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"Trying to make your way to the bar through the ceiling, Michael?"
"No."
He pushes a hand through his hair.
"Waiting for you."
He pushes a hand through his hair.
"Waiting for you."
"And in such joyous spirits? Are you upset at me or something, or should I be glaring at Isabel more than I usually do?"
"No. Not Isabel. I was talking to David. It went a little further than talking."
He gets an odd look on his face. Not upset, just...mildly troubled.
"That one. Yes. He's very...interesting."
He looks to Van Helsing.
"I trust things only went a little farther than talking? I think his mate has enough troubles on his plate that he doesn't need another. Enter why I turned the lovely man down the one time he attempted as such with me before I knew who you were."
"That one. Yes. He's very...interesting."
He looks to Van Helsing.
"I trust things only went a little farther than talking? I think his mate has enough troubles on his plate that he doesn't need another. Enter why I turned the lovely man down the one time he attempted as such with me before I knew who you were."
He looks up at Stephen.
"Yeah. Only a little. Touching. Kissing. Nothing beyond that. The little voice in the back of my head clicked on. David was a little upset, but he'll be okay. He's got Nick."
He sighs.
"Yeah. Only a little. Touching. Kissing. Nothing beyond that. The little voice in the back of my head clicked on. David was a little upset, but he'll be okay. He's got Nick."
He sighs.
"Yes he does."
He smiles and walks over and pulls Michael with him to the bed before claiming his lips in a soft, sweet kiss, one hand reaching up to slide along the scar on Michael's cheek as he does.
"You've got me, you know."
He smiles and walks over and pulls Michael with him to the bed before claiming his lips in a soft, sweet kiss, one hand reaching up to slide along the scar on Michael's cheek as he does.
"You've got me, you know."
"I know." He kisses him back. "And, can I just say this went a lot smoother than I thought it would."
He shrugs.
"Love you."
And it's short, which is out of character. But this is probably because in those two words, he explains everything he needs to. What the hell else does anything matter as long as thats true?
"Love you."
And it's short, which is out of character. But this is probably because in those two words, he explains everything he needs to. What the hell else does anything matter as long as thats true?
"Is this where you want me to shut up and find other uses for my tongue?" There's a quirked eyebrow and the barest hint of a wicked smile bending one corner of his mouth.
"This is where I want you to trust that I love you as much as you love me and kiss me until I can't remember how to speak anymore. You should know this part well, Gabriel, it's not as if you didn't work on it for ages.'
"I think I might be able to manage that. Though, I am a little out of practice, having not really kissed anyone - at all - for seventy years."
He does, however, pull him close, kissing him as they topple to the bed and he pulls the little library man down on top of him.
He does, however, pull him close, kissing him as they topple to the bed and he pulls the little library man down on top of him.
"Don't seem all that rusty to me, and I like to think of myself as having standards."
He grins, a little wicked, and rolls his hips into Michael's, kissing him again hot and slow.
He grins, a little wicked, and rolls his hips into Michael's, kissing him again hot and slow.
"You just want me to wear those gold pants again." He shakes his head. "Not happening... probably. For a while. A few days or so." He kisses him. "Mmmmm. Can I ask you something?" And it sounds quite suggestive actually.
He's practically purring.
"If it involves you and me and sex, certainly."
"If it involves you and me and sex, certainly."
"What about you and me and Nick and David and sex?" And he's trailing little nips down Carl's neck, seeking out his collarbone.
He pulls back, looks at Michael with wide eyes and dilated pupils...and pounces.
It's an answer.
It's a positive answer.
It's the answer of a small, gay librarian being asked if he'd like to have aerobic sex with three of the most attractive people he's met in the last month.
It's an answer.
It's a positive answer.
It's the answer of a small, gay librarian being asked if he'd like to have aerobic sex with three of the most attractive people he's met in the last month.
"I'll take that as a yes." He laughs and kisses him, minor hint of the Peter Allen trick from before. "It's kind of part of Nick's birthday present. His birthday was several days ago, it's just... things haven't quite lined up right yet. Though, maybe now." He makes a motion like he's going to get up. "I'll just go tell David that we're good to go and see when's a good time..." he's grinning... a lot.
That would be if he could move off of the bed.
Which he can't.
Because there is a Stephen holding him down quite firmly.
"What?"
Which he can't.
Because there is a Stephen holding him down quite firmly.
"What?"
"I said, I think you have on too many clothes and we should probably remedy that."
Which, of course, is not at all what he just said, but he has a feeling that it really won't matter.
Which, of course, is not at all what he just said, but he has a feeling that it really won't matter.
"Exactly. Ears must be giving out on me. Old man of 24, I am. Yes, that must have been it. Now...how would you like to rectify this?"
Sly smile.
Sly smile.
"How? Well, see... [insert what could potentially turn into a long dissertation on the removal of clothing... and why, yes, he is being a bit of an ass]..."
There might be a few well-placed kisses in there too.
There might be a few well-placed kisses in there too.
[insert what is most definitely a relaxed and naked librarian lying on the bed staring up at Michael with the sappiest of grins on his face]
Michael shifts himself down a little and folds his arms over Stephen's chest, resting his chin on them, looking up at the naked librarian's face.
"Anything special you'd like tonight, sir?" he asks as though he's the waiter offering the wine list.
"Anything special you'd like tonight, sir?" he asks as though he's the waiter offering the wine list.
"You on a platter."
He grins.
"On second thought, skip the platter and let's add on a bit more touching. I will say, Michael, that you're a man skilled with your hands and I quite enjoy them all over me."
He grins.
"On second thought, skip the platter and let's add on a bit more touching. I will say, Michael, that you're a man skilled with your hands and I quite enjoy them all over me."
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