Accidental Paranormal... Activity?

[canadien_please]

WHO: Raivis and Matthew
WHEN: [backdated] Thursday, Oct 20th, early morning hours
WHERE: From movie theatre, to bar, and beyond~*
WHAT:  A movie turned drinks turned... oh my.
RATING: Not for kiddies, kiddies.

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[man_nav_naudas]

A mind is a terrible thing to waste.

The old American adage (frequently thrown at him by one particularly verbal patient by name of Erma Luskowitz-and-don't-you-forget-it) seeped into Raivis's mental command of English, so smoothly and seeming so queerly appropriate to the situation, he had to take a moment to wonder why.

He glanced to his beer reflexively, noting its ring of foam tragically low in the glass.

Perhaps a part of him believed this placid, low key mirror to Alfred's explosive personality had facets to it most never bothered to explore; and that admittedly was an unfortunate waste. How no one appeared to register the very obvious differences between siblings- to linger in someone else's shadow for so long. The implication of feeling along made him cringe. "So tahlk tu me, mans draugs. Aboot vhat is on eeour mind."

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"Just- a lot, rein," Matthew breathed out a few incoherent words in French that a Frenchman himself couldn't decipher, much less the alcoholics in the bar- something about love, loss, and fraterity. He could barely understand Raivis anyway, but somehow he was managing. "Maybe I'm just lonely...? It feels like there's- so many people out there I could... be with but- it all falls flat."

His head contacted with the bar counter and he groaned softly, ordering a harder alcoholic drink and tightening his fingers around the cool class as the bartender obliged. "My... brother is obsessed- with getting me laid. Most of the girls I'm interested in... think I'm- gay. And the guys I'm interested think I'm... straight," he mumbled, taking a sip, slowly sitting up.

"I guess I'm one of those... friends?"

[man_nav_naudas]

"Sahks tu be eeou, eh?"

Which, if Matthew were interpreting correctly, further established that his co-worker was significantly less the polite, trembling ball of nerves and reservation than previously assumed.

Additionally:
Raivis in his natural habitat was blunter than a two-by-four.

There was a softened, emphatic nature to his expression though and he followed with a palm on a sloped shoulder, lightly squeezing. "Aht leest eeou are nawt meestaken for a voman. Or a chyld. I deed nawt ahsk to be so short. Eeou are not... entirely alone, da? I theenk... eeou are a good man. Maybe eet is only a matter of trying eet a different vay?"

[canadien_please]

Matthew couldn't help but laugh, rubbing his face and just barely able to translate. But he was. He leaned into the hand and closed his eyes as he nursed his drink. "Mmmn. Al's dressed me up in a dress y'know," he mumbled, glancing over at Raivis and smiling, a bit fondly. "And I dun... think you look like any child I've ever seen. But aye..."

Where'd that aye come from? Damn uncle-

"N'I think... you're a good'un too," he murmured, sniffing. "Man- cuz... that's what we're, right? Men... I mean look-! We're out, n'drinkin, and we both have cocks n'shit. Right? Whose everyone else to say..."

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The deep groan that bubbled up from Matthew's chest was foreign even to him- it wasn't one of the fake, soft and quiet breaths that he offered up to whoever bothered to pay the few bucks a minute, nor was it the muffled gasps he'd restrain himself to when he found himself... occupied alone in the bedroom. No, this was something different- something he'd never felt before now.

"Tell- tell me... what to do," he whispered, half in Russian and half English, unable to coherently stick to one language. He stammered and his own hands mimicked the movements of Raivis', sliding down and touching the similarly light skin, trailing down to pants and stopping as he swallowed. "W-What do- you want me to do-?"

[man_nav_naudas]

Raivis stared at him for a good long while, eyes half lidded (hazy; smoke-over-water violet blue), brows arched in a way that suggested silent bemusement. He had a peculiar bend to his smile that (after some squinting) was finally identified as 'affectionate

[canadien_please]

Heart. Matthew breathed out slowly as he watched Raivis, his body alight and shivering under the thin and lithe hands, fingers, knuckles, all seeming to touch him everywhere at once and yet do even more. The drunken stupor he was still half-way going through slipped away just enough for him to focus. For him to understand Raivis' words and feel his heart skip.

Just another way to know someone. So discover as much as you can

Somehow just this alone made the hesitation and nerves all flow back into him, knowing that this wasn't just something- minor, it wasn't just an "oops I forgot my phone somewhere" only for it to be easily retrieved. Matthew was forced to acknowledge exactly what was happening and where it was going and-

Then suddenly his pants were around his hips, hardened cock straining against his boxers and leaving not much more to the imagination. He felt himself freeze, but even for the sensory overload- sight, touch, smell, taste, sounds-all around him, he forced himself to melt

[man_nav_naudas]

The shadows of words- formed visibly but dropped without voice- fell from Raivis in a rush of silence.

What use was speaking. They were both shaking; provided there was motion, conducive to the then, the now, Raivis let it go. Let his slacks pool around his feet that lifted, angled, pushed out to bring him kneeling enclosed by the barricade of Matthew's legs on either side.

Faintly familiar. His memory supplied him with a scene from a novel he had read several years ago (one among the innumerable), so synchronous with a measured, wistful sigh, their bodies gradually aligned by a drawn out upward glide and as Raivis moved forward (flush to curves and contours), he pushed his boxers down (to join the slacks below).

Addendum to Matthew's earlier predicament: A lap full of man had become a lap full of naked man. Whose erection nestled against his (still covered)-

Oh. So. Nicely.