Raising an eyebrow Alex took the slip of paper from Flash and slid it into his pocket. He smiled and tilted his head at Flash.
“Flash bang?” Alex asked, amused. It was a good name for a company and it suited the little guy but that didn’t mean that Alex wasn’t able to tease him for it. Still he nodded his head. “I will take a look as soon as I can get my hands on a computer.” He said.
Alex downed the rest of his drink. That probably wasn’t the smartest idea but it would take more than that for him to really start feeling it. He needed another drink. He hooked his feet around the chair legs as a strange way of stopping himself from standing up just yet.
“You aren’t babbling.” Alex smirked. “Okay well you are kind of babbling but I’m pretty quiet so there isn’t anything wrong with you talking. You’re interesting.” Wow he wished he had some more drink to stare into rather than actually looking at the other’s face. He nodded his head and stared wistfully at the glass.
“What do you like taking pictures of the most then?” He asked. Alex wasn’t really sure why he was asking, just that he thought it would be a good thing to do. He was interested in knowing more about Flash’s hobby. And he was only going to find out if he asked. Plus he liked hearing the other speak, so much innocence and enthusiasm for something he honestly enjoyed.
By the time Alex had finished talking, Flash was beaming and practically buzzing with happiness. Interesting was good. Interesting was a compliment he could believe in. The blush probably had something to do with the way he couldn't hold his alcohol and was already halfway through his glass.
"Quiet can be good," he said with a smile. "When you spend a lot of time around noisy guys it's actually really nice being with someone more quiet. Just pinch me if I talk too much, 'kay?"
As Alex asked about his hobby, Flash stopped to consider how to phrase it. Back home, the guys had dubbed his photography 'sexy' although not actually having anything to do with sex. Flash liked taking pictures of people that put thoughts like that into people's heads without the photos themselves being suggestive. He was strange, he knew, and he rarely succeeded. It was hard to stop the idiots taking their clothes off, often enough. After a while, he found some words.
"I like beautiful things," he said quietly, as if unsure. "Especially people. All people are beautiful, you know? And I like trying to find that within people, trying to put it all in one photo...or a series...or something. I like taking pictures of things that will make me remember events and what I was thinking at the time, whatever that was. Like, if I was thinking something I'd never tell anyone...no matter how risky...I'd like to remember it. I'm not making much sense, am I?"
He shook his head and drained his drink as he had seen Alex do, setting the glass down before waving a hand vaguely.
"I have an idea. Of how to explain. I could take a photo of you, okay? Just like you are, right this second. And I'd remember sitting here, explaining. Or..."
He reached out and placed his fingers lightly on the bottom of Alex's chin, guiding the blonde to look at him. With a few gentle touches, he moved some of his hair to the side, own expression filled with concentration. He leant in for a moment, before leaning back again, fingertips trailing down Alex's neck and to his shoulder. It wasn't a calculated movement,more one of an artist caressing his newest idea.
"Or I could take one of you like this," he said quietly. "And then I'd remember not just what you look like normally but how you looked to me, at this moment. I'd remember that you were wearing my shirt better than I ever could. I'd remember that you have a wonderful smile that's worth waiting for. And I'd remember that your eyes look much darker in here than they did outside. Sort of sad, but beautiful too. Like a lake at midnight."
He caught his breath suddenly and let his hand drop, looking down with flushed cheeks and twisting his gloved hands together in his lap.
"Sorry," he said quickly, tone much too loud. "I got carried away. I...my mind works in a strange way, I guess. I think. Please don't pay me any attention."
At first he was extremely confused. What was Flash on about? He was starting to wonder whether or not asking was actually a good idea. But then Flash had started explaining it in terms of Alex and there situation and it started to make sense to him… a little.
But then the other touched him. He hadn’t expected the fingertips on his skin. They were so unexpected that he froze for a second but all too soon he was relaxing beneath the touch. Fingertips over his skin down his neck and over his shoulder. They pushed the hair from his face and as he listened to the other speak that smile of his returned. The sound of Flash’s voice comforted him. He took a deep calming breath, the touch was so soft.
But then the warm touches were gone and a sense of loss settled over Alex. He never realised just how much he needed the touch of someone else until it was taken from him. It had been fine not having any but then having some and the source being sat so close kind of hurt. He blinked at Flash a few times as the other looked embarrassed.
“It’s fine. You don’t need to apologise.” So had Flash not meant any of that at all? Was it all the alcohol talking? He sounded like a girl even in his own head.
“I need a drink.” Getting to his feet he pushed the chair back with the back of his legs and looked towards the other. “Do you want another one?” He asked whilst picking up his own glass. His smile had disappeared now although there was no anger or coldness on his face. He just had to force himself to keep the loss off his face.
I know what I should do...
Raising an eyebrow Alex took the slip of paper from Flash and slid it into his pocket. He smiled and tilted his head at Flash.
“Flash bang?” Alex asked, amused. It was a good name for a company and it suited the little guy but that didn’t mean that Alex wasn’t able to tease him for it. Still he nodded his head. “I will take a look as soon as I can get my hands on a computer.” He said.
Alex downed the rest of his drink. That probably wasn’t the smartest idea but it would take more than that for him to really start feeling it. He needed another drink. He hooked his feet around the chair legs as a strange way of stopping himself from standing up just yet.
“You aren’t babbling.” Alex smirked. “Okay well you are kind of babbling but I’m pretty quiet so there isn’t anything wrong with you talking. You’re interesting.” Wow he wished he had some more drink to stare into rather than actually looking at the other’s face. He nodded his head and stared wistfully at the glass.
“What do you like taking pictures of the most then?” He asked. Alex wasn’t really sure why he was asking, just that he thought it would be a good thing to do. He was interested in knowing more about Flash’s hobby. And he was only going to find out if he asked. Plus he liked hearing the other speak, so much innocence and enthusiasm for something he honestly enjoyed.
...but I just can't walk away.
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By the time Alex had finished talking, Flash was beaming and practically buzzing with happiness. Interesting was good. Interesting was a compliment he could believe in. The blush probably had something to do with the way he couldn't hold his alcohol and was already halfway through his glass.
"Quiet can be good," he said with a smile. "When you spend a lot of time around noisy guys it's actually really nice being with someone more quiet. Just pinch me if I talk too much, 'kay?"
As Alex asked about his hobby, Flash stopped to consider how to phrase it. Back home, the guys had dubbed his photography 'sexy' although not actually having anything to do with sex. Flash liked taking pictures of people that put thoughts like that into people's heads without the photos themselves being suggestive. He was strange, he knew, and he rarely succeeded. It was hard to stop the idiots taking their clothes off, often enough. After a while, he found some words.
"I like beautiful things," he said quietly, as if unsure. "Especially people. All people are beautiful, you know? And I like trying to find that within people, trying to put it all in one photo...or a series...or something. I like taking pictures of things that will make me remember events and what I was thinking at the time, whatever that was. Like, if I was thinking something I'd never tell anyone...no matter how risky...I'd like to remember it. I'm not making much sense, am I?"
He shook his head and drained his drink as he had seen Alex do, setting the glass down before waving a hand vaguely.
"I have an idea. Of how to explain. I could take a photo of you, okay? Just like you are, right this second. And I'd remember sitting here, explaining. Or..."
He reached out and placed his fingers lightly on the bottom of Alex's chin, guiding the blonde to look at him. With a few gentle touches, he moved some of his hair to the side, own expression filled with concentration. He leant in for a moment, before leaning back again, fingertips trailing down Alex's neck and to his shoulder. It wasn't a calculated movement,more one of an artist caressing his newest idea.
"Or I could take one of you like this," he said quietly. "And then I'd remember not just what you look like normally but how you looked to me, at this moment. I'd remember that you were wearing my shirt better than I ever could. I'd remember that you have a wonderful smile that's worth waiting for. And I'd remember that your eyes look much darker in here than they did outside. Sort of sad, but beautiful too. Like a lake at midnight."
He caught his breath suddenly and let his hand drop, looking down with flushed cheeks and twisting his gloved hands together in his lap.
"Sorry," he said quickly, tone much too loud. "I got carried away. I...my mind works in a strange way, I guess. I think. Please don't pay me any attention."
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I know what I should do...
At first he was extremely confused. What was Flash on about? He was starting to wonder whether or not asking was actually a good idea. But then Flash had started explaining it in terms of Alex and there situation and it started to make sense to him… a little.
But then the other touched him. He hadn’t expected the fingertips on his skin. They were so unexpected that he froze for a second but all too soon he was relaxing beneath the touch. Fingertips over his skin down his neck and over his shoulder. They pushed the hair from his face and as he listened to the other speak that smile of his returned. The sound of Flash’s voice comforted him. He took a deep calming breath, the touch was so soft.
But then the warm touches were gone and a sense of loss settled over Alex. He never realised just how much he needed the touch of someone else until it was taken from him. It had been fine not having any but then having some and the source being sat so close kind of hurt. He blinked at Flash a few times as the other looked embarrassed.
“It’s fine. You don’t need to apologise.” So had Flash not meant any of that at all? Was it all the alcohol talking? He sounded like a girl even in his own head.
“I need a drink.” Getting to his feet he pushed the chair back with the back of his legs and looked towards the other. “Do you want another one?” He asked whilst picking up his own glass. His smile had disappeared now although there was no anger or coldness on his face. He just had to force himself to keep the loss off his face.
...but I just can't walk away.
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