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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 7, 2009 22:38:15 GMT -5
Markise was ready to go, even more so than the last time he'd come knocking this late at night. He'd planned to come here this time, and he hadn't had quite as much to drink, either. He was hot, randy, lustful, all those silly euphemisms for the cold truth. He was incredibly horny.
He knocked firmly on the door, then stood nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet. He'd spent all night getting revved up, and the walk here from Popstarz had done nothing but give him time to put together mental scenarios. Markise glanced down the street, then checked his hood again. Answer the door, Mano.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Mar 7, 2009 22:43:21 GMT -5
Mano looked up from the book he had as though surprised to hear the knock, then marked his page and set the book on the table before standing to walk to the door. When he opened it to see Markise, he moved his hand to take his wand and flick a signal up the stairs to keep Carolynn from coming down. Hopefully she would stay in her room, like he had agreed to do if she ever truly wished it. "Markise, come in," he said, then stepped back as he slid his wand away to let Markise enter.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 7, 2009 22:51:48 GMT -5
Markise's lips spread into a smile as he took Mano's invitation. "Sorry it's been so long," he said, though the part of his mind he wasn't listening to knew that Mano hadn't been waiting around. He slid his hood back and looked over his shoulder at the man in question, giving him a look that hardly counted as apologetic, though it tried. "I've been busy," he explained.
It was hot in here. Had it been this hot last time? he couldn't remember, but after the night-cooled air outside, it seemed far too warm. He let his cloak sit for now, though. He wasn't drunk enough that he didn't need the pretense of conversation first. Just enough to sweep away the light dusting of guilt so they could get on with it.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Mar 7, 2009 22:57:38 GMT -5
Mano nodded and shut the door behind Markise, then locked it. "It's perfectly fine," he said, then walked over to the couches. "Do you want to sit?" he asked, gesturing to one of them. "What have you been so busy with?" He wasn't about to believe that Markise wanted to just go up to the bedroom immediately, not that he ever had plans of doing that, anyway. He liked the end, of course, but he also didn't want to ignore the friendships he tried to form, either.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 7, 2009 23:08:09 GMT -5
"I think I could sit," Markise said, bypassing Mano's second question for now. He untied his cloak as he tried to think of how to sum it up, but in the end, he didn't bother watering anything down. It felt like a waste of energy, which removing his cloak was not. He'd spent a lot of time on this outfit. "I had a boyfriend for a week," he said idly. He pulled his cloak free and laid it on a chair, closing his eyes a moment at the feel of air against his arms and upper chest.  "He went missing after that and I've been waiting ever since for him to come back. I'm f~ing sick of teenage boys." Seeing Ariel probably hadn't helped that any. Markise crossed to the couch, sitting back despite the energy still coursing through him. He could wait another couple minutes, he told himself. |
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Mar 7, 2009 23:17:12 GMT -5
Mano didn't comment on Markise's outfit, though he did let his eyes do a slow once-over of it. It was obvious he approved. He sat close to Markise, one leg bent on the couch so he could turn to look at him. "You had a boyfriend?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he processed the rest of what Markise said. "Well, teenage boys grow up," he said, laying his arm over the back of the couch. "And perhaps you just haven't found one worth your time."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 7, 2009 23:25:47 GMT -5
Markise turned slightly toward Mano, propping his elbow against the couch and his head against his hand. "I thought this one was," he said, his voice softening. "He was trying to get me in bed when he realized I wasn't a girl. Practically raped me anyway." It hadn't been at all comfortable emotionally, but he'd gotten over that pretty quickly.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Mar 7, 2009 23:30:35 GMT -5
Both of Mano's eyebrows raised at that. Usually guys didn't just turn like that, unless he had been hiding it to begin with. "You'll find someone eventually," he said. His voice was almost light, but it held an undertone of seriousness. "Maybe you're not supposed to find someone while in school." Yes, Mano was well aware of how old Markise was. But this time, Markise was of age. He was consenting, and Mano saw no reason to hold back if Markise was willing.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 7, 2009 23:37:49 GMT -5
"I don't really want to find someone right now, so whatever," Markise said. He didn't want to settle down anymore, at least not in the state his mind was in. His eyes trailed down over Mano, and somehow he didn't give up the conversation yet, but he knew he would soon enough. "Before he disappeared he helped me buy the clothing store in Diagon Alley. I need to open it soon so I can start paying him back. I don't like feeling like I owe him."
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Mar 7, 2009 23:41:01 GMT -5
"Well if he disappeared, then it's his loss. If he ever shows up again, then you can worry about it," Mano said, though he wondered how in the world Markise had gotten the guy to give him enough money to get a store in a week-long relationship. He decided not to dwell on it; he could always find out more later and considering how it sounded like the relationship had gone it probably shouldn't have surprised him.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 7, 2009 23:48:01 GMT -5
"Good point," Markise said. Why should he feel like he owed someone who wasn't around to make demands? "My ex the whore is bothering me, too. I keep running into him and he keeps being nice to me. It's freaking me out." It was so nice getting all this out. He left his head propped up, but his free hand slipped from its place against his thigh to settle against Mano's leg. He'd said almost everything now, hadn't he?
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Mar 7, 2009 23:54:28 GMT -5
Mano took that as an open invitation to let his arm move against the back of the couch to trail up and lightly touch the hair at the back of Markise's head. "Maybe he's wanting another shot," Mano said. Even if he wanted Markise, he wasn't going to take away from his chance to be with someone. Obviously he was still mad at the guy, but if it was bothering him like that, maybe he wasn't over him just yet.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 8, 2009 0:04:50 GMT -5
"He already told me that, and I don't care," Markise said, though he didn't actually think about it. His mind went straight to the bottom line. "He's not getting another shot. We can't talk for five minutes without blowing up, and he's a prostitute. It's not going anywhere when I get sick every time I think about it." And he was done thinking about it.
He could just feel Mano's hand against his hair, and he couldn't think of anything else he wanted to say. "How have you been doing?" There, he'd participated in a conversation. When Mano answered, they could be done. In the meantime, he watched the path of his hand as it slid up Mano's thigh, independent of any real thought.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Mar 8, 2009 18:48:03 GMT -5
"I've been okay, keeping busy with the shop and that kind of thing," Mano said, shrugging. He didn't think it would help to mention his cousin living upstairs. His hand moved a little deeper into Markise's hair to run his fingers just along the roots. He only barely kept himself from shifting into Markise's hand encouragingly.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 8, 2009 19:18:23 GMT -5
"Exciting," Markise said, though he'd hardly heard. He turned then, his head lifting from that propped arm. His eyes glittered as he rose up, bringing his lips a breath from Mano's ear. "I'm gonna remember it this time," he whispered. "You might have to talk me into it." He wasn't nearly as drunk as he was last time, but he wanted it, and badly. If he shied away, he didn't want Mano to stop. He wanted to do this.
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