
aesthetic over comfort was a shit decision. since when were leather jackets choice over, say, north face? luca was from seattle through and through and it showed in that thin, cold washington blood. he lights a cigarette and holds it between his lips, tapping on his phone with both hands because it's too fucking cold for one. where tf are uNATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 8, 2015 22:51:29 GMT
nathan spots his mousy haired (would you believe he's 22?) guy leaning against a lamppost, the very picture of impatience. he strides over in laughter, dressed lightly, a navy knitted jumper over a striped shirt. simple and clean.
he holds up his phone like a white flag once he knows he's in luca's line of sight and laughs some more. "wait long?" he grins and pushes his sunglasses down. leather jacket, huh? he whistles. if anything, lucas knows just what he's into.
without another word, nathan grabs hold of the guy's arm and drags him all the way, down street after street until he finds just the hidden door he's been after. it was only a short walk but nathan looks like he's just found nevada. it's only then does he finally let lucas go, takes off his glasses, and grins brightly at the security guards. in turn they nod, as if his face was an id card in itself.
it's then nathan finds himself by luca's side, slinging an arm around his shoulder. he goes as far as put his head on the other's free shoulder, escorting him inside.
@luca
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 23:09:58 GMT
luca was used to nathan's out-of-the-blue calls, so it wasn't like meeting him out here was that much of a surprise. it was better than driving halfway across town for a booty call. he follows after nathan with a small frown, rolling his eyes as nathan gets them inside without a problem. too damn typical. and suddenly it's too hot for a smoke so he drops the thing as nathan attaches himself to his side, crushing it under his boot and pinching nathan's earlobe with his thumb and forefinger. "if you wanted to do this we didn't have to come all the way out to timbuck two. jesus."NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 8, 2015 23:18:32 GMT
they're inside now, and nathan is still laughing when lucas starts pinching his earlobe. it happens so often that nathan doesn't even register the pain. instead, he pinches lucas' nose instead.
"what can i say? you love my spontaneity!" with that, he plants an unapologetic kiss on his lips, not caring that they hadn't even made it to the dancefloor yet. he turns to wrap an arm around his waist and push him against the wall, all the while deepening the kiss. knots always curl up inside him whenever he does anything like this, and nathan thoroughly enjoys the sensation. it's like being high without the drugs, and whatever cheap alternative to drugs there is, nathan'll take it with open arms.
or an open mouth. take your pick.
@luca IT'S STARTED.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 23:36:03 GMT
did he? nathan's capricious tendencies weren't exactly off-putting. nerve wracking, sometimes, but luca was happy to have someone to get direction from. his own thoughts usually led to dark places, and he liked to be told where to go, what to do. so thoughtless action lets his head bump against the wall, grip on nathan's shoulders and a sigh because things like this are milestones, direction for where the next couple (or seven) hours are to go. he's nowhere as euphoric as nathan but he still wants it. mindless, thoughtless, breathe in, out, in, out. a small, pleased sound in the back of his throat. NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 8, 2015 23:49:08 GMT
explosions. feverous cracking sparks. nathan struggles to pinpoint this feeling, but he knows it's not one he can replicate with anyone else (nobody can smell like luca, and certainly no one can quite whine as well as he could too). flashes of nearly there images track through his head as he bites at the other's bottom lip and explores his mouth. he doesn't even consciously push him closer, it just happens. his hold is stronger.
his fingers delicately pushes a strand of luca's hair behind his ear as he parts their mouths a little to breathe, for a moment. only a moment. he's addicted. so addicted.
@luca
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2015 0:11:00 GMT
his knuckles turn white, a hand finds itself in nathan's hair because he feels like he's holding on to a lifeline. and as wave crashes over metaphoric wave, luca can taste the salt in his mouth and feel the pound of the music in the walls, in his head, in his body. a crescendo in the song rings through him, and he's drowning, he's drowning— and the space to breathe is all of a sudden more deafening than the music and the people, but his lungs are grateful for this space in time. he breathes hard and lowers his hands to nathan's chest, pushing slightly while he looks behind at the crowd, ever oblivious but the few stragglers that glance for a second. "here?" he says incredulously. NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 9, 2015 0:24:41 GMT
when he holds back, he holds back. nathan steps back and wipes his lips with the back of his head, and shrugs. whatever man. it's not as if he won't screw him after this. but hell, even a stand up guy like nathan has trouble letting go sometimes: he feels so unhinged he has to dig his nails into his palm to stop him from dragging luca into the toilets and finish what they'd started.
instead, with an arm around him, nathan waves lazily at one of the girls who were staring idly at them. her average looking face decorated with make up was appealing at best and boring at worst, and nathan even remembered her name as 'emily'. a regular. he greets her by shouting over the music, and they make their way to the bar behind her, bound to be steaming with overpriced drinks and dazed fools. but nathan's in a good mood. he asks for shots, "so uh, are you two an item?" giggling ensues.'and swings one down straight away.
in that instant, nathan leans closer to her, pushing her chin up with a finger with a nasty looking smile.
"that always depends on what you mean by item, my love." he brushes his lips against her cheek slowly, but blows in her ear. teasing. nathan's speciality.
@luca
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2015 0:44:29 GMT
the bar isn't close enough, and he downs the first shot while simultaneously trying to ignore and pay attention to the natural disaster occurring next to him. nevermind their (for nathan) rare situation, luca wasn't generally bothered by stuff like that. as long as they're still around, right? it's not like they had a label yet, or ever. he leans around nathan and pokes him in the back, where his sad victim can't see. "he's slept with everyone from here to sunday, you know. item isn't a word you should use, ever. and part of him wants to give nathan shit, and the other part wants to scare the boyfriend. jealous, much would be fine if she'd just go away. NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 9, 2015 0:56:52 GMT
nathan was so high nothing could blight him. he only turned to face luca a little with said smile. "i'm glad you know!" he blatantly shouts. how adorable.
he taps his empty shot glass and the bartender refills it. he downs it, again, before turning to his regular and just smiling. damn, in the right light she looked right fuckable. he even imagined peeling her clothes off whilst his other hand reached to find luca's, fingers entwining like a reflex. his hand was warm, and nathan feels as if he's about to play the piano, or something classy like that.
but of course, emily is too drunk to catch on, or be nervous. a sad uni student disillusioned by her workload, no doubt, because she leans closer instead of backwards.
"i don't mind~" she almost sings. now nathan has more reasons to smile.
@luca
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