RP: Private Tour
Date: 21st June 2005
Characters: Blaise, Terry
Location: Library
Status: Private
Summary: Terry gets a tour of the library and to finally spend a bit more time with Blaise.
Completion: Incomplete
Blaise leant against the wall of the Library as he waited for Terry, cigarette clutched between his fingers and blowing a lazy smoke ring out into the early evening air. He rolled his neck on his shoulders, a sharp crack sounding out into the relatively quiet street as he un-clicked one of the joints in it. Mandy had been pulling in extra hours, for which Blaise was more grateful than he’d probably let on. Bringing the books back into the building made him realise just how good a collection they’d managed to put together, but that also made for far more work shelving. And his back was stiff from spending a good portion of the afternoon bent low down to order and stack books on some of the lower shelves and he was thinking that a hot shower sounded good right about now. A hot shower with Terry on his knees or pressed into the tiles sounded even better.
Except that would have to wait. Blaise had promised Terry a tour of the library now that it was nearly done. His lover had been starting to complain, pout fully in place, that he felt like Blaise’s mistress of late and wanted to at least have a chance to look at the competition. He’d gone so far as to remind Blaise of the promise he’d made during their break in Italy concerning the library, tongue darting out to lip his lower lip as he backed up against Blaise’s desk.
So, for the time being at least, Blaise’s shower and the promise of easing the ache in his back would have to wait. And he was fully expecting that Terry’s coy suggestions about his ‘private tour’ would also get forgetter by his lover, at least temporarily as soon as Terry discovered the exact extent of the Charms collection Blaise had been holding back.
He took another drag of the cigarette, eyes flicking closed for a moment, indulging in the brief inhalation of pure bliss before flicking open and lifting skyward. It was a little after five-thirty, but far darker than was usual for the type of year thanks to the heavy grey rain clouds threatening to burst, and Blaise briefly contemplated the fact that Terry had better hurry up or he’d get soaked and while a wet Terry was appealing, Blaise would rather save that later and in the mean time be able to avoid his lover dragging wet and potentially muddy footprints into his library.
Characters: Blaise, Terry
Location: Library
Status: Private
Summary: Terry gets a tour of the library and to finally spend a bit more time with Blaise.
Completion: Incomplete
Blaise leant against the wall of the Library as he waited for Terry, cigarette clutched between his fingers and blowing a lazy smoke ring out into the early evening air. He rolled his neck on his shoulders, a sharp crack sounding out into the relatively quiet street as he un-clicked one of the joints in it. Mandy had been pulling in extra hours, for which Blaise was more grateful than he’d probably let on. Bringing the books back into the building made him realise just how good a collection they’d managed to put together, but that also made for far more work shelving. And his back was stiff from spending a good portion of the afternoon bent low down to order and stack books on some of the lower shelves and he was thinking that a hot shower sounded good right about now. A hot shower with Terry on his knees or pressed into the tiles sounded even better.
Except that would have to wait. Blaise had promised Terry a tour of the library now that it was nearly done. His lover had been starting to complain, pout fully in place, that he felt like Blaise’s mistress of late and wanted to at least have a chance to look at the competition. He’d gone so far as to remind Blaise of the promise he’d made during their break in Italy concerning the library, tongue darting out to lip his lower lip as he backed up against Blaise’s desk.
So, for the time being at least, Blaise’s shower and the promise of easing the ache in his back would have to wait. And he was fully expecting that Terry’s coy suggestions about his ‘private tour’ would also get forgetter by his lover, at least temporarily as soon as Terry discovered the exact extent of the Charms collection Blaise had been holding back.
He took another drag of the cigarette, eyes flicking closed for a moment, indulging in the brief inhalation of pure bliss before flicking open and lifting skyward. It was a little after five-thirty, but far darker than was usual for the type of year thanks to the heavy grey rain clouds threatening to burst, and Blaise briefly contemplated the fact that Terry had better hurry up or he’d get soaked and while a wet Terry was appealing, Blaise would rather save that later and in the mean time be able to avoid his lover dragging wet and potentially muddy footprints into his library.