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RP: In Maschera

Jul 22, 2006 07:23

Date: 22 July 2001
Characters: Terrence, Theo
Status: Private
Summary: Is it still a date if you don't go together?
Completion: Complete

( In Maschera )

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nottanaddict July 23 2006, 10:25:57 UTC

"Ought we to take our seats then?" Theo asked softly, turning a small, warm grin on Terrence and moving the hand on his back in gentle circles. "Any moment now the show will begin again..."

Guiding Terrence to his seat once more with that hand, he sank into the chair beside him and set aside his cane with faux carelessness. He removed his hat after a moment and placed it atop his cane, then ran his hand through his thick, shiny hair until it fell into a messy wave across his face. Tossing his head to shift it from his eyes, he wriggled a bit to settle more deeply into his seat, then deliberately moved his feet further apart so that one of his knees touched Terrence's. As the lights went down, Theo turned his head to look at Terrence, quite set to watch him for the second act just as he had for the first.

snobappeal July 23 2006, 10:40:38 UTC

For someone who was always so aware of his physical self, every intricacy of movement, every flex of muscle, every positioning of every limb to maximise weight distribution and minimise air resistance, Terrence found himself painfully unable to figure out what to do with his body now. He felt like every piece of armour he had, every rule of propriety he'd ever learned, and every one of his usual behavioural patterns were completely useless now, and it both thrilled and terrified him. He was fairly certain Theodore would be able to tell as well, just by the tension in his spine and the way his hands clenched tightly in his lap and his teeth worried his lip, subtle things perhaps not so noticeable from fifteen feet away but impossible to miss at fifteen inches. And that measurement was a generous estimate ( ... )

nottanaddict July 23 2006, 10:57:25 UTC

Oh wow, Theo thought, watching Terrence's gloved fingers push his wild curls into place. He was so beautiful that it hurt to look at him, the same way it hurt to stare into the sun. He couldn't tear his eyes away though -- didn't want to -- and he inhaled deeply to calm himself. His chest heaved and he shuddered with the effort to control himself, the music seeming to taunt him as it took Terrence's attention from him ( ... )

snobappeal July 23 2006, 11:40:28 UTC

Terrence had to keep reminding himself to breathe, even his body's autonomous actions failing him in the face of so much delicious tension. It was as if he could feel his pulse in every inch of his body as his heart struggled to keep pumping blood through his veins, and every nerve ending sang with awareness as a result. The little touches, the solidness of the knee pressed against his, the barest caress of the arm against his shoulders -- it was all enough to make him lose his mind. His vision blurred from the lack of oxygen, and as he opened his mouth to inhale, he felt Theodore's foot sliding against his; he sucked in a sharp breath that made his chest burn, and exhaled it on a quietly throaty, shuddering moan as their legs pressed against each other and Theodore's warmth seeped into his already-burning skin, making him feel nigh feverish with desire.

He wanted. He couldn't remember wanting anything as badly as he wanted Theodore, not in an extremely long time, if ever, and he was certain Theodore had to know it, if not from the ( ... )

nottanaddict July 23 2006, 11:46:58 UTC

Theo could feel Terrence's gaze on him, studying him, and he flushed slightly under the scrutiny. Still, he kept his eyes firmly on the action onstage, determined to survive the second act if it took all his will. Then Terrence's hand was on his leg, fingers on his thigh...

A tremor tore through him followed by a sigh of longing. His skin felt like it was on fire where Terrence touched him, the heat seeping through fabric and into his bones. He shifted slightly and straightened his posture, sitting perfectly still and giving Terrence tacit permission to touch him as he would. Perhaps if he didn't object or react, then they could both pretend nothing was happening, and it wouldn't matter what they did.

For all that he was staring at the principals as though mesmerised, he knew he wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow. Tomorrow, all that would remain was the lingering sense memory of Terrence's touches. That was all that mattered.

snobappeal July 23 2006, 12:07:17 UTC

His embarrassed blush just would not quit -- the proper gentleman, shy and oft-introverted, taking advantage of the company of a complete stranger just because he'd hypnotised him with his body, his voice, his eyes. He was so beautiful, Terrence thought, drinking in the sight of him like fine wine, the rosy tinge to porcelain cheeks enough to make a growl of desire catch in his throat as he thought of that flush spreading downward, across throat and chest and...

Terrence was not normally aggressive, and especially not outside of the realm of athletic competition, but something about Theodore brought out an irrepressible desire to just...ruthlessly pursue what he wanted, and when Theodore didn't object, his subtle movements permissive without being openly inviting or wanton, he found himself unable to resist slipping his hand a little bit further up Theodore's leg, feeling the muscle flex beneath his palm, fingers still brushing the flesh just firmly enough to be felt. Part of him wanted to bypass this, to remove his hand entirely and ( ... )

nottanaddict July 23 2006, 12:15:23 UTC

Theo let Terrence touch him, enjoying it all in a way he couldn't remember ever having enjoyed such subtle, almost-innocent touches. It was very like being young and naive and overexcited by everything. Of course, Theo'd never been young and naive. There were a lot of things he'd never been. It was rather nice getting a taste.

As Terrence's attention rejoined his to focus on the performance, Theo's arm settled more fully against Terrence's shoulders. He squeezed very gently, an almost proprietary embrace. Then, without looking away from the stage, Theo's hand shifted from upper arm to hair, his fingers tangling idly in the bottoms of the curls and tugging. His leg pressed harder against Terrence's, calf sliding against Terrence's deliberately as his quadricep bunched and flowed under Terrence's hand.

snobappeal July 23 2006, 12:40:12 UTC

Terrence let out a hitched breath, eyelids fluttering and head tilting toward Theodore's grip in his hair. Theodore had found one of his weak spots, and it was all he could do not to purr as he moved his head, first toward Theodore's grip, and then, once he was certain Theodore had laced his fingers firmly in his hair, away from his grip so the hair caught and pulled tight ( ... )

nottanaddict July 23 2006, 13:14:19 UTC

Theo stiffened and shifted, surprised and delighted at Terrence's behaviour. Tugging more sharply at Terrence's hair, he pulled his head to one side, then leaned in and let his mouth hover just beside Terrence's ear, taking especial pains not to touch. His breath curled against Terrence's skin and flowed back warmly against his mouth ( ... )

snobappeal July 23 2006, 13:49:13 UTC

Another moan strangled from Terrence's throat, this one verging on audible to more than those immediately present; fortunately, the music swelled to a cadence just at that moment, Amelia's voice soaring into coloratura range accompanied by Anckarström and the conspirators, and his voice was lost to the pull of the crescendo ( ... )

nottanaddict July 23 2006, 14:05:22 UTC

The look Theo gave Terrence then was almost hurt and almost angry, but somehow managed to be neither. He withdrew as well, taking up his hat and cane in preparation for the ending moments of the second act. The hat he placed on his head firmly, tilting it at a dashing angle; the cane he gripped tightly in one hand.

"If you do not consider this behaviour gentlemanly, I do apologise," Theo hissed, careful to be certain his voice wouldn't carry and ruin the climactic moments unfurling onstage as the act closed. "Perhaps I do flatter myself too much."

The lights came up and patrons across the theatre rose to stand on queue for the loo or refreshments. Polite applause scattered across the audience. Theo stared at Terrence fiercely in the reprieve from shadows.

"Perhaps I have a different standard of decorum than yours, Mr Higgs. If I cross a line, I do hope you shall inform me at once so that I may rectify the situation. I am sometimes admittedly... too much the voluptuary."

snobappeal July 23 2006, 17:14:37 UTC

Terrence stared back at Theodore, blue eyes enormous and shining with confusion tempered with a hint of hurt. He didn't know what it was that he'd said wrong, and he bit his lip hard, trying to school his scattered thoughts into some semblance of coherence, a difficult enough task without the violent arousal still coursing through his system.

"I believe..." he said deliberately, as his understanding began to fall into place, "that you may have misunderstood my meaning, Mr Nott. I did not mean to imply that your behaviour is anything less than perfection, and if I have done so, I am truly sorry. I simply wished to...to reference the difference between the overly restrained gentlemen of my acquaintance and what you are of-- offering."

He stood then, moving closer to Theodore, eyes glowing with the feeling of what he was saying. "Inspiring. I have...never met anyone like you, Theodore, someone who could arouse such...intense feelings in me while still maintaining such exquisite manner and decorum. In fact, I have never met anyone who ( ... )

nottanaddict July 23 2006, 23:00:47 UTC

Terrence had made Theo nearly incoherent; he'd not expected anything like so passionate a response. More than even being deeply moving on an immediate level, the words touched something so deep inside him that he'd forgotten its existence. He hadn't recalled it was there until it began to glow warm and send a flush crashing over his skin.

In the part of his mind that wasn't a stranger to Terrence, in the part of his soul that wasn't invested in this persona, Theo realised that this was what he'd waited for in vain at the beginning of their relationship. Back when he'd had to fight so hard for every little victory, when Terrence had maddened him and resisted him and given nothing back... this had been what he wanted. And this was his Terrence, that Terrence, but... articulate and bold in a way his Terrence had never been.

And he realised slowly that this Terrence was saying the things his Terrence had never been able to, though he wanted to. This was all how it had been meant to go. And perhaps his Terrence had wanted him. Perhaps ( ... )

snobappeal July 23 2006, 23:42:17 UTC

A delicious thrill ran through Terrence's body both at the knowledge that dozens of people were watching them and knew exactly what they were getting up to and at the realisation that not only did he not care, but he also wanted them to. He shivered at the brush of skin against his, the lips just touching the shell of his ear, the low honeyed promise melted into that voice, and smiled breathlessly as he pulled back, eyes gleaming with everything he was feeling. "I should love that," he murmured without a moment's hesitation, tightening his fingers against Theodore's for a moment before letting his hand drop and moving to collect his hat and to let Theodore lead the way ( ... )

nottanaddict July 24 2006, 00:06:54 UTC

Theo reached for Terrence's hand as they slipped into the carpark. He didn't presume to twine their fingers, only wrapped his hand around Terrence's smaller one and set off at a good clip towards where he'd left the Phaeton. It wasn't as though he couldn't call it to him, but right now he wanted to have this excuse to walk with Terrence, to stretch his legs and hold Terrence's hand and steal little glances at him in the harsh glare of outdoor flourescent lighting ( ... )

snobappeal July 24 2006, 00:16:49 UTC

Terrence's hand flexed in Theodore's grip, that simple touch sending tingles up his arm and making him feel nearly giddy with it. He could hardly believe this was happening, but he wanted so badly that--

He blinked as they stopped, studying the expression on Theodore's face, solicitous mixed with curiosity and a hint of repressed hope beneath all the want. Terrence knew this wasn't simply politeness, that Theodore wanted to be genuinely certain that Terrence was certain, and really, that only made him more certain that this was exactly what he wanted.

His hand tightened in Theodore's, and he smiled, eyes gleaming. "I am," he murmured, perfect honesty in his voice. "Very certain."

He paused a moment, feeling the flush that he was now certain was permanent begin to darken again. "I am not... I haven't...done this, really, and I'm not entirely certain how to...comport myself, but...but I know I want this. I want you. And while I...do not object to the prospect of getting to know you better, and over a longer period of time, I don't ( ... )

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