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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 13:57:41 GMT -5
"We talked and we kissed, and yes we. I mean, he was never just a doll to kiss or anything but it felt like...like something changed, like something clicked after we talked. Because it was a hell of a talk." Keith knew he couldn't tell Dare what Rowan had told him, so he moved on. "He asked me for a massage, and he relaxed, which is something he never does. He about fell asleep, let me have the key...I came back, put my arm around him, and we went to sleep."
For a minute he just let himself remember and consider that subtle change that had come with the talk they had had. "I don't know, Dare, there's something there, I swear, and not just on my end, either. I like him, and he likes me and it's going so much better this time."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2011 14:05:55 GMT -5
"Maybe he's just slow to warm up," Dare suggested. "Like, really slow. How long has it been now?" He and Michael had kissed their second meeting, but they'd both been going through a lot and needed the comfort. For as attracted to each other as they'd been, each step forward had been a massive deal. It had felt easy and natural at the time, and in some ways it had been, but in others it had been a struggle.
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 14:18:47 GMT -5
"About a month and a half this time," Keith said. He hated having to qualify with this time, but their first attempt had been such a failure it needed to be forgotten. "I know asexuality has to have as many gray areas as everything else." It only made sense, and he knew how it could be learning something so serious about himself, as he had been through it before. "He's always said that he was more attracted to conversations and things, intellect, rather than physical stuff."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2011 14:27:55 GMT -5
"That's still attraction," Dare said, as though he was actually making sense of any of this. He thought about those gray areas, about the ones that he and Michael existed in, about the mix of attraction that had brought them together, and thought it made sense that attraction wasn't always physical. "It makes sense," he added after a moment, unknowingly echoing Keith's opinion.
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 14:31:30 GMT -5
Keith nodded, and as much as he would have liked to continue talking about Rowan, about his smile and his eyes and the words he chose, he decided on a subject change. "How is everything with you? Michael, the twins?" He still hadn't seen the twins, not that he had any real urge to, babies just weren't his thing.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2011 14:55:29 GMT -5
Dare visibly brightened at the question. "I made the twins laugh!" he said excitedly. "They're amazing, they're like, rolling a little, and the first time Lestat managed it, it scared Elouai onto her feet. Her ears were all over the place and I started laughing, and I swear they did, too!" It had been more of a surprised squeal from Alistair, but it was great all the same. "I'm trying to get them to do it again, but they look at me like I'm crazy. I swear they're just messing with me sometimes."
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 15:14:02 GMT -5
Keith grinned at Dare's excitement. It didn't make him any more eager to see the twins or to have kids of his own, but it was always good to see a friend so happy. "Considering the parents, that wouldn't surprise me," he said. Both Michael and Dare loved having a good time, and he figured the twins might as well start out early.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2011 15:34:53 GMT -5
Dare gave a teasing roll of the eyes. The twins were great, and it took a fair bit of self-control not to launch into a list of their accomplishments. "Having fun with Michael, too," he said with a sly smile. The back of his neck heated—he heated at the thought—and he couldn't begin to say more about it just yet. "He, uh, took some of Matthew's advice, I guess."
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 15:40:35 GMT -5
Keith raised an eyebrow at that, he could only imagine what all Matthew had planted in Michael's head. "Hope he wasn't too hard on you," he said, though if he went by Dare's expression he highly doubted that. He shifted and crossed his ankles, eying Dare as he tried to guess just what had happened. With Matthew, it was nearly impossible, though.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2011 16:04:37 GMT -5
"He pushed me," Dare said, thinking of everything those few words represented. He shifted slightly, leaning back to rest his hands against the table as he thought about how he could phrase it. "I was glad we came up with a safe word," he said, "but Michael's good, he knows me, and I didn't use it." He flushed slightly, and despite the hint of self-consciousness he hadn't quite gotten rid of, his lips curved. "I love that man," he said with a lopsided smile.
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 16:22:58 GMT -5
"You're lucky," Keith said. He wondered if he would ever get to that point with Rowan. It didn't seem likely, at least not in the near future. "It's always good when you're with someone that knows you that well." It made the experience all the better. "So, out of curiosity, what's your safe word?" It usually told a bit about the person.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2011 16:34:56 GMT -5
Dare's smile spread into a broad grin, and already he was just holding back a chuckle. "Carrots," he said, looking aside at Keith. He looked out into the greenhouse, surprised he could still remember the conversation that had come from. "It's exactly what it sounds like. Michael and I were talking in the kitchen once, like near the beginning, just making cracks, and that one stuck." And he'd referenced it at their partnership ceremony. Quietly.
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 16:49:47 GMT -5
"Nice, I always like the ones with a story," Keith said. He thought momentarily of the story behind his own, wondering what he could have possibly been thinking when choosing the phrase. "I knew one couple whose safe word was sheep because the one's parents were from New Zealand." Playing with stereotypes was always good for a laugh.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2011 17:23:25 GMT -5
"Nice," Dare said, getting the joke just enough for a chuckle. "What about yours, if you don't mind me asking?" There was nothing inherently funnny in rainy day, so it had to be a personal joke. If it was funny at all. Dare's mind wandered off onto various tangents, imagining scenarios.
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 17:26:57 GMT -5
Keith chuckled and shook his head. "Mine's depressing as hell, don't know why I chose it," he said. It killed the mood, that was for sure, though he was far enough removed from it now that he could easily separate the two things in his mind. "One day it was raining and this guy came over and said something mom was working on had backfired, she's in a home now." That was the version most people got, if they got the information at all.
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