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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,491
Reviews:
56
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Chapter 8
I know, I know, long time since last update and this one is sorta short and doesn\'t carry the story much further, but I wanted to let you guys know that I am still here and working, but me muse took a short vacation. I\'ll try and post more soon! Love to y\'all!
***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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“So what do you…”
“I hope you don’t mind…”
Both men broke off as they spoke at the same time. Desimir looked up at Justin, slightly sheepishly only to have the man wave for him to continue.
Gracing Justin with a small smile, Desimir started over, “I hope you don’t mind me asking this, but ever since earlier it’s been nagging at me.” A blush started to appear across his cheeks, but he foraged on, determined to get it all out before his face became a beacon in the dimly lit room. “From the way you were, uh, teasing me earlier, when I asked you out that is, and um, well, just by your actions could I assume that you, ah, you see I was wondering…” He didn’t want to just come out and say what he wanted to ask, not in a public place like this. Finally the perfect way to ask popped into his mind, “Are you very similar in lifestyle to your characters?”
It took a moment for Justin to respond, trying to figure out what Desimir had meant, “Oh! Like that? Yes, I am. I suppose you are as well?” For some reason he had to ask and hear it from the other’s mouth, instead of the vague hint from before.
“Yes, I just didn’t want to be too obvious about it in an open place like this, you never know what type of people are here, you know? It’s not that I’m shy about it, you know? It’s just that I’ve dealt with enough because of it.”
Justin nodded, a serious look on his face, “I think all of us have at some point or another. Some people just can’t accept differences and must mock them. Upsets me, but hopefully one day thinks will be better for people like us.”
It was then that Marissa came with the wine, her bright green eyes taking in the two serious men in front of her. “My, my, my, it’s way too early on in the night to look so serious! You two are here to have fun and get to know each other, so I want to see fun and laughing and no more seriousness. Do I make myself clear?” Her laughter spilled out as she started to pour the wine, first just a splash into Desimir’s glass.
Desimir lifted the glass to his lips, taking a sip and nodding at Marissa before he spoke, “Perfect, thank you. And we aren’t being serious already; we were just taking a moment out of the fun and laughter to get the serious stuff out of the way. Wouldn’t want to ruin the evening later on with seriousness, now would we?” He tossed a wink off at Justin, knowing just how to handle the outgoing redhead.
Marissa just shook her head and continued to pour the wine, “Silly man. Your apps should be here shortly. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” With that and a smile she turned away and headed back towards the kitchen.
Desimir picked up his glass and twirled it by the stem slowly, watching the crimson liquid inside. “So, now that we have that seriousness out of the way, tell me a little about yourself. You told me about how you became an author, but what about family? Do you have any family?”
Justin’s face shadowed for a moment and Desimir thought that he might have asked too much of a personal question for their first time out, so he quickly backtracked, “That’s okay, touchy subject? Let me tell you about mine instead.”
Shaking his head slowly, Justin waved away Desimir’s retraction, “No, that’s fine. I just don’t talk about them very often. Don’t see them very often either.” He looked pensive for a moment, “My family and I have drifted apart over the past few years. We have become the sort that only talks to each other around holidays. My parents got divorced when I was eight years old, and I spent the next ten years being shuttled back and forth between them. I suppose I was luckier than some because they both lived in the same town, so one week I was with my father, the next with my mother.
“I ended up burying myself in school work because it was the only way to get away from them. I was a pawn nothing more, just like my sister. Neither one of them were really well off, but if my father got us something, my mother had to try and out do his gift and visa versa. It got to the point that as soon as I could start working I did, saving up all my money. The day after I graduated from high school I moved out of their houses, out to New York, where I went to school.”
Through out Justin’s short speech, Desimir felt sadness welling up inside him, that was almost the complete opposite of his childhood. “I’m so sorry; I shouldn’t have brought up what are so obviously painful memories, Justin.”
Justin shook his head, bringing his eyes up to meet Desimir’s, “It’s okay, really. It doesn’t hurt as much to think about them anymore. I haven’t seen them since I moved out five years ago. I can’t say that I really miss them. But my mother blames my father for what she calls my ‘condition,’ saying that it was because he never paid me enough attention, while my father blames it on her, saying that it was her families bad influence – her older brother is gay too. My sister, Jenna, is the only one who’s okay with it.”
Desimir wasn’t sure how to respond to that; his family had always been the loving family and supported him when he had finally come out to them a few years ago. He couldn’t imagine someone trying to blame it on influence. Thankfully it was then that Marissa returned with the appetizers, setting them down before the two men with a smile before hurrying back to work since the restaurant had gotten a bit busy.
Picking up a mussel, he scooped a little bit more sauce onto the shell before sucking the shellfish out slowly. Setting down the empty shell, he smiled at Justin. “Let me tell you about my family.”
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***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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“So what do you…”
“I hope you don’t mind…”
Both men broke off as they spoke at the same time. Desimir looked up at Justin, slightly sheepishly only to have the man wave for him to continue.
Gracing Justin with a small smile, Desimir started over, “I hope you don’t mind me asking this, but ever since earlier it’s been nagging at me.” A blush started to appear across his cheeks, but he foraged on, determined to get it all out before his face became a beacon in the dimly lit room. “From the way you were, uh, teasing me earlier, when I asked you out that is, and um, well, just by your actions could I assume that you, ah, you see I was wondering…” He didn’t want to just come out and say what he wanted to ask, not in a public place like this. Finally the perfect way to ask popped into his mind, “Are you very similar in lifestyle to your characters?”
It took a moment for Justin to respond, trying to figure out what Desimir had meant, “Oh! Like that? Yes, I am. I suppose you are as well?” For some reason he had to ask and hear it from the other’s mouth, instead of the vague hint from before.
“Yes, I just didn’t want to be too obvious about it in an open place like this, you never know what type of people are here, you know? It’s not that I’m shy about it, you know? It’s just that I’ve dealt with enough because of it.”
Justin nodded, a serious look on his face, “I think all of us have at some point or another. Some people just can’t accept differences and must mock them. Upsets me, but hopefully one day thinks will be better for people like us.”
It was then that Marissa came with the wine, her bright green eyes taking in the two serious men in front of her. “My, my, my, it’s way too early on in the night to look so serious! You two are here to have fun and get to know each other, so I want to see fun and laughing and no more seriousness. Do I make myself clear?” Her laughter spilled out as she started to pour the wine, first just a splash into Desimir’s glass.
Desimir lifted the glass to his lips, taking a sip and nodding at Marissa before he spoke, “Perfect, thank you. And we aren’t being serious already; we were just taking a moment out of the fun and laughter to get the serious stuff out of the way. Wouldn’t want to ruin the evening later on with seriousness, now would we?” He tossed a wink off at Justin, knowing just how to handle the outgoing redhead.
Marissa just shook her head and continued to pour the wine, “Silly man. Your apps should be here shortly. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” With that and a smile she turned away and headed back towards the kitchen.
Desimir picked up his glass and twirled it by the stem slowly, watching the crimson liquid inside. “So, now that we have that seriousness out of the way, tell me a little about yourself. You told me about how you became an author, but what about family? Do you have any family?”
Justin’s face shadowed for a moment and Desimir thought that he might have asked too much of a personal question for their first time out, so he quickly backtracked, “That’s okay, touchy subject? Let me tell you about mine instead.”
Shaking his head slowly, Justin waved away Desimir’s retraction, “No, that’s fine. I just don’t talk about them very often. Don’t see them very often either.” He looked pensive for a moment, “My family and I have drifted apart over the past few years. We have become the sort that only talks to each other around holidays. My parents got divorced when I was eight years old, and I spent the next ten years being shuttled back and forth between them. I suppose I was luckier than some because they both lived in the same town, so one week I was with my father, the next with my mother.
“I ended up burying myself in school work because it was the only way to get away from them. I was a pawn nothing more, just like my sister. Neither one of them were really well off, but if my father got us something, my mother had to try and out do his gift and visa versa. It got to the point that as soon as I could start working I did, saving up all my money. The day after I graduated from high school I moved out of their houses, out to New York, where I went to school.”
Through out Justin’s short speech, Desimir felt sadness welling up inside him, that was almost the complete opposite of his childhood. “I’m so sorry; I shouldn’t have brought up what are so obviously painful memories, Justin.”
Justin shook his head, bringing his eyes up to meet Desimir’s, “It’s okay, really. It doesn’t hurt as much to think about them anymore. I haven’t seen them since I moved out five years ago. I can’t say that I really miss them. But my mother blames my father for what she calls my ‘condition,’ saying that it was because he never paid me enough attention, while my father blames it on her, saying that it was her families bad influence – her older brother is gay too. My sister, Jenna, is the only one who’s okay with it.”
Desimir wasn’t sure how to respond to that; his family had always been the loving family and supported him when he had finally come out to them a few years ago. He couldn’t imagine someone trying to blame it on influence. Thankfully it was then that Marissa returned with the appetizers, setting them down before the two men with a smile before hurrying back to work since the restaurant had gotten a bit busy.
Picking up a mussel, he scooped a little bit more sauce onto the shell before sucking the shellfish out slowly. Setting down the empty shell, he smiled at Justin. “Let me tell you about my family.”
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