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 Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 1:11 pm
It was a little passed two in the morning when they left the theater, making their way out through the sniffling, laughing and cheering crowds into the warm night, carefully meandering through the parking in search of Chris's car. Paris held Chris's hand and clung to his arm, slowly growing tired, but there was too much going on in his head for him to want to sleep now. The end of the movie sparked the end of their night. Paris wasn't sure he was ready to let it end. Saying their goodbyes meant going back home, and at the moment he wasn't of a mind to return there.
They'd had dinner early, nothing fancy tonight, as Paris had warned Chris he wouldn't be dressing appropriately, at least not for an expensive restaurant, and after a quick meal of sandwiches at a small, quaint little deli, they'd arrived at the theater to spend five hours waiting in line, and then another hour waiting in their seats for the movie to start. Most of that time had been spent goofing off with the crowd on Paris's part, while Chris stood by and observed, amused but not the sort to join in. Paris hadn't minded. Truthfully, he wasn't as into the whole thing as many of the others had been, but he would use any excuse to have a good time, to act young and free just a little longer.
"Thanks for taking me," he said as Chris's car came into view. "You really didn't have to. I wouldn't have minded going by myself. But it wasn't so bad, was it? Even if it's not really your sort of thing?" It wasn't as if there'd been drunken idiots running around, just people in robes and kids waving around wands while shouting silly words and teens converging for a night of innocent revelry.
Paris still had a pair of round glasses on his face, which he'd managed to snag from one of the guys who'd been passing them out to those seeing the movie in 3D. He and Chris had seen it regular, but Paris couldn't resist the funny glasses, and had popped the lenses out before sliding the black frames on. He knew he probably looked pretty goofy, but tonight he didn't really care. When they were together, alone but for a crowd of strangers, Paris didn't have to try so hard to impress Chris. He was beginning to like that. Even through his lies, there were still moments when he could be himself.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 6:14 pm
"No, it was fun," Chris quickly tried reassuring his girlfriend, not wanting her to think he hadn't enjoyed himself. "And it's not like I've never read the books or seen the other movies. I'd just never been to a premiere before," he tried to explain. "I didn't know people got so into it. Although... I guess since it was the last one..." he trailed off, glancing back over to the pretty blond hanging onto his arm.
If she hadn't mentioned wanting to go, he doubted he would have been there that night. He liked the series, of course, but he didn't have friends really into it, so there was no reason for him to go. Paris, though, had been good company to have, especially when they'd waited the handful of hours waiting to get into the theatre.
"Those look good on you," he half teased, smiling at her and the round black glasses on her face as he lead her to the passenger side of the car, opening it up for her to get inside. Now that the movie was over, they would just have to work on fighting their way out of the parking lot.
"Did you have a good time?" he wondered out loud when he climbed into the car on the driver's side, hoping he hadn't made things too boring for her. He got most of the trivia questions wrong and didn't remember all the details from the books, but it was better than him asking questions the entire time, right?
It was kind of sad to have the night end, though, and he wished it could go on a bit longer. He was starting to really like Paris. Not that he didn't already like her, but he liked her more when she seemed relaxed and not worried about anything. And being at the movies tonight... he felt like it brought that out a little more.
"Did you want to come over to my place tonight...?" he asked before he could stop himself. "I mean... because it's late... I'd hate to get you home late and wake up people..." he mumbled, biting his tongue as he prevented himself from cursing at one of the drivers behind him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 6:36 pm
Paris stuck his tongue out in response to Chris's teasing compliment, allowing himself to be led to the appropriate side of the car and sliding into the seat once Chris had opened the door for him. Only once he was in the car did he slip the glasses off and slide them into his bright red handbag, which matched the tie printed on his t-shirt and the bangle on his left wrist. He couldn't imagine ever using them again, but he figured he'd keep them anyway as something of a memento.
"Couldn't you tell?" he asked, glancing over at Chris as he climbed in as well, a small grin dancing across his lips. "It was great. I haven't had that much fun just sitting around in a while. And some of the people were so weird. Weird people are fantastically hilarious." Even things that would have normally annoyed him seemed funny when the entire theater was in the midst of a costume party.
He shifted a bit to get more comfortable in the seat, assuming they'd be in the car a little longer than usual. The parking lot was jammed with people and other cars all fighting to make their way out.
Paris was just leaning forward to turn on the radio for a bit of quiet background noise when Chris posed his offer, and he stopped to glance over at him. He'd never been to Chris's place before -- not his apartment or the house he used to live at with his parents, though he was sure Chris had meant the apartment. He'd always wanted to see it, of course. Judging by how much money Chris practically threw around when they went out to dinner, he was sure any place he lived it would seem like a castle compared to Paris's house.
"'People?'" he wondered, and couldn't stop himself from laughing. He finished his movement toward the radio and flipped it out, and music by the Goo Goo Dolls began to softly filter through the speakers. "It's only my dad at home," he corrected him, "though, yeah, he's probably sleeping now. On the couch, as always. He probably left the TV on, too. If I woke him up, the most he'd do is grumble at me and turn over to go back to sleep."
Not that he wanted Chris to take him home. Heavens no! Chris had offered, and Paris saw no reason not to take him up on it.
"But I want to see your place," he told him. "It'll save you the trip across town anyway. If you took me home, you probably wouldn't get back until three, depending on how long it takes us to get out of this mess."
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 10:24 pm
Chris slammed on the breaks, jerking the car to a stop when someone in front of him decided to take their sweet time going through the parking lot, even though they had plenty of space. He resisted the urge to lay on his horn, though, not wanting to ruin how well the night had been going. Okay, so he was just a bit of an aggressive driver, but at least he'd never been in an accident? He came close to it a few times, but it was mostly because other people didn't know how to drive.
"Come on, idiots," he growled under his breath, before glancing over at Paris, glad to see and hear that she'd had a good time. "Me either," he agreed, unable to think of the last time he'd actually enjoyed being around so many people. He might be friendly with others, but he had a feeling that he was on the low end of being an extrovert. Crowds made him uncomfortable from time to time, but tonight wasn't bad at all.
"I would have dressed up if I'd known... I could have been... You Know Who," he joked, grinning over at the girl in the black and red and gold. As fun as that would have been, though, he didn't know the first thing about dressing up in costumes. He wasn't at all like his younger brother, who loved wearing strange outfits from time to time.
"Sorry, you're right," Chris apologized, making sure it was his turn to go through the traffic stop before hitting the gas and getting on their way home to his apartment. "Just your dad... I'd like to meet him sometime, whenever you feel up for it, of course," he added, not wanting her to be uncomfortable about it. "And my parents would love to meet you... Mom has been harassing me about having you over for dinner... But I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with that, too."
Er, maybe he was laying it all on too quickly? Going to his apartment was one thing... He probably didn't need to start asking her over to meet the parents just yet.
"Sorry," he apologized again, not wanting things to get awkward.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 10:49 pm
The aggressive driving didn't bother him. Although, it was a bit surprising. Chris was normally such a calm, level-headed guy. Seeing him actually have a temper was like seeing another side of him. He'd first noted it in his annoyance with his younger brother. The apparent road rage was quite a bit different, but also very amusing. However, Paris figured it wouldn't be good of him to do anything to make it worse, and so he didn't laugh or comment on it as he would have liked to, and pretended as if Chris wasn't grumbling and insulting the pedestrians and other drivers around them.
He only laughed at Chris's costume idea, and reached over to take the hand closest to him off of the steering wheel so that he could loosely hold it.
The idea of Chris meeting his father was not one he was comfortable with. He wasn't afraid of his dad giving him away, nor was he ashamed of him at all. His father was what he was. He simply thought the meeting was unnecessary, and he enjoyed Chris's easy, perfect world too much to want to show him what life was like on the other side of town. Chris had never so much as even been inside of his house, even when his father was out. Paris kept their interactions there restricted to the front door, and tended to hurry them off and away whenever Chris picked him up there.
Being with Chris was an escape from life as he'd always known it, and he'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible.
"I don't know if that's a good idea. My dad's not very easy to get along with," he said, glancing out the windshield. "And he has some bad habits that aren't exactly appropriate for company. He's a bit of a drunk, really. Never in a good mood. He'd probably end up offending you within five minutes."
Paris could handle the insults easily. He knew it was just his father's way, but he wouldn't subject someone who was used to better to something like that.
"But I wouldn't mind meeting your parents. You've told them about me? What are they like?"
He imagined them to be quite glamorous -- a dashing admiral in his fancy naval uniform, and his lovely trophy wife decked out in sparkling jewelry and designer clothes.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:07 pm
Him? Calm and level-headed? Only in some situations. Okay, in most situations, but driving was one of those things that got him riled up quickly. He wouldn't have snapped at her if she'd mentioned anything about it, though. At least he didn't think he would. Probably just grumble some more.
Chris wasn't sure if Paris's father could possibly scare him off, even if he offended him. He'd been around some pretty interesting people in his short life already, but if she wasn't comfortable with it, then he wasn't going to pressure her into it.
"My parents?" he blinked, swerving between two cars that were going way too slow in order to get into another lane, frowning lightly as he thought about the question. "My dad is usually away doing things for work. It's mostly politics and desk work, though. When he's not in meetings, he can usually come home to work in his office. I've been told he's kind of intimidating when people first meet him, but he's got a good sense of humor and is really patient with a lot of things," he said, hoping to paint a decent picture of his father to Paris. "Michael looks a lot like him, minus the grey. I've got my mom's face though, apparently," he said, frowning lightly as he was still unsure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Mom has the most energy in the family, I think. Even more than Peter," he said, easily picturing an exasperated expression on his younger brother's face as their mother showed a little too much enthusiasm for things. "She's... kind of flighty. Always doing something different. Her main hobby is going through different hobbies. Recently she's picked up fishing and sewing things like aprons."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:31 pm
As Paris listened, he played his fingers along the back of Chris's hand, trying not to smile too noticeably wide at the instances of aggression that cropped up whenever they changed lanes or turned onto other streets. He kept himself turned facing the windshield until he was sure he had his expression mostly under control. Chris's descriptions didn't change the imaginary image of Mr. and Mrs. Gallo he had in his head at all. If anything, it only added to it.
"At least she's always around, though, right?" he wondered, paying particular attention to Chris's mother. She sounded so very different from his own. "Isn't she a homemaker? My mom never did that. She used to help Dad out with his store, and then on the weekends she'd waitress at an old diner. She always said she wanted to stay home with me, but I don't believe her. She likes being around other people too much."
His smile shrank a bit before forming a small frown, and his fingers stopped their playing to lace together with Chris's. "Mom left when I was ten," he revealed. "I think I might have said that before, but... well, I don't really talk about it much beyond that. It was... a pretty big thing, I guess. She just packed a suitcase and left. Didn't even say much of a goodbye. The next time I heard from her was when she called me a couple of months later to tell me she was living in New York and had just gotten a new job working as a receptionist at some law firm and to say that she and Dad were getting a divorce. I think she told me before she even brought it up with him. Dad was livid."
He could remember it all very clearly, though he tried not to think of it often. It hurt too much, recalling how easy it had been for his mother to just walk out the door without a backward glance. He remembered how she'd treated him before -- as if she'd loved him, as if he was special to her -- and he wondered, if that was the case, how she could have left like that, as if he didn't matter at all.
"They used to argue all the time, but I never thought anything of it. It'd been that way for as long as I could remember, so it was normal to me. I don't think Mom liked living the way we did. She wanted a nicer house in a nicer area of town, but Dad just... settled for what was easiest. I guess Mom just got tired of everything, me included."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 9:13 pm
Chris let her hold onto his hand, not minding at all. In fact, it was welcome. He nodded to her question. "Yeah, she's always around. She's in different kinds of societies and does charity events and book clubs and things like that, but she's always been there for baseball games and school plays and things like that."
He knew he was lucky. He knew not everyone had a mother who spent most of her time with her family, and he felt a bit of guilt resurfacing when he remembered how upset she'd been when he told her he wanted to move out and live on his own. She eventually went along with it and helped him pick out his apartment, but... he knew she was lonely with dad being gone all the time. And with only Peter as company, well... He was surprised she hadn't gone crazy yet... Then again, Zia probably made herself at home there, too. So it wasn't so bad.
As Paris spoke about her own family though, he made sure to shut up, squeezing her hand in what he hoped was a comforting way. He couldn't imagine how rough it must have been for her, and he never wanted to know. The most he could think of doing for her was to just... hold onto her hand and listen.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, slowing down as they approached the entrance to the parking deck of the apartment complex, waiting for the electronic tag in the front of his car to register with the gate, waiting as it slid to the side to allow the car inside, driving it around to park near one of the entrances to the building and where the elevators would be. "I'm here for you though, okay...? You're worth a lot more than you think, you know," he added, watching her as he spoke. She thought she was part of the reason her mother left...? If she was, then her mother was a b***h for blaming an innocent child for her own faults. If not... her mother was still a b***h, but at least not a stupid b***h.
"Well... we're here," he said, giving her hand a little squeeze again and turning off the car so they could get out and head inside.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2011 9:39 pm
He didn't really know why his mother had left. She'd never told him, and so he could only assume. He figured she felt trapped by everything -- working at a store she didn't have any passion for, putting in more hours at a diner for a little extra cash while her husband sat at home watching ballgames on the television with a case of beer at his side, taking care of a difficult and needy child when she'd still been fairly young. Paris was bitter toward her for it, had lost all trust in her, but in certain ways he thought he could almost understand.
Wasn't he trying to escape, too? Staying away from home as much as possible, spending most of his time with Chris, exploring areas of town and dining in restaurants he never would have dreamed of entering before, avoiding most of the other people and places that had made up his life before simply to hold onto what was new and exciting for just a little longer...
Maybe he was more like his mother than he thought.
He squeezed Chris's hand back. He doubted Chris would ever know what it was like, and he was pretty sure he'd just made things a bit awkward and uncomfortable by revealing that much, but he was happy and content with the support. It was nice to know someone thought he was worth something, even though that someone didn't know the entire truth. Gender wasn't everything. He would still be the same person -- and worth just as much -- whether or not Chris knew.
Paris let go of Chris's hand once they arrived, glancing out the passenger side window, though there wasn't much to see in the parking deck, just more cars. He undid his seat-belt and opened the door to slowly step out, waiting for his boyfriend to lead him in the appropriate direction.
He didn't say anything else about what they'd just been discussing, choosing to change the subject instead. "You live here by yourself?" he wondered. He'd never heard Chris mention anything about a roommate, but he thought not having one would get pretty lonely. Well, he had his dog...
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 11:24 pm
Chris nodded at Paris's question, locking the car with a beep, and then reaching into his back pocket for his wallet so he could use the security card to get inside since it was so late. "Yeah, just me and Annabel. I don't mind it, though. It helps when I get in late," he said with a small grin in his girlfriend's direction. Since he was a super hero and all that.
He lead the way inside, holding the door open for her, and then pressing the button to bring the elevator down. "Mom picked out the apartment, to be honest. She didn't want me moving out so... it was the least I could do... Although I would have been fine with something... less..." he explained with a frown, using the card key to hold in front of the elevator's electronic reader, which apparently read which floor to go up to.
"I'm at the top," he said when it didn't stop after a couple floors. It finally did come to a stop, though, and let them out. Chris paused to pull out an actual key attached to the one for his car, inserting it into the knob of the door at the end of the hall.
It wasn't too difficult to see in the apartment, even with the lights off. Instead, lights from the buildings around the apartment complex were flooding into what looked like a living room area, and when Chris did turn on the lights and shut the door behind him, it was revealed to be just that.
The layout of the entire apartment was open and airy, and the colors matched the openness with earthy browns and white for the furniture, beige walls, and various shades of blue thrown in for accents. The tiniest bit of red was speckled here and there, but not enough to pull attention away from everything else. Paintings and photographs on the walls were that of cityscapes and other various architectural images. The large window with the city lights streaming in was two stories high, and above where the kitchen and eating area was a loft with a glass railing.
"Uh, yeah. There's a bathroom by the kitchen. And that room is my office. Well, it was a second bedroom, but mom thought it would be better if I could give myself a space with no distractions. Uh, living room... and up there is my bedroom. Well, it's not really a room, but it's does the job," he explained, leaning down as Annabel woke up from her spot on the couch and bounded over to them.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 12:33 am
Intrigued, Paris followed Chris into the building and up in the elevator, watching everything he did to access certain things and marveling at how fancy and high class it all seemed. He wondered if there was a doorman out front, but he couldn't tell from the parking deck and he hadn't bothered to look as they'd been driving toward the building.
When they arrived inside the actual apartment and the lights snapped on, Paris stood and stared around and gaped at the utter hugeness of it. He didn't know what he'd been imagining, but it hadn't been anything like this, even though he assumed that Chris's parents were shelling out a lot of money for it. It was spectacular in a way he'd never imagined a college student's apartment could be. Even the apartment that hosted the party they'd met at couldn't quite compare to this. It was expansive and lavish, but everything looked so comfortable, like he could actually touch it and not ruin anything. The living room was bigger than his father's, the kitchen just as large, and the idea of a college student having an office very nearly boggled his mind.
Paris leaned down to pet Annabel in a detached sort of way, not looking at her as he did so but instead continuing to stare around. Once he felt as if he'd spent enough time just taking it in, he leaned over further to take off his heels, intent on exploring but not wanting to scuff up the floors. He set them off to the side by the door, positioned right for him to grab them before leaving, but not out in the middle of everything for either of them to trip on. He vaguely considered that Anna might take it upon herself to chew at them, but he was too amazed to worry about that right now.
He turned to Chris with a bit of a dazed expression on his face. "I'm going to go snooping now. I hope for your sake that you don't have anything embarrassing lying around."
And just like that, he was off. He went to the kitchen first. He always judged a home by the size and proficiency of its kitchen, being that he was the one who cooked most often when he was at home. He peered into a few of the cabinets, examined the stove, even opened the microwave for no other reason than to see it empty and clean inside, turning to run his hands over the island counter-top once he'd shut it, and leaving his purse there before making his way into the living-room. He looked at some of the pictures on the walls, riffled through the magazines stacked on the coffee table -- all sports or baseball related -- and then went to the large window, which was more a glass wall than a window, looking out over the city with his nose practically pressed against the glass, feeling quite childish but not even caring.
He didn't know what to do from there, and went into the back of the apartment to check out the "office" and the bathroom relatively quickly. He didn't want to disturb any of Chris's work, though he couldn't imagine him doing very much with it being summer break, and the bathroom didn't contain more than soap and shampoo and extra toilet paper and toothbrushes, leading him to wonder where Chris kept all his things.
He found out when he scaled the stairs up into the loft and passed through the "bedroom" area without stopping, only to find a second full-sized bathroom. He gaped and had no qualms about going inside, riffling through Chris's cabinets. Indeed, he found his toothbrush there, and his electric razor, nail clippers and q-tips and cotton balls, band-aids and pain reliever and deodorant, and his aftershave, and the shampoos he could always smell in Chris's hair. He looked at the toilet and the shower stall with its glass door, and he wondered how Chris kept it so clean. Maybe he paid someone to do it for him. For some reason, Paris couldn't envision Chris cleaning it himself.
He went back out into the bedroom area. He left Chris's clothes alone, but he flopped over on the low, wide bed, felt how comfortable the mattress was, and then rolled over onto his stomach to reach for the draw in the little table on the bedside. There wasn't much inside, but he found a box of condoms that made him giggle rather immaturely, though he said nothing of it. Boys were boys, and Chris, though charming and quite the gentleman, was no exception.
Paris hauled himself off of the bed once he'd had his fill, seeking out Chris again with a smile. "I like it," he announced, then asked with a cheeky grin, "Where do I sleep?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 1:29 pm
Chris sputtered and blanched a little when Paris dashed off, wondering if he did have anything he'd left laying around that would be embarrassing. This was the last day he needed to have his underwear lon the floor or banana peels on the counter. Thankfully, though, his mother had come over earlier in the day, and despite his 'insistance' that she didn't need to help him pick up his things, she did so anyway. Then again, he hadn't exactly jumped up to help. What? He'd been working on sending an email!
He watched as Paris made her way around the apartment, wary of what she might find, even if he couldn't think of anything that would be incriminating or embarrassing. He paused to pick up her shoes, though, and put them into the closet by the door, definitely not wanting Annabel to get a hold of them. That would have been horrible. He followed her after a few moments, standing awkwardly to the side and hoping she liked the place well enough.
It would be a lie if he said he didn't like the apartment. It definitely wasn't a college kid's apartment, and the openness greatly appealed to him. He was a sucker for uniquely designed spaces, and he just happened to really love the huge window and loft.
Chris followed his girlfriend up the stairs after a little while, frowning lightly at the sight of her looking through his bathroom. Now would be a bad time for a certain cat to come and visit him. Usually she at least texted in advance, but he wouldn't be surprised if she showed up unannounced.
"The bed," he said easily and with a small shrug. "I'll sleep down on the couch." After all, they hadn't known each other for too long, and he definitely didn't want things moving too fast. Paris must be tired, anyway. It was well after two in the morning. "Here, I'll get you something to sleep in... Uh... did you want pants?" he wondered, moving over to the dresser near the window in the loft. It was locked for now, but just outside was the fire escape.
He pulled out a teeshirt after a few moments, holding it up for her to see. "I hope you're not a Yankee fan," he said with a mock grimace, nodding down to an extra large Red Sox tee. "My grandmother never remembers my size... She thinks I'm huge, apparently." Not huge... just tall... and a little broad shouldered.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 2:10 pm
Paris brightened even more at the idea of being able to sleep in Chris's large, comfortable bed, though he didn't see anything wrong with the both of them sharing it. It was definitely big enough for two people -- maybe more -- and he didn't envision any problems so long as they didn't sleep too close and Chris wasn't consumed by a case of wandering hands, which he thought was pretty unlikely at this point. They'd only been dating since May, after all, and had only assumed the labels of "boyfriend" and "girlfriend" a month ago. Wasn't it a bit too early for things like that?
He didn't know. He'd never bothered to learn, but he'd preached a lot to Ladon about taking his time and not rushing, so he figured a month was much too soon for Chris to start pawing at him like that, especially since he'd made it clear to him before that he'd like to "take things slow." He supposed this and Ladon's circumstance was a bit different, as he wasn't deluding himself into believing that he and Chris were "in love," but he figured the same principle should still apply.
Thus, he said nothing about it. Not right away. Instead, he focused on the shirt Chris was holding up for his inspection.
"My mother lives in New York. My mother probably goes to Yankee games in New York with her fancy pants boss. I'm mad at my mother, so I hate New York, so I think it stands to reason that I'd hate any team from New York," he said with a smile, leaning up to give Chris a quick peck before taking the shirt from him. "Don't worry. You're safe. I will proudly prance around your apartment in this shirt and take pictures of myself wearing it and send them to my mother in the hopes that she'll be offended by it."
He didn't mean it. He wasn't really going to send any pictures to his mother, as that would lead to way too many questions from her that he would surely not feel like answering, but the thought itself was amusing.
"And no, no pants," he added, holding the shirt up to himself. "This should be long enough. I don't really like pants anyway."
He grinned again and headed for the stairs to trot back down. "I'll just grab one of the extra toothbrushes in the bathroom downstairs to use and get changed. I won't be long."
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 7:39 pm
Chris stared at Paris as he went through her list of why she didn't like New York, and he was torn between being concerned about her dislike for her mother and amused that she would be all for wearing his shirt. He laughed, handing it over and nodding to her when she decided it was good enough and she didn't need pants.
Oh jeez, she was going to be walking around his apartment without pants? Oh, that was going to be great for his nerves... not... Hopefully he won't end up feeling too awkward and uncomfortable. After all, when was the last time he'd had a girl running around his apartment with no pants on? Yeah, never.
He blinked when Paris went to head back down the stairs. "Uh, sure," he mumbled, shifting awkwardly in place, before heading to his own bathroom and quickly pulling out the things he needed to get ready for bed. He wondered if she would be okay if he just wore his boxers or if he should find pants to wear. He pulled on a shirt, too, for decency. Not that it was bad to walk around without a shirt on, he just... didn't think it would be very appropriate. After fumbling with his toothbrush, he managed to get it in his mouth and started getting ready for bed. Like... brushing his hair and making sure to use mouthwash.
Er, right...
After that was all done, he shuffled around in his room for a bit, before slowly wandering down the stairs to see what Paris was up to. He didn't want to bother her if she was getting ready to go to sleep still, so he didn't rush down.
"Paris...?" he called out, cautiously, "Do you want anything...? Uh... extra blankets or... a snack?" He didn't know what she'd want!
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 8:00 pm
He took his time getting ready for bed, seeing no reason to rush, setting the shirt down once he'd locked himself in the bathroom, and turning the taps on so he could wash the make-up from his face. He brushed his teeth next, using one of the extra toothbrushes under the sink, snooping around a little more as he did so and finding nothing new.
He slipped out of his clothes, his shirt, his skirt, the legwarmers on his legs, the bangle on his wrist, in nothing more than his panties before grabbing the shirt and pulling it on over his head. It was large on him. He felt as if he'd drown in it. It easily reached his thighs and fell nearly halfway down, and the sleeves that were supposed to be short almost reached his elbows. It covered him perfectly, though the collar was a bit big and he'd have to be careful about bending or leaning over and exposing part of his chest.
Finished, he picked up his clothes and left the bathroom, coming out to meet Chris just as his boyfriend came downstairs.
"Oh, no. Thanks, though. I'm good," he replied, taking a few moments to peer around a bit more, before deciding he was probably be a bit too intrusive and turning back to Chris, his clothes still in his hands. He'd just take them upstairs with him, in case he felt like slipping them back on as soon as he awoke the next morning. "Are you sure you'll be okay on the couch? I don't mind sharing the bed. It's big enough. Or I could sleep on the couch if you'd rather have the bed to yourself. I don't mind. I've slept in worse places."
He didn't really want to trade the bed for the couch after feeling just how comfortable the bed actually was, but he thought he should at least be polite and try to pretend as if he felt bad for it. He did a little bit, but not enough to make him argue against it for long.
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