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There had been a very long pause where neither had said anything. The air was getting progressively more and more chilled as night came in. Fortunately, because this beach was used publically, there were small lanterns that flicked on and illuminated the beach in a hazy orange glow. The onset of night did not quell the battles between the avians however.

Raissen's deep blue eyes watched the ocean, denying that he was getting cold. Shoeless and not dressed in layers, Raissen was slowly curling in on himself to keep from shivering. Thoughts shifted through his mind in a miasma, broken only when Ptah's voice found itself again.

"What have you never done in your whole life?"

Those blue eyes turned to look at Ptah again, marveling at how much older he seemed now. It must be the mood, really. When one was at a rave, they didn't seem old at all.

What had he never done?

Lots of things. He'd never kissed someone he'd really wanted to. He'd never been out on a date. He'd never spent the night under the stars, or skinny dipped, or had an out of body experience. He'd never meditated, or experimented with mind altering drugs, or even played a simple game of hide and seek.

And of course, he'd never had sex, either.

But that was reading way too far into the question. Ptah's smile didn't lead him into thinking that was what was meant. Raissen reddened with the thought, and he looked away, so his eyes would not reveal his thoughts. He was devoted, yes. Devoted, damn it!

When he'd regained himself, Raissen quietly responded,
"I've never...camped out with someone I wasn't related to." was all he could think off to say that would involve he and Ptah and nothing improper.

Raissen blinked at Ptah as he started giggling at him. Suddenly sheepish, it was obvious that he HAD meant what Raissen doubted, and that made him run ever more red. Oh dear.

He was watching Ptah's face completely light up with the laughter and smiled himself, happy to have at least amused his friend for a while. Ptah looked best when he was laughing, the expression just kind of well... suited him better.

"No, no, i'm not in a relationship. I just...didn't think you...well..." He let the sentance die as he grasped Ptah's hand and stood up, stretching out, and wincing as icy air shot up his skirt, causing it to jingle once again.

"Sure, that's fine with me. I needed some time out, anyway. Dian's such a tightwad, even more so now." Raissen said, stretching out again and grabbing his blanket.

"You live near here?"

No, untrusting was not the word, unless it was untrusting of himself. Yes, Raissen didn't trust himself, it was as simple as that. His own thoughts, emotions, and his own body he didn't have one fragment of trust for. He'd been betrayed by himself before, and so now played it safe, taking timid steps.

When he was with Ptah though, he felt, new, and well, he wanted to try new things, and let himself go, if only for a little while. Ptah's confidence seeped into Raissen, and he had faith that the man wouldn't get him hurt, or use him.

His blue eyes were laughing as it was Ptah's turn to lose a little bit of self control. The pink of his blush stood out more than Raissen's did, his tanned features a good cover. On Ptah though, it was plain obvious. Even the makeup didn't hide it. Raissen folloed Ptah up the short path to the parking lot, and admired the bike.

Add that to another thing he'd never done- ridden on a motorcycle.

Raissen chuckled just a little bit, "I'll try to refrain." He said, knowing full well it'd be a struggle not to turn red holding onto Ptah on the open road.
"I think if you do the same, we might live long enough to make it home?"
Raissen's midnight eyes held confidence in Ptah.

Raissen's laugh was lost to the cool night air, as was the faint jingling of his skirt as he was towed along after the candy kid. The walk thankfully wasn't too hot, or he'd had burnt his bare feet, but they were favored that night, the conditions seemed perfect.

The corny line just caused his smile to beam ever more. He'd hate to admit it, but corniness was a major weakness, espeially with how heavy his family always was. It was a well appreciated effort.
"But of course." Raissen exended his hand and grasped Ptah's, sensually sliding up behind him and straddling the bike as well, careful to not lift his skirt too high and reveal his lacy black underwear.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a thought chimed that he was riding 'b***h'. but he squeltched that thought and wrapped his arms around Ptah's slender torso, lightly nuzzling at a solid shoulderblade as he sought to get comfortable.
In all honesty, he was nervous, motorcycles were wild, and on a one on one battle with a car or the road, always lost.
"Ready when you are."

Raissen thought on pacing as they sat in silence for a minute, waiting for the bike to warm. The rumble beneath him was like a cat, just waking and releasing an awakening purr. The redhead braced as Ptah revved the cat, tightening his grip slightly. This was it, he thought, do or die.

The ride was more smooth than he'd imagined it would be, Ptah expertly handling it like he handled himself, like dancing. Smooth, and fluid, and alive. At first he'd had his eyes closed, but he was shielded from the whipping wind, and opened his eyes to the blur of trees around them. The individual melded together into a wall of green, broken by the occational rock and bare patch, where the moon winked at them for a bare moment before being hidden away again. This close to it all, without an aluminum shield between them, and the outside, it was so much more real.

Do.

One of the turns was particularly tight, the motorcycle coming frighteningly close to the edge of the road, and it was all Raissen could do to keep from shifting too much on the bike and potentially causing ruin. Instead he just closed his eyes again, his faith in that Ptah knew what he was doing, because Raissen was sure as hell clueless.

Don't think, just do.