The World is a Story...
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,485
Reviews:
56
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Chapter 3
***Disclaimer: The characters portrayed below are my own, sprung from my own lil twisted mind. Please ask before using them (they really don\'t like to be yanked from my mind without warning). They are going to at some point get into adult situations. If you don\'t like that idea, please leave this page now. Oh and if you really like it and wanna post it else where, please ask first. Any emails to me need to include AFF in the subject line otherwise they will be deleted.***
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Justin looked up in shock, not having even realized that Desimir was done reading. He’d been engrossed in his own thoughts about the story and possibly writing a character with Desimir’s looks into the story. “Hm?”
Desimir repeated his questions, and Justin had to smile. “I’m taking it that you liked it then?”
The other man glared at him a moment before a sheepish smile crossed the lips that Justin had been slightly obsessing over just moments ago, “Well, duh. Do people who hate your work always pepper you with questions the moment they are done reading it? Yes, I liked it a lot; I’d love to read more when you write it.”
Justin privately perked up at the last comment, hoping that it meant that Desimir was interested in getting to know him better and spend more time with him. That would always be nice.
“Honestly, I’m not quite sure where I’m planning on going with it right now. That’s why I stopped working on it shortly before you came over. I have several options, and I don’t know which one I like best, so I thought if I tabled the story for a few days then I might get a few more ideas about what I want to do with them,” Justin stated with a shrug.
“Ah, I see. Well, I’d love to read more eventually. Perhaps you’ll have to tell me the rest of your name or some titles or something so I can read more of your work. You seem to be a really good author.” Desimir stated with a grin, brown eyes twinkling with that hidden secret, hidden promise.
Justin longed to explore what those depths held, what they promised. He couldn’t help but want to make them darken with passion until they were black like his favorite espresso. He wanted to see that light skin flushed with inner heat, wanted the man sitting across from him. Looking away, he could feel the barest of blushes stealing across his face at the thoughts running through his mind.
Giving himself a mental shake, he cleared his throat and looked back at Desimir, “Well, we’ll have to see how that goes. Perhaps in time I’ll let you see some of my other works. They aren’t really something that you would find in a bookstore, you have to look in specialty shops really to find them. According to my editor, it’s something about them not being suitable for young children to find and possibly read.”
“Young children and their innocent eyes can be a pain at times, can’t they?” Desimir chuckled, “Not that many young children are innocent anymore, though.”
“Very true, it’s sad to see what they know at a young age. Why my niece came up to me a few months ago, she’s twelve by the way, and asked me what a blowjob was. Apparently one of the boys in her class wanted her to give him one!” Justin looked outraged at the very thought, even as he was considering how the other would respond to one.
“I know, not that I have any young relative stories like that, but I understand where you are coming from with it. Children these days aren’t given anytime to just be children. They are forced to grow up so fast.”
Nodding, Justin picked his coffee back up, sipping. “So what do you do for a living? You know that I write, so it’s a fair trade.”
“I work as an architect. I have my own little office, I work mainly with one builder, but I’m trying to branch out to several more. It’s nice though, since I own the business I don’t have to always be drawing for them. I have a nice little collection of my own plans going now. It’s sorta lucrative. I can sell a set of plans for anywhere between 500 to 800 dollars or more, depending on how large the house is.” Realizing that he’d gone on for a while, he paused, blushing, “But I’m sure that it’s somewhat boring for you to listen to this.”
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Ugh, whatever had possessed him to go on like that? He should have just kept it that he was an architect and had his own business. Now he probably bored Justin, something he didn’t want to do. Desimir wanted to keep his attention for a good long while.
Surprise was almost written all over his face when he heard Justin respond, “No, please, don’t worry about it. I’m a writer; it’s always great to hear about other professions and such. It helps me create more realistic situations. Not that I’ve an architect anywhere in my story now, but there’s always that chance and it’s better to have knowledge then having to go researching. Besides, I’ve never met anyone who was one. What’s it like being an architect anyway? Knowing that your drawing plans for a house that someone is going to live in?”
Grinning, Desimir shook his head. “Normally my friends are asking me to shut up about the plans and stuff that I’m working on, but if you want me to keep going, I will, just tell me to stop if I’m boring you, please.”
Justin just smiled, giving a slow nod of consent.
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For the next hour or so, they talked. About Desimir’s career, how long Justin had been writing, what their plans were for the future. Each passing minute found them wanting to know more and more about the other and to spend more time together. Towards the end of their discussion, Desimir glanced down at his watch then back up at Justin, shock and disappointment written plainly on his face.
“I need to go, I’ve got a client stopping by in half and hour and there were some finishing touches that I needed to do! I’m so sorry, I’d love to stay and talk more, but…” Desimir trailed off, looking apologetic.
Justin felt a surge of sadness roll through him at the words, he was thoroughly enchanted with Desimir, however he hid it well, smiling softly, “I understand, no one has all the time in the world to sit around and talk with a stalling writer.”
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“Oh no! It’s not that, not in the least. I would love to sit and talk and get to know you until the place closed, but I’ve been working with these people for about three months now, and they are just so hard to please that I don’t want to be late getting back to the office.” Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he debated the wisdom of asking the man out for later on in the evening, for dinner or drinks.
Making up his mind, he looked up at the other, a radiant smile on his lips, invitation written in his deep brown eyes, “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind going out for a bite to eat later? My treat of course since I’m running out on you like this.”
Almost as an afterthought he added, “Unless you have a wife or girlfriend that would be expecting you home later…”
Desimir held his breath waiting for the response as Justin seemed to mull over the idea. He’d thrown the last part in almost as a probe, to see if the man was single. To him it didn’t matter if the man was gay or straight. If he was gay, then things would be easier, if not, well that did complicate matters, but not much, he was sure he could entice the man into his bed. Then again, things were leaning towards the gay side, with the stuff he wrote and all.
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Yes, I know, a very NASTY cliff hanger, and I am sooo sorry, but the chapter was just getting very, very long and this was the only logical point to break it off. But do not worry, I will be putting another chapter up with in the next 24 hours. My muse has returned and is hounding me, so I\'ll keep writing and posting until the muse leaves again or I fall asleep at the keyboard from exhaustion. Once again, if you are looking for update info, please join my Yahoo! Group. There\'s a link in my profile, just click on my name for all you new peoples!
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Justin looked up in shock, not having even realized that Desimir was done reading. He’d been engrossed in his own thoughts about the story and possibly writing a character with Desimir’s looks into the story. “Hm?”
Desimir repeated his questions, and Justin had to smile. “I’m taking it that you liked it then?”
The other man glared at him a moment before a sheepish smile crossed the lips that Justin had been slightly obsessing over just moments ago, “Well, duh. Do people who hate your work always pepper you with questions the moment they are done reading it? Yes, I liked it a lot; I’d love to read more when you write it.”
Justin privately perked up at the last comment, hoping that it meant that Desimir was interested in getting to know him better and spend more time with him. That would always be nice.
“Honestly, I’m not quite sure where I’m planning on going with it right now. That’s why I stopped working on it shortly before you came over. I have several options, and I don’t know which one I like best, so I thought if I tabled the story for a few days then I might get a few more ideas about what I want to do with them,” Justin stated with a shrug.
“Ah, I see. Well, I’d love to read more eventually. Perhaps you’ll have to tell me the rest of your name or some titles or something so I can read more of your work. You seem to be a really good author.” Desimir stated with a grin, brown eyes twinkling with that hidden secret, hidden promise.
Justin longed to explore what those depths held, what they promised. He couldn’t help but want to make them darken with passion until they were black like his favorite espresso. He wanted to see that light skin flushed with inner heat, wanted the man sitting across from him. Looking away, he could feel the barest of blushes stealing across his face at the thoughts running through his mind.
Giving himself a mental shake, he cleared his throat and looked back at Desimir, “Well, we’ll have to see how that goes. Perhaps in time I’ll let you see some of my other works. They aren’t really something that you would find in a bookstore, you have to look in specialty shops really to find them. According to my editor, it’s something about them not being suitable for young children to find and possibly read.”
“Young children and their innocent eyes can be a pain at times, can’t they?” Desimir chuckled, “Not that many young children are innocent anymore, though.”
“Very true, it’s sad to see what they know at a young age. Why my niece came up to me a few months ago, she’s twelve by the way, and asked me what a blowjob was. Apparently one of the boys in her class wanted her to give him one!” Justin looked outraged at the very thought, even as he was considering how the other would respond to one.
“I know, not that I have any young relative stories like that, but I understand where you are coming from with it. Children these days aren’t given anytime to just be children. They are forced to grow up so fast.”
Nodding, Justin picked his coffee back up, sipping. “So what do you do for a living? You know that I write, so it’s a fair trade.”
“I work as an architect. I have my own little office, I work mainly with one builder, but I’m trying to branch out to several more. It’s nice though, since I own the business I don’t have to always be drawing for them. I have a nice little collection of my own plans going now. It’s sorta lucrative. I can sell a set of plans for anywhere between 500 to 800 dollars or more, depending on how large the house is.” Realizing that he’d gone on for a while, he paused, blushing, “But I’m sure that it’s somewhat boring for you to listen to this.”
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Ugh, whatever had possessed him to go on like that? He should have just kept it that he was an architect and had his own business. Now he probably bored Justin, something he didn’t want to do. Desimir wanted to keep his attention for a good long while.
Surprise was almost written all over his face when he heard Justin respond, “No, please, don’t worry about it. I’m a writer; it’s always great to hear about other professions and such. It helps me create more realistic situations. Not that I’ve an architect anywhere in my story now, but there’s always that chance and it’s better to have knowledge then having to go researching. Besides, I’ve never met anyone who was one. What’s it like being an architect anyway? Knowing that your drawing plans for a house that someone is going to live in?”
Grinning, Desimir shook his head. “Normally my friends are asking me to shut up about the plans and stuff that I’m working on, but if you want me to keep going, I will, just tell me to stop if I’m boring you, please.”
Justin just smiled, giving a slow nod of consent.
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For the next hour or so, they talked. About Desimir’s career, how long Justin had been writing, what their plans were for the future. Each passing minute found them wanting to know more and more about the other and to spend more time together. Towards the end of their discussion, Desimir glanced down at his watch then back up at Justin, shock and disappointment written plainly on his face.
“I need to go, I’ve got a client stopping by in half and hour and there were some finishing touches that I needed to do! I’m so sorry, I’d love to stay and talk more, but…” Desimir trailed off, looking apologetic.
Justin felt a surge of sadness roll through him at the words, he was thoroughly enchanted with Desimir, however he hid it well, smiling softly, “I understand, no one has all the time in the world to sit around and talk with a stalling writer.”
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“Oh no! It’s not that, not in the least. I would love to sit and talk and get to know you until the place closed, but I’ve been working with these people for about three months now, and they are just so hard to please that I don’t want to be late getting back to the office.” Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he debated the wisdom of asking the man out for later on in the evening, for dinner or drinks.
Making up his mind, he looked up at the other, a radiant smile on his lips, invitation written in his deep brown eyes, “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind going out for a bite to eat later? My treat of course since I’m running out on you like this.”
Almost as an afterthought he added, “Unless you have a wife or girlfriend that would be expecting you home later…”
Desimir held his breath waiting for the response as Justin seemed to mull over the idea. He’d thrown the last part in almost as a probe, to see if the man was single. To him it didn’t matter if the man was gay or straight. If he was gay, then things would be easier, if not, well that did complicate matters, but not much, he was sure he could entice the man into his bed. Then again, things were leaning towards the gay side, with the stuff he wrote and all.
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Yes, I know, a very NASTY cliff hanger, and I am sooo sorry, but the chapter was just getting very, very long and this was the only logical point to break it off. But do not worry, I will be putting another chapter up with in the next 24 hours. My muse has returned and is hounding me, so I\'ll keep writing and posting until the muse leaves again or I fall asleep at the keyboard from exhaustion. Once again, if you are looking for update info, please join my Yahoo! Group. There\'s a link in my profile, just click on my name for all you new peoples!