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"I know when I'm not wanted."

Jeremy pouted at that. He really hadn't meant it as a bad thing. He was just trying to say that he preferred the real thing---body and soul. Rather than just a posed picture. He honestly couldn't even think of any poses to put the other in.

"Wait.... you seriously mean I did that? Ah.... three years ago....eh... em... I'm sorry..."

Wow, he really had completely forgotten, hadn't he? His expression with the raised brow didn't change, since Dante still wasn't remembering.

He pinched the other's cheek and pulled it a bit. "Try two weeks ago."

He put his hands on his own hips as the other went to get dressed. Dante Andrews. Can remember the name of all of his clients of three years and beyond. Can't remember what he did to his lover two weeks ago. He chuckled at the thought. Work was clearly the other's first priority, and he could respect that. Didn't mean he wouldn't give him hell for not remembering.

"So.... that picture?"

"Hm? Which one? With who?" He smirked a bit with his arms folded across his chest as he walked forward. "Or do I not want to know?" He teased, pretending to be offended as he quoted the other's very words from earlier.

"Well fine, feign ignorance... if I have to, I will simply have arrange for a photo shoot between the Prince and the Rising star...of course, then the whole world will see how I look at you."

Jeremy glanced back over his shoulder. "That would effect you just as much as it would effect me," he smirked.

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"Last time you kissed it you bit it, so no," he smiled, sticking his tongue out playfully.

"Or... I can kiss you from head to toe... you know, just to make sure you're not injured anywhere else."

Jeremy wasn't actually worried about Dante's biting. The scar on the inside of his lip was like a secret reminder of who he was with. Still, he kind of liked that the other cared enough to offer some favors to make it up to him.

He turned to fully face the other now, enjoying the idea. "Play doctor, huh?" He chuckled, thinking about it for a moment. "Should I be afraid?"

"Pretty sure I have been kissing you on and off since last night... and not one bite."

"Yeah, but maybe now you remember how much you enjoy making me bleed," he chuckled.

"Only if you're hiding something."

Jeremy shrugged and smiled playfully. "We all have our secrets."

When the other started touching him so gently, he found it impossible to speak. The most he could do was stare, finding himself speechless when the other was touching and talking to him like that. He had once again discovered a whole new side to Dante. Or rather, he had caught a glimpse of the sensual side that had always been there. And boy was it hard to resist.

"...and here too."

A sharp intake of breath.

Why did Dante have to be so good at this?

Time Skip ((Yeah, our little bunnies! Or maybe a wolf and a bunny since Jeremy just always seems to want to eat Dante up xD haha.))

Thank god for their energy and stamina. If someone had told him that they be having sex this much in one morning, Jeremy probably wouldn't have believed it. But now he was just happy to be so lucky with this guy. He still wasn't even sure how he managed to catch him.

"I...can't actually believe this is all happening. Not long ago I never expected to ever see you again in person.... and... now this?"

Jeremy smiled at that and then kissed him in response before the other sat up. "And I couldn't be any happier about that," he smiled softly.

"I've got to go after dinner. Need to pack."

Jeremy had to sigh and pout at that. Damn. He had nearly forgotten, being all caught up in the bliss or whatever. "You know, if you weren't going, you could just stay here with me all day. I'd be everything you needed...minus a toothbrush and some needed clothing," he chuckled and smiled brightly. He didn't actually mean that seriously. But he definitely wanted the guy to stay. But he knew that was impossible.

He groaned when the other stood up. He just wanted to laze around with the other all day.

"I'll cook for you. A farewell gift... and something for you to remember me by."

"Because playing doctor wasn't enough?" He chuckled as he sat up and stretched his arms out. Still. He would never reject a home made dinner. Especially not from Dante.


Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:13 pm

"That would effect you just as much as it would effect me," Dante thought about that for a moment before reluctantly conceding defeat, "Ok... fine..." He huffed a little before grinning along with Jeremy. It was hard to stay 'mad' at the guy, not that he had exactly been mad to start with.

"Last time you kissed it you bit it, so no," Mimicking the guys action, sticking out his own tongue, even if Dante still felt guilty that it had been him to scar Jeremy's otherwise perfect body... even if a small part of him was secretly happy that he had. "Not entirely true..." He said with a grin, "Pretty sure I have been kissing you on and off since last night... and not one bite." He flashed his pearly whites, even as he took a step closer to Jeremy and ran his hand briefly, the contact barely there, down the guys arm and back up again.

"Play doctor, huh? Should I be afraid?" "Only if you're hiding something." Dante countered, "After all... I think this will require a full body examination." Dante lifted Jeremy's hand, kissing each finger tip, each joint, each knuckle before making his way to the palm, the inside wrist.... slow and calculated kisses. Soft and sensuous. "Here seem's fine," He said with a lick of his own lips, one his hands moving to Jeremy's chest... "I wonder if it will be the same here...." His hand trailed downwards. "...and here too."

With that Dante went about worshiping Jeremy and his body, paying attention to every detail, every limb... committing each and every reaction to memory, even as he grinned against the guys skin.

Yes... this was were he belonged.

TIME SKIP (Assuming it will lead somewhere else.. XD always seems to with these two. Tut tut, they just can't stay out of that corner of theirs)

Dante looked up at Jeremy, swirling a finger around and around on the guys chest as he softly leaned on him. He didn't say anything for a while, not feeling the need to shatter the silence since it was far from uncomfortable. Instead he found his free hand slipping into the closest of Jeremy's, giving it a squeeze simply because he could. "You're skin is so warm...." He commented, though he wasn't really surprised by that fact, nor was he overly positive why he felt the need to proclaimed it as such. Still, it was too late now. His swirling finger halted, and Dante lowered his head on to Jeremy's chest. "I...." He chuckled, "...can't actually believe this is all happening. Not long ago I never expected to ever see you again in person.... and... now this?" He blushed a little and shifted to sit up, not caring if the sheet came with him or not. "I've got to go after dinner. Need to pack." He said, a little matter-of-factly, but that was simply because he found himself wondering if he should offer what he was thinking and risk being rejected, or let it lie and hold his tongue.

In Dante's hesitation he found himself standing up instead, "I'll cook for you. A farewell gift... and something for you to remember me by." He said with a wink, he wanted to tease Jeremy, to drive him crazy in some way... but he was drawing up blanks. How could he ensure that Jeremy didn't change his mind while he was away? How could he guarantee the guy would be faithful? Dante knew that trust was needed, and he really wanted to trust Jeremy, had been given no reason not to... but the blinded green eyed monster was clinging to his back. The urge to be possessive, to claim this man in every way for the entire world to know and beyond was like a roar in his ear, so loud it was getting hard to ignore it. Would would have thought, quiet Dante Andrew's having such strong emotions... the guy who had once let the world walk all over him, no longer willing to take a back seat... at least not where this guy was concerned. Yes, he had certainly changed from the 'him' he used to be. It was still undecided if that was a good or bad thing.

"Oh! Before you wiggle your way out of it....SMILE!"

Jeremy was confused at first, but managed to smile right on time. His hair was probably a mess, but hey, both of theirs were far from perfect right now. Though Jeremy couldn't deny that he enjoyed the sex hair look on Dante.

"Hold on," he began, keeping the other beside him as he reached over and grabbed his phone. "One more." He held his phone out so the camera was facing them, then made the other look at him so he could kiss him deeply, taking the picture just as they did. He kissed him for a few more seconds before parting and then looking over to check the picture.

He chuckled a little. "That's a keeper. Be sure to send me the one you took too."

Looks like Jeremy would have to put a lock on his phone again. Couldn't risk anyone getting their hands on this.

He finally stood up and stretched more. "So what are you going to make for me, darling?" He smiled, stretching his arms over his head.

"Though, I must say... I don't object to the idea."

For some reason, that one statement had his heart racing and pounding hard in his chest. He wasn't sure how to interpret it, and was completely clueless as to how to respond. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but...it sounded almost like he was saying he wouldn't mind moving in with him. No, it was definitely wishful thinking. Dante would never propose such an idea, would he? And it definitely wouldn't work out...would it?

He allowed himself to breath when he heard the other chuckle, glad he wasn't actually expected to respond to that, whatever it meant. But he really was almost positive that Dante had meant nothing by it.

Jeremy was surprised by how quickly the other had sent the picture to him, and when he received it, he couldn't help but smile. It was also a good picture. He almost wished they had used an actual camera so he could frame it. Then again, they both had rather nice phones, so printing it would be a possibility...though it would be difficult to find somebody to print it who wouldn't rat them out.

"You too..... please."

Jeremy smiled then navigated through his phone. "Of course," he nodded, quickly sending the pictures. Man, looking at these pictures would be such a treat during work...

Maybe he would ask Dante for a dirty picture after all...this one was already pretty exciting to him. And now he only wanted more. But jeez, if he compiled many more pictures of Dante in his house he was pretty sure he'd be looked at as a stalker.

"Depends what you have in mind, sweetheart."

Jeremy chuckled at that. It was fun using these cliche pet names. As if they were some fifties couple. But he found himself staring at Dante's body as he stretched. Dear lord he was sexy. And the stretching only added to it. No wonder Dante had been staring at him when he was stretching.

"Do you like Japanese?"

"Heck yeah!" He called back with a smile. He didn't think he had the ingredients for anything like that, but it seemed like he was wrong since the other was offering.

There wasn't much food Jeremy didn't like. He had never had Japanese food prepared for him at home. It was usually takeout or at some specialty restaurant.

He walked up behind the other, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on the other's shoulder to get a good look at what was in the fridge. He just stood there for a moment, glancing around at the food before asking "Do you need anything else? I can call a delivery boy to pick us up something from the market," he told him before smiling. "Or should I just bring you an apron?" He chuckled and kissed his cheek. He wasn't sure how messy this dish would be, after all.

"Sorry.... just got an image of my old apron, you and chocolate cake...oh and open shirts that go ignored."

Jeremy laughed at the memory: "I remember that tacky thing!" He laughed, thinking about the apron. "I wonder what shenanigans I can get away with this time," he chuckled

"Beef or chicken?"

Jeremy came back with the apron and helped tie it around him "Chicken," Jeremy decided, then leaning on the counter to watch.

He was fixated on the bow he had tied in the back. For some reason it made him wonder how the other would look cooking in that apron naked. That whole cliche scenario of 'What would you like first? Dinner? Or...me?' He covered his mouth to hold in a laugh as he imagined a blushing Dante shyly asking that as the people often did in those kinds of things. He chuckled a little before hearing Dante.

"Want to help chop?"

That might be a better distraction from his weird thoughts. He responded with a smile and a nod. He walked over to where Dante was and took hold of whatever was asked of him.

He held and sliced the vegetables with the precision he always had, keeping the vegetable steady with each cut. He focused on the way the fibers of the food broke beneath the knife, rather than on Dante, not wanting to come up with any more ridiculous scenarios.

When he was halfway through, for some reason he felt the need to ask. "Did your dad...ever talk about me after that?"

"Do you really want to distract a guy with a knife?"

"Good point," Jeremy chuckled.

Jeremy had wanted to say something flirtations in return but...he was definitely not one for knife play. He had been about to sleep with someone at one point, but then they pulled out a knife, since that was what they were into, and Jeremy bolted out the door. Too many things could go wrong with that, and he wasn't one for unnecessary scars.

"Yes. I wouldn't really explain anything to him.... but he wasn't happy with me."

Jeremy was quite surprised by that response, honestly. He had expected, at most, that his father might have commented once or twice on the news involving him, if it effected their company. Maybe said good riddance every so often. He continued to chop as he listened. But Dante's words amazed him.

"I think he would rather have you for a son than me."

He finished slicing and looked over at the other in concern before he placed his slices in the pot with the rest of it. Dante had a lot of expectations thrust on him. He didn't want him to feel that way at all. He needed all the support he could get with a high position like that, and a manipulative father like his.

"It needs to reduce and cook for a while...I'll set the table."

Jeremy caught the other before he got too far and kissed him briefly. "I'm sure your father is more than happy with you," he assured. "You've done amazing things for the company in such a short amount of time. And from what I could tell when I met him, he loved you competely as his son." Yes, Jeremy definitely caught some of their father-son moments. And it seemed like he took pride as his father. That was one of the things that had made Jeremy a little jealous back then. "He wouldn't compare us like that. And neither should you," he told him before kissing him again and letting him go.

He wanted Dante to be confident in his abilities as a business man. Hell, Dante even intimidated Jeremy whenever he entered his business persona. Not that he would ever tell Dante that. That would just ruin him completely, and he was sure Dante would just use it against him at some point for pure entertainment...Jeremy would if he was in Dante's shoes, at least.

He walked over to grab some silverware and plates to hand it to Dante. "Do you have to leave...right after dinner?"

He really hoped otherwise. He felt like he needed more time than that. Maybe he was being selfish and clingy, but...come on! It just felt so abrupt. But still, he supposed he would need to get over it and just let it be. It was going to happen at one moment or another.

"Not right away, I could pull an all nighter to pack."

"I don't want you to be inconvenienced," he sighed. "I'll just have to put on my big boy pants," he chuckled, though it was still a little sad.

"But if you want to linger with me a little longer...you could always crash at my place tonight."

Jeremy raised a brow at that. While he liked the idea of spending the night at Dante's house, he wasn't sure how that would all work. Still, he didn't want to think too critically about it, like he had so many times before.

"Would I have to hide in a closet and/or climb in or out a window at any point in time?" He chuckled.

He walked over to get himself a bowl of food. It looked a lot different than what he was served at the restaurants. But it smelt deliciously enticing.