Mordecai (working title >
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,198
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Everyone in this story is a character who belongs to me, contrived completely from my own thoughts, not meant to resemble any persons living or dead, in any way. The places and shops and any non-name-brand products are also mine.
Mordecai (working title ><)
Mordecai turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing the waiting towel before drying off his silky, wavy hair and toned, mohagony body.
Slipping the pair of pants he had worn the previous night over his strong legs and narrow hips, he didn’t bother with underwear. Roughly running his fingers through the still damp strands, he tried to disentangle his hair as he could before gathering the dark, soft strands and tying them off with a ribbon at the crown of his head.
Stepping into the adjacent room, he scanned for his bag and the rest of his clothing. Locating them, he slipped his silk button-up on, leaving it open, and his satchel over his shoulder. On his way out of the open door, he grabbed his tie off of the doorknob where he saw it, stuffing the subtly patterned material into his bag.
Barefoot, he then navigated to the small living area, where he quickly located his Italian-leather slip-ons and cotton dress socks. Putting his shoes on in record time, Mordecai was ready to go. Glancing at the time as he heard the shower switch on, he mentally cringed.
10:30.
Way too late for his tastes, but at least she (he forgot her name) hadn’t come out and asked to cuddle, or something. Mordecai absolutely hated when they tried to make more of it than it was. Grimacing slightly, the man simply placed a card on the coffee table and left, making sure to shut the door quietly behind him.
Stepping out onto the walk, Mordecai stretched in the cleansing morning sunlight. Hoisting his luggage into a more comfortable position on his shoulder, the man placed a cocky smile on his lips, ready to seduce the world, and began walking.
“Oh, I can’t wait!…I wonder if she’ll like these…” as Mordecai meandered down the staircase to the parking lot, he passed a smaller man heading the opposite direction, holding a bouquet of flowers and mumbling merrily to himself. “I hope I’m not being too forward, but…Oh! I just can’t wait!”
Curious, the dark-skinned man watched the flustered blonde run up the steps, stopping at the apartment Mordecai himself had just vacated. Hmmm…As the stranger knocked thrice upon the door, Mordecai appraised him, eyes raking up and down the slighter body. Not bad looking…I’m not usually into pretty blondes, preferring to keep my men, men and my women, women, but…As he watched, the door opened, the red-head from the night before gushing at the flowers and batting he eyelashes in some extreme form of flirtation he distinctly remembered from last night. Obviously anxious, the man, who was probably little more than a boy, actually, pressed his middle and fore-fingers to his temple in a gesture which was probably habit formed of wearing glasses. Oh, yes…Mordecai grinned, body unconsciously taking on the easy and deceptive laziness of a predator. Hm. Cute. This could be worth pursuing…
Taking note of the
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A/N
yay for unfinished sentences!
i dunno how to finish it, but i know what i want to say.....just give me a while. it'll come to me. in the shower, most likely.
but yesserz.
Mordecai. the delicious Host from the host club......that he works at ^^;
i don't yet know if this is in shigh.
and i don't remember what blondie's name is....soooooo........any assisstance/ideas would be more than welcome ^^ <3
Slipping the pair of pants he had worn the previous night over his strong legs and narrow hips, he didn’t bother with underwear. Roughly running his fingers through the still damp strands, he tried to disentangle his hair as he could before gathering the dark, soft strands and tying them off with a ribbon at the crown of his head.
Stepping into the adjacent room, he scanned for his bag and the rest of his clothing. Locating them, he slipped his silk button-up on, leaving it open, and his satchel over his shoulder. On his way out of the open door, he grabbed his tie off of the doorknob where he saw it, stuffing the subtly patterned material into his bag.
Barefoot, he then navigated to the small living area, where he quickly located his Italian-leather slip-ons and cotton dress socks. Putting his shoes on in record time, Mordecai was ready to go. Glancing at the time as he heard the shower switch on, he mentally cringed.
10:30.
Way too late for his tastes, but at least she (he forgot her name) hadn’t come out and asked to cuddle, or something. Mordecai absolutely hated when they tried to make more of it than it was. Grimacing slightly, the man simply placed a card on the coffee table and left, making sure to shut the door quietly behind him.
Stepping out onto the walk, Mordecai stretched in the cleansing morning sunlight. Hoisting his luggage into a more comfortable position on his shoulder, the man placed a cocky smile on his lips, ready to seduce the world, and began walking.
“Oh, I can’t wait!…I wonder if she’ll like these…” as Mordecai meandered down the staircase to the parking lot, he passed a smaller man heading the opposite direction, holding a bouquet of flowers and mumbling merrily to himself. “I hope I’m not being too forward, but…Oh! I just can’t wait!”
Curious, the dark-skinned man watched the flustered blonde run up the steps, stopping at the apartment Mordecai himself had just vacated. Hmmm…As the stranger knocked thrice upon the door, Mordecai appraised him, eyes raking up and down the slighter body. Not bad looking…I’m not usually into pretty blondes, preferring to keep my men, men and my women, women, but…As he watched, the door opened, the red-head from the night before gushing at the flowers and batting he eyelashes in some extreme form of flirtation he distinctly remembered from last night. Obviously anxious, the man, who was probably little more than a boy, actually, pressed his middle and fore-fingers to his temple in a gesture which was probably habit formed of wearing glasses. Oh, yes…Mordecai grinned, body unconsciously taking on the easy and deceptive laziness of a predator. Hm. Cute. This could be worth pursuing…
Taking note of the
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A/N
yay for unfinished sentences!
i dunno how to finish it, but i know what i want to say.....just give me a while. it'll come to me. in the shower, most likely.
but yesserz.
Mordecai. the delicious Host from the host club......that he works at ^^;
i don't yet know if this is in shigh.
and i don't remember what blondie's name is....soooooo........any assisstance/ideas would be more than welcome ^^ <3