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 Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2019 4:51 pm
What on earth had he done.
This was not the first thought that Steele had upon waking - the first was something along the lines of where the hell am I and the second was why is it so warm. The third, however, came on the tails of a dawning realization of the answer of both of the first two.
He was in a cabin. He was in a cabin, and he'd powered down so that he was no longer Alabaster, and he was warm because he was currently sprawled on the hardwood floor of said cabin, with a long, lithe body pressed against his own, a face pressing against his bare shoulder.
Steele's sleep sluggish mind took a moment to take in all of this, and then, internally, he made a screeching noise that was otherwise perfectly soundless outside of his head, but inside rattled around like someone had just dumped a pile of marbles into his brain.
He'd kissed Sinoite. He'd kissed Sinoite, of all damn people. Ten years Steele had been celibate - not by choice, but really because there had never been anyone he'd found that could reach his standards (sort of). Ten years of hopping around, flirting and schmoozing his way to the top, and he'd blown all of that in one night because he hadn't been able to stop himself from kissing Sinoite.
Not just kissing. Steele was all too aware of the fact that he wasn't currently wearing any clothes, and that there were new aches and pains that had nothing to do with the fact that he'd just slept on a hardwood floor. If he closed his eyes, he could still see the hungry triumph in Sinoite's eyes, still feel the impatient hands dragging at his clothes, the press of his mouth, over and over again, warm skin against warm skin.
What on earth had he done?
It wasn't morning yet. In fact, Steele doubted he'd been asleep for more than a few hours at most, considering how dark it still was outside. He could hear the wind howling, rattling against the windows, and Sinoite's - no, not Sinoite, the civilian of Sinoite - arm was loose around Steele's bare waist.
He didn't move. He tried very hard not to relive what had just happened, but he couldn't actually stop thinking of it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2019 6:40 pm
Ashley didn't have to think about what he had done.
He knew. He was comfy, using one of the blankets as a pillow. Bodies shifted and the man barely stirred to wake.
In fact, he slept quite comfy and content next to Alabaster or whatever his name was in his civilian form.
Unless Steele forced him awake, Ashley celebrated his triumph with a comfortable amount of sleep. Kuropeco /waits for Steele's internal scream to come outward
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2019 4:20 pm
There was no pillow for Steele to turn his face into, just the guy's arm stretched out underneath his head, and that didn't work, so instead Steele just put his hands up to his face and screeched internally for approximately the length of time it had taken him to fall prey to Sinoite's charms.
Or lack thereof. Because that damned nuisance brat was not charming.
Steele pulled his hands away from his face, then pushed himself slowly upwards, trying very hard not to wake Sinoite - not Sinoite - whatever the hell his name was - as he moved. His body twinged in places it shouldn't, back aching, and Steele made an inadvertent noise of protest, teeth gritted together against the sound.
Moving was effort. Maybe he should just lay back down.
Maybe he should just kick something really really hard and that would make this all better.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2019 4:55 pm
Of course Sinoite was charming.
He felt the movement and an arm came up possessively to keep Steele in place.
"It's cold." He growled, turning and looking up at the blonde through a cracked eye.
"We ain't leaving soon. It's still snowing." He could hear the wind rattling and the cold still permeated through. "Wanna go another round?" He smiled, quickly. "I could work up an appetite for...." His mouth nibbled at Steele's hips.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2019 6:54 pm
Damn it.
He'd managed to sit up most of the way, but there had been a movement behind him before he could actually stand, and now he was trapped. Steele turned his head and caught a glimpse of purple hair spread out on the blankets beneath them. Outside, the wind screeched noisily, rattling past, and the darkness pressed in everywhere, still lost in the depths of night.
"Says you," Steele retorted, then felt his face turn scarlet at the touch of teeth on bare skin. He jumped, flushing and flustered, and nearly toppled over, the blankets tangling around him.
"S-stop that," he managed to get out with only a small fraction of his usual bravado. "What are you doing?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2019 9:38 am
Lord this man was a jumpy one. "Says me." Since Ashley didn't know his name, he opted for the next best thing. "What are you talking about, Old man? Why you so jumpy?"
He grinned, raising himself up so the he towered just a little over Steele.
"I'm nibbling on skin that I nibbled on last night." To emphasize his point, he pressed a red kiss mark at the base of his neck.
"You don't get to regret it, by the way." Ashley smirked, "Since you were the one to jump me first. I just got the job done." He stood now, going over to the fireplace and tossing whatever he could find to light it. They'd have to dig up floorboards most likely, but hey.
At least he felt limber enough to do it. Like a well spoiled cat.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2019 10:09 am
"I am not," said Steele, with as much dignity as he could muster when he was sitting naked on a pile of blankets after just having let a much younger man screw him until he couldn't remember his own name, "jumpy, thank you very much. It's cold out."
It was a lame excuse, but he was ignoring this fact, especially considering that there were now lips against the back of his neck and Ashley was stupidly tall for his own good. Steele made a strangled noise in his throat, face flushing, but Ashley was already moving, lithe and limber as a lean cat, moving to tend to the fire.
Steele felt his mouth drop open a little. He snapped it shut again, grabbing for the blankets to cover himself up.
"What do you mean you 'got the job done?'" he said, outrage lacing his voice, which was already a little stained with embarrassment at the whole situation. "You - we - "
He was spluttering a little. Steele reigned it in.
"Are you telling me you didn't enjoy - "
His mouth shut again, color flooding his cheeks.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2019 10:19 am
"Yeah, you're jumpy Old man." Ashley had the fire going, but he didn't really deem clothes nesscary. The cold helped.
He head turned over to look at him.
"You and me, yes, we had sex." Ashley rubbed his jaw but it was Steele's reaction that made him stop.
"I enjoyed it. But I'm not the one jumping around in ratty blankets acting like I scandalized your pure virgin body. Better question, ******** it, My name is Ashley by the way. Anyways. The better question is...."
He smirked, "And I know the answer, but you'll have to answer yourself."
"Did you enjoy it?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2019 11:15 am
He was not appreciating the view he was not appreciating the view he was not appreciating the view he was not -
Steele's jaw tightened at the look that was given him. He wasn't entirely sure why he was acting the way he was, but something about the blatant and unrepentant way it was said - yes, we had sex - made Steele feel wildly out of his own element.
He'd had sex. With...not Sinoite, but also Sinoite. The upstart, obnoxiously smug brat who worked for a mysterious general who had also punished Alabaster for being late that one time because Stillwaterite had reprimanded him.
Thinking about Stillwaterite still made him angry. He pushed it aside and focused on the rest of what was being said to him.
"I did not say - " Steele took a sharp breath, committing the name Ashley to memory with a narrow eyed look at the other man. He seemed perfectly at ease here in this dark cabin in the middle of the night in a snowstorm, whereas Steele...
It was a balm to his ego to hear that it had been enjoyed, but the question made Steele flush even darker. He opened his mouth, then shut it. Opened it and shut it again. Opened it a third time, and felt something in his chest twist painfully.
"...my name is Steele," he said, somewhat grudgingly, and then, in a quieter voice that nevertheless sounded as though he was speaking through clenched teeth, "If I say...yes...hypothetically speaking...then what then?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 6:52 pm
Ashley was at ease. Good sex and a sense of accomplishment really did wonders for the skin. It was like he was glowing next to the fire.
"Steele eh. Sounds fake." He rolled his eyes, "What's your job again? I think you said you were some kind of schmooze." He reached over for his boxer briefs, pulling them up over muscled legs and rolled his eyes again.
Coming out of the closet kind of guys were always such a ******** pain.
"Means you're gay Steele." He didn't smoke, but there was liquor so he grabbed the bottle and held it up. "And we can ******** again if you like. Sounds good eh?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 7:08 pm
"It's not fake," Steele growled, even though it absolutely was, but there was only one person in the world other than his parents who knew his real name and Steele was going to go to his grave hiding that. "And I'm a lawyer, you a**."
Ashley was acting as though this whole...whatever it was...was just a normal, average, every day occurrence. It didn't seem to bother him or worry him or concern him in the slightest, which was making Steele irrationally irritated for some reason. This felt like a monumental step into the abyss and yet Ashley was treating it like...nothing.
His mouth dropped open.
"I am not - "
Steele snapped his jaw shut again. Possibly his cheeks were the color of a fire engine on fire; he was radiating as much heat as the fire itself, Ashley meandering around in just a pair of boxer briefs that hid absolutely nothing from the imagination.
"Oh, sure, yeah, sounds great," Steele said sarcastically. "Yes, everything is just swell."
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 9:52 pm
"Pretty defensive for a name, Steele." He took a swig of the bottle, "The Lawyer. How many case you with that poker face of yours."
He didn't know what Steele wanted from him. To comfort him? Pat him on the a** and tell him good job Sport, every guy gets a little experimental. Ashley knew he was bisexual since he was a teen, and he knew he preferred men over women since he was twenty. Sure his was only twenty-five now, but that had given him five years to perfect what he liked.
He liked Steele well enough. Man was fascinatingly irritable and he could see it growing.
"You're what....not gay?" Ashley rose a brow, "Then bisexual. It's not a ******** crime anymore." He also knew that Steele was watching him, so he made sure to turn his body to the best angles that fire could play over for him.
"If you got a problem with it, then you can walk right out the door, Alabaster, and get on with your life. Or you could get over whatever hitch is in your a**." He strode over, handing the bottle to Steele. "I'm not gonna hold your hand."
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 4:31 pm
"I'll have you know I'm a great lawyer," Steele said, voice tinged with outrage. It was one thing to question the rest of his life, but his professional life, he was damned good at. Mostly. If Nora would stop writing out his depositions in purple glitter, they'd be peachy.
His face grew hotter the more that Ashley talked, Steele's lips pressing into a thin line. He couldn't help the dip of his gaze, as much as he tried, following the strong lines of Ashley's body stretched shamelessly out in front of him. The fire behind him cast him in a sharper light with sharper shadows, rendering him lithe and limber and all too appealing.
He didn't know what he wanted, that was for damn sure. Steele gritted his teeth together, feeling the stain of humiliation on his face, the ensuing frustration and anger and the reminder that he had made this decision. He had pushed aside the feelings for over a decade now; he couldn't very well ignore it.
He wanted to. Very badly. He wanted to pretend this night had never happened.
He also wanted to make sure that it happened again.
"Look, it's not - " Steele made a hissing sound through his teeth, looking up at Ashley as the bottle was offered to him. "It's not that easy, t**t. I can't just...this is new for me, is that so damn hard to understand?"
But he still reached out a hand from under the blankets and took the bottle.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2019 8:27 pm
"Yeah it is." Ashley squinted, "New as in you haven't had sex ever, or new as in you haven't had sex with a dude?" He'd feel a little bit guilty if Steele was like some 30 year old virgin.
But Ashley didn't hold his hand, like he said and let the bottle go to the blonde.
"What's your hitch then? You think it's gonna ruin your life?" Ashley rose a brow, "Honestly, not the first man to say that to me. I consider it a sort of pride."
Sometimes it was a pride that he expressed on canvas, and it wasn't really pride, but anger and resentment.
"I don't have inclination to look at finer details. So if you need sympathy after a ********, you came to the wrong man." He sat down, resting his back against the bed that they didn't use.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 4:58 pm
"I am not a virgin, thank you very much," Steele said, still trying to maintain some semblance of dignity - but all things considered, he was rapidly running out of the dignity juice. Rob would have said that he had none at all, but ******** Rob.
There was a pause and then Steele said, somewhat grudgingly, his face still aflame, "The second one."
Because he'd buried that part of himself way too deep and had never even allowed himself to consider it, that was what his deal was, but Steele wasn't about to dump his entire life story on a guy he'd just had sex with and who would probably not take him seriously as it was.
"A pride of what, exactly?" Steele muttered. "You mean I'm too proud to let someone near me? I don't think it'll ruin my life."
Which was perfectly true. Only his head. He squinted at Ashley where he sat a few feet away, looking unreasonably comfortable in spite of the fact that he was bare chested and it was the middle of a snowstorm. The firelight cast a warm glow across all that expanse of skin, giving it a rich, golden tinge.
Unfair, Steele thought, and then said, "I don't need sympathy. I don't want it."
There was another pause. Eventually he added, "It's just new, all right? I didn't say I didn't...like it. In fact, I think I said the opposite, you cretin."
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