Duration: March 2014~
Status: Ongoing
Richter - MissPearlescent
Caspian - me
Comments: <3
***
"There are times when being straight to the point suits the situation more than beating around the bush... Though I can't help but think perhaps I'm being more direct than usual, am I being too forward?" Caspian frowned slightly, resting his weight against the table and brought a hand to lightly massage his collared nape.
Truth be told, the mer found nothing offensive about his honesty towards the other. Often than not, it was everyone else who had an issue with his knack for it. But from the turn out of things, the brunet didn't seem scandalized at all. If anything, he was taking all pretty well. Caspian liked that. It was good to be in the fine company without any pretenses.
He turned to Richter who was just as intoxicated as he was. Okay, maybe not as much judging from how the brunet had literally loosened up his garments. Once again, the mer couldn't help but stare, sighing briefly before glancing elsewhere. The blond's breath got caught in his throat coupled with his cheeks darkening. Clearing his throat, he took his glass and sipped, discreetly eyeing him through his glass. The gods are testing me..., the mer thought to himself as he squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. Eventually he rested them on Richter, eyes half lidded and glazed and doing it's best to keep his line of sight north of the equator.
Caspian nodded, "Quite. You have been most charming, as well as gracious a host to me. It's been a pleasure being here in this conversation in confidence." He smiled, slightly raising his glass as it in toast then raised it to his lips for another sip. Once the glass had been settled back on the surface, the blond let out a thoughtful hum and chuckled a little, "Also, you're taking my words quite well than most people I've met in my lifetime---" He paused then smiled secretively, "And---about that." Another pause, a nervous laugh, "Well, I apologize if I'm not the most subtle... I didn't mean for that. I suppose you could say I have an eye for details... And that I make no efforts to disguise my thoughts about that."
The mer rested his chin atop his interlaced fingers, sighing to himself, "You interest me. You're a very beautiful person. I feel sorry for those who don't see any value in that."
The question was what and to what extent. Today had been rather fruitful. Revelations were made which sufficiently made him question more than ever.
***
Richter shook his head. There was no limit to being too forward in his mind because he could relate. He grew up with everything served on a silver platter. If he hated something or someone, he didn't deny it. He would give it to them as if he was writing it right across their face. He still does but in not such a bratty manner after reaching his mature years of young adulthood.
"No, you're not too direct at all. I find it enjoyable," he mused. His hand ran across his own chest as he momentarily closed his eyes. His hand nonchalantly slid upward on his chest until reaching his shoulder where it rested. After his eyes had closed, he felt like the other was watching him. The feeling brought him to reopen them only to see the other looking at him with half lidded glazed eyes.
For a moment, the male's words were sounding like a good bye. He felt saddened and wasn't quite sure why though he had ideas. It had been a while since he enjoyed someone else's company so much. For some time he had started to grow a little lonely in more ways than just friendship.
Relief overcame the drunken Richter when male continued speaking. So he's not saying goodbye... He smiled to himself while his eyes glazed downward. Only did they look back when he was told by Caspian that he was beautiful and interesting.
His cheeks became colored in a darker shade of red. He quickly looked away out of embarrassment. He didn't understand himself. He enjoyed compliments. People complimented him all the time. Yet, the male's words effected him this way.
It must be the alcohol.
"I'd say you are making a move on me with comments like that, Caspian. Normally a man does not call another man beautiful."
***
Normally men don't call each other beautiful?
Caspian frowned slightly. It's not normal... But why? He asked himself inwardly, unable to wrap his head around the idea. He could find no fault in openly admiring Richter and putting it into spoken word. From where the mer came from, this was far from sinful and was most welcomed. Compliments of this type were fairly normal to him whether they were addressed to him or others. Strange.
He sighed, screwing his eyes shut and gave himself time for thought. The man may have looked human, may have lived a few years on dry land but suddenly he realized he wasn't exactly human. This was a new revelation on his part. Suddenly, the blond felt out of place, well he always had been but...not being privy to this only seemed to drive him deeper into a rather dark mood.
Not quite mer, not quite human either.
Licking his lips and pushing his less than sure thoughts aside, he let his eyes fall upon Richter, studying him quietly and hummed on a positive note. The human was easy on the eyes and made for pleasant company. Calling him beautiful was the truth. There was nothing wrong with that.
But... "Making moves, huh," The mer looked thoughtful even with the cloudy dark eyes and serious expression on his features. Drunk, flushed but not a single hair out of place or an unfastened button on his borrowed dress shirt. "Maybe I am... Maybe I'm not. It's far too early to put a name to this. However, I'm sure that I'd like to get to know you better. You really do interest me. I do hope that you'll allow me to---on your terms of course. How much and how far you'll let me get to know you will be your decision." Caspian steepled his fingers, letting his pointer fingers rest against his lips and nodded to himself, actually agreeing with words. That went well, at least he didn't embarrass himself unwittingly this time.
He felt relaxed and quite at home in the presence of the young man. It was a foreign feeling, to be this content and calm. How did his human peers call it... Caspian found himself 'clicking' with the brunet more or less. Was it because Richter was mostly a stranger still? There was safety of that anonymity that couldn't be denied. Or perhaps because his host was human and he was acting on his lust? The mer couldn't tell for sure. There were too many questions. He wanted to take things in stride somehow.
"I like talking to you, Richter. I enjoy that you allow me to feel relaxed and at home enough in your presence. I don't need to 'act accordingly' so to speak. It's rather pleasant. You don't flinch either when I get too...detailed." The last part had been spoken with a laugh in his tone. Caspian eventually laughed then continued, "People normally put me on a pedestal and regard me differently because I'm a foreigner and cut above the rest. It's good to be addressed as a person for once than a marble edifice to stare and gawk at. I'm as warm blooded as everyone else too.."
In a moment of wine induced courage, the blond decided it would be the best idea to make contact. He leaned forward, dragging his chair with him across the floor with an audible screech. Caspian extended his hand and brushed the back of his hand against Richter's cheek and sighed at the warmth of his skin. It felt nice.
***
Humans normally do not call fellow humans "beautiful" unless the opposite sex. If a man called another man beautiful, the comment was disregarded and the male could be ridiculed for it or something along the lines. At least from Richter's perspective. He of course meant no harm in what he said because naturally he assumed the other was human too. He didn't think that the other might get depressed nor was he looking to see it because the atmosphere quickly changed.
It confused him a little when the other did not clarify nor truly deny that he was making a move on him. It was a casual joke so he hadn't expect such an answer but by then, he supposed he should have already learned that Caspian was an honest man. So far there had been many times where Caspian surprised him with his answers.
Richter was ready to reply after the other admitted to like talking to him. In all honesty, he liked talking to him too. The man was good company even if they had spent... oh gods. It was already evening. He hadn't realized it because he was truly enjoying his company for once. Normally he watched time like a hawk until it was time to leave. Not with Caspian.
He turned his head to make his reply but only to be caught by surprise once more. Not by anything Caspian said but by the sight of Caspian leaning forth and reaching out to him. Normally the reaction would be to flinch away but Richter didn't. He stayed still as the hand brushed against his cheek. The hand felt a little cold but he didn't hate it.
What was the meaning of it?
Maybe it was the alcohol but Richter found himself not caring for the reason. It was hard enough to even comprehend with his mind going off the diving board into a drunk conscience. His eyes were glazed and half lidded much like the other. It felt like the longest time that he simply stared at Caspian's face.
"Caspian..." The name rolled off the tip of his tongue softly like a coo. It had meant to sound as a question but it did not come out as one. Not too soon after the name left his lips, Richter stood with the chair pushed back by his legs and releasing a bearable noise.
Richter leaned forth with his hands baring the weight of his upper body as they placed themselves on the table. The gap between the two came to a close as with the same wine induced courage, Richter's lips made contact with Caspian's own pair.
***
Was it evening already? He couldn't tell really. It was hard without a time keeping device of any sort. The mer kept none of those whenever he was on two legs. Being bipedal was his monthly vacation from being himself at the kingdom. Gone was the need for restraint and discipline. No routine, no wards, no nothing... Time was plenty and could be spent leisurely. There was no rush at all.
Lunch had filled his stomach much and there no pangs of hunger either.
All of his focus was in that moment in time, seated across Richter and the harsh beating of his heart as he waited on bated breath. What would the brunet say about his proposal? Would he be turned away or happily accepted? It was hard to tell. He didn't know him well enough to be able to properly predict a response, whether favorable or otherwise. The blond was hopeful however, inclined to think that his host would allow him to be his friend, the very least. Though Caspian was aware his charms and wiles, he wasn't sure enough that it would be enough to reel the other in. Nor would he resort to using his sorcery over him. No. That would be cheating. So his response had to be, should be out of the human's free will.
Yes, friendship. As simple and innocent as that despite what had transpired. He was a simple man and easy to please. That would be most sufficient to sate his big but very empty heart.
Caspian gritted his teeth and leaned back against his chair, hands fisting against his lap as he wished for the best. He was stiff as a board with his shoulders sagging dejectedly. The pessimist in him sprang to life, whispering otherwise and made him sigh sadly. If he were to be rejected---well, he supposed he could deal with that. Nipped at the bud, so to speak. At least, before anything began and the mer could begin to invest anything tangible enough.
He opened his mouth to speak but his words were caught at his throat when he watched Richter rise from his seat, with a gaping mouth. The mer's face was painted in confusion as he continued observing that the brunet was now leaning forward, towards him and caught his parted lips with his own.
It felt like eternity until it registered that Richter was kissing him. For the entire while, Caspian was just there, seated all prim and proper with a mouth over his. No reaction, no nothing. When it finally DID occur to the blond, he automatically closed his eyes and pressed against the other, chastely. He raised a hand and held it against the other's cheek, cupping it with his palm. When he opened his eyes and broke away from the brunet, Caspian rubbed his thumb on the man's cheekbone and gave him a most enchanting smile. "Richter---"
Well, he wasn't expecting this kind of response. But then... Didn't he just make mention of Richter being a man of action who would take what he wanted---
Wait.
WAIT.
Thoughts came flooding in too fast. Everything was happening too suddenly. There was no time to reflect.
***
...
For a moment, Richter felt no reaction. Did he make the wrong move? Was the kiss too much of an answer to give? He could have vocalized his response to Caspian's proposal but Richter's nature had taken affect. He took what he wanted and even with the wine infecting his system, that part of his personality did not change.
It had him worried because the moment felt too long. Almost an eternity. But that worry was replaced with relief when the male finally responded but in a satisfying manner.
He kissed him back.
A subtle cold reached his cheeks that belonged to none other than Caspian's hand. The close contact soon became a warmth from the shared heat. Momentarily his eyes closed during the kiss only to reopen the moment the lips part. He looked into the dark onyx, almost enchanted by the mysterious color.
Morals were gone by then. The mind lacked time to reflect on the body's actions. A cunning smile then placed itself upon Richter's lips. Maintaining his balance with one hand, his hand moved up and caressed Caspian's cheek. His fingertips slowly glided along the soft texture of skin until reaching below the chin.
"You feel warm blooded to me," he mused, in reference to what Caspian previously told him. "You have my answer, Caspian."
The very hand that graced Caspian's chin reached around in a motion of gently bringing Caspian's head a bit closer to his reach. At least enough for Richter to bring his lips to Caspian's ear for a whisper.
"Get to know me, if you so desire."
Just after those sweet words did Richter's lips tenderly kissed Caspian's neck just near the throat below the jaw. He withdrew back a foot and still within Caspian's reach. "You tell me you are a forward man so why don't you tell me what you really want?"
***
No words left his mouth. This was one of the very few times in his life that the mer was actually at a loss for words. He could only stare in---filled with so much that he couldn't help but feel unbearably full. So many questions, so many things to consider---there was an obvious need to reflect. Words. There was a rush, no a flood of so much to say, to do inside that left him a mess inside. It was maddening.
Caspian looked like he was in a daze with the onslaught on his person. He was caught breathless and off guard by the way Richter decided to confer his response to his proposal. It wasn't even his intention to moan and lean towards those teasing kisses and whispers. But alas... He was definitely shaken with the obvious sag and laxness of his posture and demeanor. It wouldn't be too far out to say he looked lost in the moment.
One hand curled into a tight fist till his nails dug deep into his palm and eased out against his lap, there---finally, words were finally coming to him. No, later, perhaps... The other hand returned to the brunet's cheek, gently palming against the warm face then idly tracing the contours of cheek and jaw ending upon the lips that had caught his own not too long ago. The blond's lips curled into a smile of contentment as he raised his jet black eyes at him. He peered at him with a look of surprise and awe. There was something in those dark pair of eyes that seemed akin to...mischief? Not quite. Caspian began to inhale and exhale in rapid succession, eventually returning to a normal pace as he felt his composure back.
"My, my..." He started with a satisfied rumble as he retracted his hand and folded it in pair across his chest. Caspian leaned back against the chair and tilted his head towards Richter, studying the brunet at the given proximity. The distance was short and easy to breach. It felt like an invitation and a temptation to break in the other's personal space. "It's been awhile since I've been seduced." A pause. Seduced successfully that is."..Both with words and action. You're good. I'll give you that." The blond nodded, rather pleased at the turn out of events. When was the last time someone stepped forward with their feelings? It was difficult to recall. "But I must inform you that I'm not going to be easy."
Caspian licked his lips, crossing his legs as he turned his gaze on him with a fierce but playful look on his face. He ran his fingers through his ivory blond hair and threw a smirk towards the other's way. As the mer suspected, Richter was definitely not one to sit and wait. He liked that. It was foolish to sit idle and let opportunity pass up.
Once again, resting his fate in hope's hands, he couldn't help but hope that the young master would be worth the time and was man enough to step up to the challenge. The mer decided he would play a little, flirt and be coy about things. It would add some spice to the situation, without a doubt.
"What do I want...," came his words in an uncharacteristic sing-song tone. The blond mused and tapped his fingertips against his forearm. "I don't know, Richter---I'm fairly satisfied with how you call me warm like you. Tell me more... Tell me how warm I am... Tell me how much warmer I can be with you."
***
For once Richter had made the male speechless. Not that he was looking for it. Normally he would had received some sort of cunning response or an honest opinion that wouldn't deny the mood that lingered over their conversation and atmosphere. It was a pleasant one, to say the least. One that lingered heavily over where they were going with their actions.
Ah finally words were spoken but not quite to what he expected. The man was quick to regain his composure which was something Richter rarely saw when using his seduction towards others. He had confident and patiently wondered what Caspian was positively thinking with the way he sat so properly.
Not going to be that easy? Richter didn't think he would be. He himself wasn't that easy either unless it was something he truly wanted. He usually wouldn't have to work hard for it but it appeared this time, he was going to.
Richter withdrew from his position as he stood up as straight as he could with his partially off balance and perception. He removed his shirt completely but not out of seducing but as if to remove the final restraint of his upper body. Mainly his arms. The shirt was casually placed on the back if the chair and left there.
For a moment his hand reached and rubbed the back of his neck while he pondered for a response to give to Caspian's request. It was an interesting thing to ask of him. Not quite what he was after but doable.
"You are warm just as myself but with me, we can make that warmth a fire of our own passion to tingle every sensation of the body." With those words his hand followed a motion of gliding along his chest. Charmingly he smiled before turning his back while he walked towards the door that lead the way to the bedroom.
"So will you follow me?" The door was pried open by the twist of the mob. "Or not?"
***
Did he just--- Caspian's eyes went wide at the come on line from the brunet. Not to mention the little tease of a show. If it was Richter's intention to get his attention then by all means, the young master should've known from the start that the er blond's eyes were on him the entire time already. Was that completely necessary though? Though on hindsight, the mer noticed that he wasn't exactly at the steadiest of legs and manner. He looked like he was wobbling with a drunken sway of hips as he made his way to the door and turned the knob to his chambers.
Not again. He smiled in amusement.
Was Richter born with some...talent to get him tongue tied like this? The brunet was just full of surprises. If not surprises, he just knew how to get under his skin and could make him laugh. It was amazing. The boy wasn't even... putting so much effort or trying too hard. It all came quite naturally, which even made it more fascinating.
But really---that line.
Richter could've done better. That was funny to him somehow. Our passion, he said. Wasn't it too early to conclude things?
Hiding his soft chuckle behind his hand, he watched the other beckon him into the suite with a crooked finger and a question. To follow or not to follow, that is the question. Sigh, what to do... What to do. The mer sighed in mock confusion then looked at Richter only to put on an act of thoughtfulness to prolong the agony of the inevitable. A quiet minute or two passed as he closed his eyes in contemplation, part tease to test the boy's patience before he finally decided.
Caspian grasped the arm rests of his chair, this time soundlessly pushing it back and followed suit. Once he was within his host's personal space, the blond wrapped his arms around the the brunet's waist and closed in the distance between them. Mhmm. Warm, he liked this. He could get used to this luxury. It was very nice. The blond then craned neck and leaned further so he could return the whisper, "Nice try. But you may consider cleaning up before bringing a guest into your chambers. The only mess you should be making on your bed should be me, not your possessions." There was a smile in the other's silvery voice. A chuckle, one or two or so, soon followed then a kiss behind the outer shell of the human's ear. For sport, the mer mischievously let out his tongue and traced the brunet's ear before finally retreating. That was enough for now. After that, Caspian untangled himself and moved to push the door open so he could invite himself in.
Speaking of a mess of possessions, he couldn't help but wonder if someone had followed after his spike of OCD or if everything was still in mad disarray as they had left them.
***
Richter reached the point where not everything was going to make sense. That included both words and action. His balance was off as was his way of thinking and speaking but he could still comprehend where the situation was going.
He was ready to push open the door when he felt arms wrap at his waist. He stumbled slightly only to feel his back press against a warm yet sturdy chest. It belonged none other to Caspian. His head turned but found himself caught. Not only physically but mentally as well. He was caught by the words and the smooth whisper that fell upon his ear.
His lips parted to speak but the words because stuck in his throat as he felt a kiss followed by a playful lick that left a shiver through his nerves. The hairs on his neck nearly stood from the sensation. It caught him off guard but he didn't mind it. He actually rather enjoyed that someone managed to strip him of his barrier and exposed him of his vulnerable. It was a task many had failed to accomplish.
Hearing mention of the room, he gave the final push against the door to open along side with Caspian. It had never been mentioned that there was a maid. Mainly because she hadn't been seen by them. It shouldn't have been a surprise that he had one with his riches and all.
When Richter entered the room, the room was neat. The bed was made without a wrinkle in the cover. The wood furniture was wiped free of dust that had settled. The floor showed signs of vacuuming.
"I do not see the mess you speak of. Although, I'm sure I'll take great joy in making a mess of you instead." He turned around to face Caspian with a coy smile while he maintained the close distance once more. He was interested in how Caspian would react.
***
Of course, he was on a luxury cruise ship. Surely, there had to be at least one very capable maid on board. So naturally, when Richter decided it was time to waltz back into his chambers, the place would be squeaky clean with everything in order. Somehow that failed to register in the blond's mind. Oh well.
Alright, he lost this one.
He had to admit, he was fairly surprised when he crossed the threshold and found the place pristine and immaculately so. As it was, the concept of time was lost on the mer since he wasn't aware it had been so long, long enough to have cleaning staff sneakily come and go leaving no trace of the mess prior. But the blond didn't stay impressed for long with the now clean interiors when a certain brunet reeled him back to the present with a tempting smile on his lips with a promise and a challenge all rolled into one. Once again, his sole attention laid on the artfully modest young man that was luring him to bed. Caspian smirked, more than happy to oblige on the invitation and decided to finally 'loosen up' himself with a show of collarbone and neck by unbuttoning the first two buttons of his borrowed dress shirt. He would leave it to the young master to unravel him himself than he make a show of it. Strip tease was not one of his strengths in the flirts and come ons department.
Oh...
"Very well. I'll be counting on that one so you better not disappoint", the mer said in a playful, scolding tone. He glided towards Richter and planted his hands on his host's hips, resting his palms against smooth dress slacks. Caspian pinned him on the spot with his charcoal gray eyes never leaving the human's own. He moved his hands upwards, feeling up the brunet's sides before eventually sliding his palms flat against his shoulder blades. He applied a slight pressure while moving southward down the smooth and taut back, akin to a massage and leaned forward to dart his tongue on Richter's own, teasingly hinting at a kiss. "I'll be more than to return the favor---though you've more or less given me the permission to, I wouldn't put it past me to ask once again to thoroughly confirm," he declared in a low voice, husky with want.
Carefully, the mer took one of Richter's hands and raised it to his eye level, pressing it against his lips and leaving a line of butterfly kisses on the back of his hand then planted one lingering mother of butterfly kisses at last. He continued to grasp the brunet's hand, squeezing it as he decided to speak, "I've told you what I want, now it's turn turn... What do you want? What do you want that I can give you?"
He didn't mean to painfully punctuate the 'I' but oh well.
***
Richter found himself caught. Not just physically. Dark onyx eyes stared into his own pearly blues while his body became trapped in the tender touch made by the other. There was no escaping. Not like he planned to anyway. Words couldn't make their escape from his throat once more as he found himself enjoying and admiring.
He felt the texture of a wet tongue gliding along his lips. If it was meant to tease, it worked. He finally was ready to say something but Caspian spoke first. He could hear the husk in the voice and it baffled him why the other would ask for confirmation when already given. Was he afraid that Richter was going to back out?
He didn't know because he surely wasn't.
"You already have my permission," Richter finally mused after a mere pause. His smile revealed upon his lips as he was near ready to plant another kiss onto the males lips.
However, he was caught off guard. What does he want? He thought he made it clear. Maybe not with words but with action. Top vocalize it would bring him embarrassment. He hesitated to answer while trying to seek for a way to put it without having to place detail. That would be the death of him.
"You." It was a simple word but for Richter it said more than enough. Never had he been so intrigued by another. It made him reflected on the last time he was interested enough in someone for a romance to ensue. It had been too long.
His own hands snaked up the others hips in the same manner that was done to himself after one freed itself from a grip. However, his hands found themselves finishing what Caspian previously started. They were unbuttoning the borrowed shirt. Only a collarbone was visible but with each button undone, more was revealed. Richter leaned forward. His lips left soft gratifying kiss on the nape of the neck before his lips trailed upward to meet the lips of the other. His hands kept hold of the shirt until the time came when they started to remove the shirt off the body it contained.
***
It wasn't so much as insecurity that made him question Richter's desires so openly. Quite far from it. If anything, the man relished in affirmation. He enjoyed knowing that his lovers wanted him. It always sent a searing heat down below to hear such admissions, especially in an intimate moment. Caspian loved hearing it because it inflated his heart knowing that in that moment of time, whoever was in his arms was his and his alone. Their undivided attention was all on him.
...Besides, what was there not to long when your current beau would look up at you with a shy expressions flushed with need and desire FOR YOU. It was one of his biggest turn ons.
But this was Richter. Clearly, the brunet was anything but a shy vestal virgin. He was a skilled and experienced lover who was well aware of the dangers and pleasures of what they were getting into. Hearing the sure and confident response was just as effective, making him moan blissfully in response when he felt lips descend upon his neck and hands fumble on his buttons.
Just like his host, it had been far too long since Caspian had any company of the romantic kind. Work, meditation and chickens had taken up whatever time he had whether he was underwater or dry land. But now that he thought about it, the last time he did engage in any sexual relations was with a tail. It started with a teasing pair of lips here and there... Not so subtle brushing of fingertips across their flaps which eventually concluded in a colorful display of swirling fins, grinding and actual penetration. If his memory served him right, it had been with one of the younger nobles that had not so shyly seduced him during a party. It had been far too long and it was simply a one time affair. The mer could not remember the last time he ever laid with someone with legs. Then again, wasn't he drunk that time? Did they go all the way or stop midway... It hard hard to recall.
He froze up, swallowing thickly. His hands rested on Richter's belt, halfway through undoing them. How was this supposed to work again...?
Caspian found himself in a rather precarious situation right now.
Never mind. The mer figured humans were no different. There HAD to be some kind of erotic opening somewhere he could tease and do unspeakable things with somewhere on Richter's anatomy. He would simply have to find it and just play this by feel. The blond was already too warm to the touch to stop and back out from this. He wanted this as much.
***
Who was to say that Richter was the same both sober and intoxicated? The wine gave him a new confidence mainly because it erased him of his self consciousness and rather put his desires into motion ahead of everything else. Just as Caspian, his body was heated.
He wasn't sure why but he could have sworn he saw confusion come across Caspian's face with a noticeable heavy gulp. He would of asked what was wrong but the small pause was quickly taken over. Whatever it was, Caspian must have figured it out on his own but he wouldn't ever have known what that pause was for. He could only make assumption without asking for confirmation.
After that point, the clothes were gradually shedding off by each others hands. Articles of clothing ended on the floor and their bodies ended up on the bed with the lights off. The only source of lighting was by nature through the window.
Then... nothing.
It felt more like a dream. A dream that, once awake, it was hard to remember. Richter felt the comfort of blankets and sheets but his bare body felt cold from the morning breeze of the sea that swept through the halls of the yacht. He sought for the closest warmth he could find even when he couldn't confirm the source of it. He found and heat and scooted closer. His arms wrapped around the source until, out of curiosity, his eyes opened.
What?
His eyes opened to the sight of skin. Pulling back his head a little, it became clear that it was a chest. A broad chest. His eyes widened at the sudden realization that the warmth he was holding was none other than heat from a body. The body of Caspian. Never had his face became so pale from shock.
The sudden realization sent him to a panic. Questions flooded his mind in rapid succession. What happened last night? Why is Caspian in my bed? and why... why is he naked? Why am I naked?! He quickly scooted back until he lost ground and fell off the bed with the back of his head smacking the night stand.
Laying on the floor with half his body wrapped in sheets taken down with him, he clenched his head from the pain. Not to mention, his back hurt. His hair was in a bed headed mess. He understood he drank last night. A lot. Yet, nothing could piece together why he would wake up next to a naked Caspian. Not that he minded the sight.
***
The blond was a peaceful sleeper. He kept to his side of the bed, never going beyond the imaginary meridian that cut the furniture in half. He also did not kick or grab in his sleep. Nor did he have any nocturnal habits of sleepwalk and sleeptalk. All in all, Caspian was the ideal bed partner.
He had rolled onto his back after their love making, so exhausted and unbelievably pleased. He could remember the afterglow spent in each other arms, with soft kisses and roaming of hands. He enjoyed the balance of rough play and gentle moments when they laid together. Definitely would agree to successive encounters if the brunet was open towards the idea. So the blond slept with a smile on his face that night. It had been a deep and dreamless sleep for him.
Caspian woke up at the sound of the crash. And a rather cold draft.
Then a head ache.
He groaned and shut his eyes. Not now... He flipped on the opposite side he wain, this time facing Richter's end, then extended his arms to grab at the blanket.
Only to find no blanket.
No Richter either.
The lack of a warm body beside his own was what made him bolt upright and scan the room. The mer was in mild panic, finding that he was all alone in the king sized bed. This was not how he pictured his morning after at all. Then he caught sight of the brunet sitting on the floor wrapped in the blanket. A wave of relief washed over him. Richter was still there... Though he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in question why the brunet had taken all of the blankets with him and was now on the floor. Caspian gave his lover a sleepy smile then crawled over to his side. Using one hand to hold him steady on top of the bed, the blond leaned over to tousle the sable brown hair playfully and planted a kiss on the other's lips.
"Good morning." Seemingly not content with the chaste kiss on Richter's mouth, he gave him another on the cheek and temple before pulling back on the bed. Caspian propped his elbows on the bed and nestled his face in his palms, "You look awfully lonely down there, Richter. Care to join me? I'm rather cold at the moment. Could use some...warming up." The last had been spoken in a much more hushed town than the rest of the offer.
*
Richter was still trying to comprehend, despite the throbbing head ache he received upon awakening and falling, why exactly Caspian was in his bed. He was no fool. There were only few possibilities of how two men can wake up naked together. He just couldn't piece the evening into a solid vision. All he recalled were bits and pieces. The last piece he remembered was finishing his meal. After that, it was blank.
In midst of trying to figure it out, trying to recall, he felt soft lips press against his own and was followed by a couple more on his face. He was taken back as he looked at Caspian with surprise. His words only confirmed his assumption but he couldn't believe it. With a guy he only knew for a day? No, when it happened it hadn't even been a day.
"O-Oh... yeah... " It was all he could muster until it clicked in his head. The words practically escaped without much thought.
Wait.
"Wait, what happened last night?" It was a dreadful question to ask but he wanted confirmation. He wasn't sure how to feel about it even though he did find Caspian to be an attractive man. He wouldn't take offense but he would feel shame.
*
The blond froze up.
"Wait, what happened last night?"
Those were the last sequence of words he would ever want to hear from anyone he decided to bed. It was just as hurtful as being told he was not a good lover or that their copulation was nothing more than a bet.
Caspian slowly sat up, legs curled to the side. He needed to sit upright and support himself properly. There was a need to feel stable even if it was just for show from the outside because he was sure as hell not feeling great inside. Then to top it off, the headache from hell because of the excess of wine in his system. The mer steadied himself, planting his palms in front of him as he eased into a mermaid styled sit on the bed.
Ironic.
He slowly raised his eyes to peer at Richter's face, slowly because he was afraid and in denial, that the brunet could forget so easily... that the boy could just allow---Caspian bit his lower lip and averted his gaze, still downcast and anywhere but the handsome bundle of blankets on the carpeted floor. Judging from the wide eyed look and surprise, the ease of his facial muscles and the roll of the human's shoulders.
Richter wasn't lying.
Tucking a strand of hair behind his hair, Caspian took a deep breath and began speaking in a quiet voice.
"We both had a little too much to drink. Both of us. Somehow along the way, with the aid of wine induced courage, we ended up in bed together. I suppose you've had more than just a little too much..." The blond was laughing softly, thinly veiling the disappointment that welled in his chest. He wasn't even aware of the prickling of tears at the side of his eyes that culminated in a few odd shaped spheres of pearls on the mattress.
This was a grave insult to his ego. While the most obvious was that his host was likely not to be faulted for having forgotten for having had too much wine because that was one of the possible side effects, the mer couldn't help the pain that constricted his heart. It was hard to breath and he was unusually quiet. Nonetheless, Caspian felt he had been inadequate.
At that same moment, he heard a loud thunder clap. The waters stirred and began to violently splash against the ship. But there was not a dark gray cloud in the sky. Clutching at his chest, the mer was in a moment of awe and realization when it dawned upon him, that was his doing. He thought only full blood mer could do that... Knowing full and well that if he didn't get his emotions in check would lead to a luxury cruise gone wrong, the blond willed his emotions to calm and slipped off the bed. Once in his two feet, he scooped Richter and laid him on the bed went to the connected bath.
"Go call for the kitchen. Ask for water and aspirin for two. I like my coffee black. "
*
Richter knew from the expression that he hurt him.
He felt the pang in his own chest having known that he was the source by asking. He just couldn't remember. He felt disappointed in himself for becoming so open to vulnerability after a few glasses of wine. He wished he could have taken back the question and simply roll with the situation. They slept together? Sure. How do you want your eggs?
He looked up at the male's face with uncertainty behind his guilt. Uncertainty for how the male would behave from then on. How he would think of him. It was then that he saw it.
Pearls. Pearls literally leaked from the man's face. They came out as tears but became pearls upon descending down. His eyes widened in sheer shock.
What?
Since when does a normal person cry pearls? Caspian appeared to think nothing of it as he so hastily picked up Richter and placed him on the bed like he was a toddler. He normally would have been bothered but he was more absorbed in what had caught his eye.
The fact that a sudden storm rose didn't pass by Richter either. The quick shiver through the yacht by the the sea's unsettled behavior was hard to ignore. It was strange. Was it a coincidence that a storm arrived just as Caspian got upset? Normally the crew warns him of a storm and they return to port before it arrives. To suddenly appear and without any given warning... it was odd.
While Caspian disappeared to the bath, Richter searched the mattress to find the small pearls that had somehow been created. He found them soon enough after a minute or two. A few of them, to be exact. He picked him up by the fingers and gazed upon them as they rested in his palm. Richter frowned. No normal person leaked pearls.
He stood up from the bed and walked to the connected. The door was barged open without a knock given ahead of time.
"Caspian," Richter spoke up. "Something tells me you left out... important details." He held up the pearls in his palm. "Why did your tears turn into pearls?"
*
Once alone, the blond sighed in relief at being apart from Richter. This was not the morning after he envisioned. This was far from ideal. Almost on auto pilot, Caspian searched the marble and gold lined bathroom interiors for the tub and filled it with cold, freezing water. The harsher the better, he thought. The more it would remind him of home.
He leaned against the marble counters, catching his breath and fighting the urge to give in to his grief. Initially, he was hurt and felt betrayed. Now he was consumed by anger and the dread of regret. Clearly, the mer had better alcohol tolerance than his host and yet he gave in to the longing of his loins and now look what happened. What a fool he had been.
Caspian looked up and was met by his reflection. He frowned as he assessed the damage on his person now that he was done going through the damage on his psyche brought about by drunken sex.
He gently, almost too softly so as if afraid to hurt, ran his fingertips over the trail of dotted flesh on his neck and down his torso. There was a high concentration on his neck, mostly at the juncture of neck and shoulder and the rest seemed rather haphazardly planted all over. Looked like the blond would be borrowing turtle necks to cover the damage. Or a scarf. Caspian groaned at the inconvenience his all too eager lover had the night prior.
Pausing above his navel, the blond shut his eyes and rested his hand on his hip. He couldn't deny the dread that filled him should he decided to turn around to see his back. Should he check?
...
Never mind. Somehow, the blond didn't want to know anymore. If Richter left anymore than the constellation on his torso, at least the brunet enjoyed their encounter no matter. At least...
He'd hate to admit it too but he enjoyed it as well.
Caspian submerged himself into the waters, head first till he was soaked. The rush of cold that ravaged his body sent a shock to his head and he relished in the feel of goose pimples on his flesh. He was not so sad anymore and was playing in the water. The blond was actually laughing a little now. He was nose deep in the water, making bubbles with his breath when Richter stormed in without warning and demanded for answers. Charcoal gray eyes looked up to him rather...innocently as the bubbles broke the surface. For measure, the mer blinked at him like the human had grown a second head on his shoulders.
*
A child.
That was what the face reminded him of when his eyes met Caspian's. It was like a child hiding in a tub of water after getting in trouble. An innocent gaze was given in hopes to evade. Yet, Richter knew he himself was in trouble too. There were things that needed to be said first aside from the answers he demanded about the pearls.
Calmly he placed his rear end at the edge of the tube as if it was a seat. He clenched the pearls though carefully in his hand. An apology was in order.
"I'm sorry," Richter begun after a brief gulp. "I normally don't drink that much." His mind sought for what to say. The truth was really his only way. Yes, the truth. Barging in angrily helped nobody in any situation. "You made me feel relaxed and I ended up enjoying your company far more than I could have ever expected. I got too comfortable and ended up taking in more wine."
A soft breath escaped through his lips as a sigh while he shifted his head to face Caspian. A wry smile was given. "Honestly, I wish I could remember because I'm pretty sure I enjoyed it, judging by these," he mused as his finger traced the constellation of marks along the male's neck and torso.
"Aside from that, I really want you to tell me something." His hand extended out and exposed the pearls that he kept in his hand. "Why did your tears become pearls?"
*
Caspian felt more than comfortable in his element. Seeing Richter invade an unguarded moment made him feel more naked than he already was underneath the icy cold the bath tub provided. He stayed nose deep and submerged, not willing to budge like a child with his safety blanket.
The mer involuntarily flinched, jerking backwards and away from the brunet when he moved to seat himself along the rim of the tub. He felt threatened and wished to be alone. Why couldn't---
Richter was apologizing.
Slowly, he eased out of the cold to properly turn to Richter and hear him out. Somehow, the blond couldn't help his good manners and polite upbringing not to at least let the other explain himself. Caspian leaned against the farther side of the tub, folding his arms across his chest defensively and kept an impassive gaze.
...at least he apologized. Wouldn't deny he felt better afterwards.
Then the issue with the pearls. Wait. Hold on...The blond leaned forward to peek at opened palm and snorted harshly with a roll of his eyes. He didn't want to answer the question. Not that Caspian didn't know the response to that. Rather, he simply did not want to. There was no way in the seven seas that he would so easily tell-all not after last night. While it made his heart flutter that Richter regretted forgetting, the mer felt crossed and wanted to sulk about it---just a little more. If he refused a proper answer, the brunet would likely egg him for an answer or look for it elsewhere. But no matter how he looked at it, should the other come to the conclusion of him being of merfolk origin, there was no way it would feel plausible considering he was sporting two long lean legs right now; Richter would only come off looking the fool.
So instead of answering the question, Caspian eased himself up and captured the brunet in a kiss, not so softly nibbling at the human's lips and clutching him by the hair before releasing him and asked, "Does it really matter?" He continued to distract the other by moving his lips down his jaw and began to kiss downwards, while he dragged his fingers down the other's chest. "Aren't you more worried by the fact you made me CRY more than why my tears are such? You've apologized, yes. I heard you out. But I haven't forgiven you yet, have I?"
Yes, he knew he was cheating. So what.
The blond glided back to his previous spot, feeling finished with his diversions. He grunted at his now well-remembered head ache and frowned, "I need coffee..."
*
Richter looked displeased.
He wanted an answer for the pearls. He wasn't blind. He saw the tears turn into pearls as clear as day but Caspian clearly was refusing to give him just a straight answer. Instead, he was chastised for making him cry. He wasn't going to deny it because he know he did. Before he could make a comment, his lips were sealed by a partially rough kiss. His hair became laced with the grip of the male's fingers.
The subject was quick to change and Richter decided to drop it for the time being. "And how do you wish for me to make it up to you? Some way you will forgive me?" Rather than a simple question, it sounded more like a request.
"Aside from coffee." He had already heard him request for coffee twice. Richter had just as equal of an head ache. Maybe more considering he smacked his head on a night stand. No doubt he had a bump on his heard where the impact was made.
He gave the male time to decide on his request for forgiving as Richter stood back up and left to the den in order to call the kitchen. He requested through the speaker for coffee and a bottle of advil, It would still be a bit of time before they were to arrive.
Richter approached his dresser where a box was placed on top. Inside the box were accessories of gold and silver. Mainly there were watches inside of different expensive brands. He simply placed the pearls inside into a small empty area where earrings would normally be placed.
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