Gil and Rod's first movie night
This log follows shortly after the events of this one, in which Gil and Rod hook up. Sort of. But with crazypants and cuddling.
Roderich finishes putting up the cake. "Go pick out a movie and I'll pop some popcorn okay?" He smiles, hanging up his apron and thoroughly content with how well the night has been going so far.
BurnoutGil mourns the loss of the cute pink apron briefly, but sincerely. ;_; Then he grins and hops over to the TV room. "Sure."
BurnoutGil peruses Rod's DVD collection with growing despair.
BurnoutGil: Roderich. Do you own /any/ movies that are not about people signing and dancing?
Roderich is still wearing some nice tight slacks and a cute shirt, don't complain too much. He makes his way over to the living room and frowns a bit thinking. "A few I think. Why, don't you like musicals?"
Roderich is glad you didn't see the home movies of the ones he went to that hadn't had DVD releases.
Roderich has plenty of movies that aren't musicals. Most of them are just romances or romance comedies.
BurnoutGil would probably enjoy...some musicals, but you'll have to talk him into it.
BurnoutGil waffles. "I don't hate them or anything. I just...eh. Not my taste."
BurnoutGil because his taste is not hopelessly, utterly camp.
Roderich wraps his arms around Gil from behind and looks over his shoulder. "Well, musicals aren't for everyone I guess. Can I interest you in West Side Story?"
BurnoutGil ponders. "Uh...that's based on shakespeare, right?"
Roderich: Mmhm, Romeo and Juliet in 1950s New York City. Latino gang vs. the local white boys. You've never seen it? At all? *looks horridly shocked*
BurnoutGil shrugs and looks at the cover dubiously.
BurnoutGilI: I guess gangs could make up for the highkicks.
Roderich giggles "Yes, but now we have high kicking gang members. It's /wonderful/
BurnoutGil can't help chuckling. "...okay, that does sound kind of hilarious."
Roderich nods "It really does. And come on, you never heard the song *sings* I feel pretty, Oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gayyy~? This is where that song comes from. Now we /have/ to watch it.
BurnoutGil brb laughing at you Rod that is *so* your song.
BurnoutGil gasps for air. "Okay, okay, we'll watch it.”
Roderich is grinning and shoves Gil over at the couch. "You should have seen me as Maria in our drag version of this. I was /fabulous/ in the best sense of the word." He puts in the DVD and trots off to get the popcorn in a lovely pink bowl. With kittens.
BurnoutGil would have absolutely watched a musical that starred you in drag.
BurnoutGil gets all comfy on the couch.
Roderich still has his costume actually. Sits down and waits for the movie to start.
Roderich tucks his feet up under him and cuddles, humming along with the music and giggling at all the 'gang' fighting.
BurnoutGil wraps an arm around Rod and watches the open sequence, giggling too. "Oh yes. Those dreaded New York dancers. You know, I'm almost sacred you have a secret double-life as a violent musical criminal."
Roderich giggles "Oh I do, I'm head of my own gang and everything. We're taking on the neighboring gang in a rumble once I get back." He wraps his arms around Gil's waist and winks up at him. "You want to be my moll?"
BurnoutGil gasps. "Oh Rod. What has that devil city done to you? I don't know if a simple boy from your hometown can handle that kind of life."
Roderich chuckles evilly, just barely suppressing what would have normally been a cue that they weren't going to watch most of the movie after all. "I'm sure you could learn to like it. Fast living, big city lights." Then he laughs again, not really joking, but he knows better than to think that Gil was really going to follow him right now.
BurnoutGil snuggles into him, still grinning at the absurdity of it, as his voice drops into a much softer tone. "You come back safe from that rumble," he murmurs, "And I'll think about it."
Roderich smiles and hugs him tight "I'll be sure to win it, just for you."
BurnoutGil hugs back just as tightly. /I didn't say you had to win/, he thought haplessly. /I just. Can't have you and then lose you./ But he didn't know how to take the metaphor any further, or if he even wanted to admit that, even if he sort of had already. So he snuggled close to Rod and turned his attention back to the movie. Roderich can't help but sign along with all of Maria's parts, though nowhere near at full volume. Then again, he at least hums along for all the songs and he has the urge to dance, but he restricts himself to just tapping his feet.
BurnoutGil closes his eyes sometimes and just listens to you sing, because you're making music again and so clearly /enjoying/ it, even quietly.
Roderich is going to get wibbly at all the right parts, even if the kids are pretty silly and the original R&J was about stupid teenagers. He does really like the movie though, and he's obviously enjoying watching the movie with Gil. He gets especially enthusiastic on "America" and looks like he would happily be dancing along with the actors.
BurnoutGil can't help whooping a few times in that number, because damn, Anita is one fine, fiesty woman. Sing it, sister. When they get to "Officer Krupke" Gil literally shakes, he's laughing so hard.
Roderich is so glad you're enjoying the movie so much and he's laughing along with you the whole time, just simply enjoying the time he gets to spend watching it.
BurnoutGil will admit if pressed that it's a good movie. And that he really loves the Quintet, because damn. It's like a symphony that /hurts/.
Roderich doesn't need you to tell him, can tell that you're enjoying yourself. Which is fine with him because he's really glad you like it. And finally the movie is over, along with the wibbly ending scenes, and yes he does sniffle at the end. Of course.
BurnoutGil just sort of goes /still/ at the end, holding you tight, and if you look at his face, it's somber and - not so much closed off as withdrawn. Pensive.23:33 Roderich does look up and touches your cheek softly, looking a little worried. "Gil? You alright baby?"
BurnoutGil slips out of it and looks back at you, smiling a little at the touch and concern and endearment. "I'm alright, I promise. Just - thinking about things."23:43 Roderich bites his lip and doesn't look like he really believes you, but he nods and kisses you on the cheek anyway. "Alright. But if you want to talk to me you can okay? I'm here. Not going anywhere." He's still looking and tring to figure out if it's the movie or possibly something else, he's just not sure right now.
BurnoutGil smiles a little more and nuzzles Rod's cheek with his own. "I appreciate that, but I really am fine. Right now, at least. I'm. I'm not so crazy and fragile that I can't watch a campy movie with some fifties violence in it, okay? Just...thinking about hate, and people changing, and love at first sight being a generally shitty idea. Not exactly puppies and daffodils, but good art makes you think, right? So I had a delicious meal, saw a ridiculous-/and/-serious movie, and I'm curled up with someone I really like. I'm feeling pretty good right now, honestly."
Roderich smiles and then nods, snuggling closer and holding Gil's arms tight around him for a moment. "I'm glad you're feeling good. I am too. Even if I have seen that movie a dozen times, and seen it on Broadway and played Maria. Makes me miss the role, it was so much fun. But I'm glad you liked the movie."
BurnoutGil gazes at the credits, not really wanting to give up the ease of cuddling on the couch. Going to bed and sleeping together fully clothed was - weird and contrived and part of him being a closed-off, messed-up bastard, but cuddling on the couch...normal people did that. "I did like it," he agrees, a little embarrassed after the fuss he made.
Roderich "I thought you would" and he might sound a bit smug, but well he really had thought Gil would enjoy the movie. "So does this mean I can recommend musicals if we have a movie night? Though I suppose you get to pick next time." He sighs as though this is bound to be a hardship, flopping against Gil even more.
BurnoutGil mock-scowls and tugs lightly on his hair. "Yes but also yes. Just because you're the star of the show doesn't mean we aren't going to take turns."
Roderich giggles "Well I suppose I don't mind taking turns, so long as whatever you choose is actually good." He swats lightly at the tugging and moves his head out of the way. "And I /like/ being the star thank you very much." He pouts "I'm quite good at it."
BurnoutGil wraps the arm around Roderich's waist instead. "You think I don't know that?" he murmurs, low and steady. "I was your very first audience, remember?" And, hey! Gilbert pouts right back at him. "What makes you think I wouldn't choose a good movie, huhn?"
Roderich shivers pleasantly at the soft, intimate tone to his words and wraps both arms around his neck, nuzzling under his chin. "I remember. And one of the few that never judged me, just listened." He straightens up a bit and pecks you on the nose with a cheeky grin "I was just going to go off the assumption that you only liked horrible action movies with lots of explosions."
BurnoutGil speaks flatly, harsher than he meant to - normally such a trivial remark wouldn't rile him up, and he'd just dismiss it with a wave and a casual, 'nah, I'm more of a giant blob monster kind of guy', but being with Rod like this, he felt more open and vulnerable than he had in a long time, and the harmless guess made him snap closed. "No," he says tonelessly. "I don't like explosions."
Roderich pulls away at the flat tone, even though his arms stay wrapped around his neck. He looks at Gil's face warily and bites his lip. "I'm sorry? I didn't mean anything by it..." He brushes his hair out of his face "Don't close off baby please? Talk to me?"
BurnoutGil breathes. He doesn't want to think about it, doesn't want to let that into this moment at all, wants to leave it as a bad joke and move on, but Rod wants him to /talk/ and. If he doesn't it'll be a THING, and it will still be there in curious glances and slightly hurt why-won't-he-trust-me suspicions and Rod walking on eggshells and worrying about saying something wrong and smoke will fill up all the silence and it will be /there/. So he has to talk, and now he's worked himself up worse than the comment itself had, and he needs to deal with the little things, then non-explosions things, like Rod being all nervous and feeling guilty, and that's something else he can deal with. "No, it's. I know you didn't mean anything, it's okay. People always think that, I'm not mad. I just. I was really relaxed, and I didn't expect to think about. Some things." He sighs low, because that was the easy part.
BurnoutGil: When I was little. Not bitty or anything, I mean. I was nine. I saw a car explode with someone trapped inside. So. That's a no on effects-laden action movies.
BurnoutGil is not going to say everything all at once. He sounds done, not like I-will-say-no-more :| but like, this is what I'm saying, okay. Now. We can discuss. If we have to.
Roderich just kind of goes "Oh" quietly and hugs him again and nods. "Sorry baby, I didn't know." But of course he didn't, because Gil had never talked about it before, so how was he supposed to know. It feels like there's something else there, but Roderich isn't the type to pry. "That's horrible. I can understand an aversion to explosions after that." And he really can, things like that can scar an adult, never mind an impressionable kid. "Thank you for telling me" he kisses him quietly on the cheek and just spends a moment holding him because really, what else are you supposed to say to that?
BurnoutGil cherishes the tender embrace, the light brush of the kiss, and. It isn't a THING. It's - the first time he ever actually just /told/ someone straight out, although he gave Francis and Tonio enough hints they figured most of it out. "Yeah," he says, letting out a shuddering breath. "You know what the worst part is?" And that's a flat out lie, because it's nothing like the worst part, but it's the worst thing about stupid action movies, and it's what he wants to say right now. "Whenever I do see movie car explosions, like in trailers or whatever, my first thought is always /that's not how it happens/. That's not how it looks, or /smells/, or. I can always tell it's fake, and I can't stop comparing."
BurnoutGil 's voice isn't exactly detached, but it isn't distraught either. Upset, yes, but nothing in his tone really suggests the level of trauma in his words.
Roderich mostly just stays quiet, nodding and holding him and letting him talk. Talking was good, talking wasn't letting things stay inside where he had a feeing they had been for a long time. It touches him the level of trust that's implied, that Gil is telling him something like this. "It's a good thing I was never a big fan of action movies." he says with a quiet chuckle, trying and hopefully not failing to lighten the mood a little. He can't really blame Gil for reacting the way he had, and now he just wants to go back to the quiet relaxed tone they had before.
BurnoutGil quirky crooked smile. "Yeah, it is. Although I suppose this is an opportune moment to warn you, my /actual/ taste in movies tends to be either depressing as hell, utterly bizarre, or both. With exceptions for the ultra-ultra cute, of course."
Roderich chuckles and smiles a bit, nuzzling him again, and he sort of just stays there because this is comfortable like this and he likes holding Gil like this. "I think I can do weird and bizarre. How depressing are we talking about here? Am I going to need to get a pet bunny to snuggle after so I feel better?" He of course has no problem with the cute movies. He probably has a few on his shelves after all.
BurnoutGil looks all awkward and guilty - not in a bad way, exactly, more like a kid with his hand caught in the depressing-as-hell cookie jar. "Uh, well. According to one of my ex-girlfriends, even otherwise happy-go-lucky, well-adjusted people want to kill themselves after watching Dogville. Most of them aren't quite that bad though. I'll start at the weird and morbidly perky end of my shelf, then, shall I?"
Roderich "Hm yes, let's start with the morbidly perky and we'll work our way down to the soul crushingly depressing end of the spectrum." Still petting your hair because this is really nice and comfy like this.
BurnoutGil: Awesome plan. You know, crushed souls are actually really good sprinkled over ice cream.
Roderich giggles and swats at his shoulder playfully "Now that's just mean. Now I see the secret reason you watch those movies. You own some sort of evil crushed soul ice cream sprinkles empire don't you?"
BurnoutGil screws up his face as if doing calculations in his head. "More of a feifdom, I'd say. But annual growth continues to improve."
Roderich "A feifdom hm? And what might your title be, oh lord of all crushed souls that you survey." He does what would probably be a curtsey if he was standing up.
BurnoutGil puffs himself up as well as could be managed in their positions. "We are properly addressed as Your Grace the Archduke and CEO of Noumenon Confections Incorporated and its subsidiary territories and holdings. But you can call me Gil."
Roderich is fighting a giggle fit behind his hand by the time Gil finishes and stands up to give him a proper curtsey "I am truly honored by your company Your Grace."
BurnoutGil: lofty handwave. "Of course you are. Let it be known that Roderich Edelstein has found our favor, and shall be offered an appointment as baronet/manager of our Cream from the Laughter of Babies department."
Rodstein puts a hand on his chest and flutters his eyelids "Your favor is something I will treasure forever Your Grace and I shall strive to prove myself worthy of such a fine position." Still smiling he drops an even deeper curtsey and takes Gil's hand to kiss the knuckles. "You do me great honor your Grace."
BurnoutGil grins and shivers and /wants/, surprised by the intensity of the tiny sensation, the contrast between the faint pressure on his knuckles through the gloves and soft warmth of Rod's lower lip against the bare skin of his fingers.
Rodstein looks at him and swallows, because he wants Gil too, but he's not sure if the other man is ready, as much as he wants him to be. But somehow he can't really stop himself completely. He can keep himself from trying to kiss him, from letting his hands roam to places they should not. But he can't stop himself from turning Gil's hand over, from bringing the covered palm first to his lips to kiss it and then to his cheek, holding it there with a small smile, his eyes looking up to meet Gil's
BurnoutGil tells himself, over and over, Rod is a flirt Rod is a flirt Rodisaflirt, tells himself it doesn't mean anything more than that even though he absolutely knows it does. He meets Rod's eyes, trying to say /I'm sorry I'm so crazy/ in the old, old longing in his gaze, in the wry ruefulness of his smile. He cups Rod's cheek simply, stroking the smooth skin with his thumb.