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Turning his head at the mention of his name he shoved the mic to the host guy. “Oh my god, hey!” He said greeting with a hug. “Not much.. start of spring break. Breaking the night out right. You wanna sing?”
Shielding his eyes from the lights, Julian starts to pull Trent off-stage. “No! Hell no! I would and could never get in front of all those people and sing. Not even if I drank the bar, first. Come help me do that, though.”
[grins, placing a hand on Julian’s hips to draw him in] Well if the lucky boy’s fiance says yes, then why the hell not? And don’t worry, it isn’t. The closest thing you’d be getting to a relaxation spa is the hot tub in the hotel we’d be staying in.
You really think I should ask him? [eyelids flare and relax as he comes to rest against him, elbows on Gabe’s wide chest] Okay, but if you so much as imply I should slow down anything, I’m outta there.
I damn well could be! [grins all happy and excited] Maybe I’ll go next week find some lucky boy to take along.
Is that me, am I the lucky boy? Why New Orleans of all places? Wait, is this an intervention or something? There better not be some Relaxation Spa waiting for me when I get off the plane.
Trent’s spring break was finally hear and although it was still cold and snowing in New York, he was having a great time. He was on his four or fifth drink when his college friend told him to get up and start singing for the karaoke. “Alright alright, I was forced up here, what do you all want me to sing?” Speaking in the microphone
Julian comes out from a dark corner of the bar, no telling what he was even doing over there, but he sees Trent and laughs loudly from the sidelines, pointing. “Trent? What the fuck man, what’s up??”
“Blanco” (x)
If you’re really into authenticity, it’s the place to be! Great city, great food, great music— And they have the best late night jazz clubs. I love jazz. If jazz was a person, I would fuck him.
[laughs] Are you their new spokesperson?
Yep. -snorts- 21.
Oh, okay, cool, drink up then. [grins and drinks]
smthabtu • terrance+julian
[chuckles into the kiss while his hand moves up to stroke through Julian’s hair] I should find that a little worrying but something tells me it might have been intentional most of the time. But I guess the fact that I didn’t makes me a better guy than we both thought, huh? [he smirks and moves the hand not in Julian’s hair down to his ass, pushing him forward more so that their dicks were working each other to their full hardness]
Yeah, maybe. Definitely not intentional all the time, but if it was, it wouldn’t fit into the overall theme of my life, so... [wraps arms around Terrance’s neck to pull himself up a little and better rock his junk against the other’s before he slips his hands up under his shirt, feeling around to tweak a nipple]
I have this sudden urge to see New Orleans. I don’t even know why, but I could just binge spend and take a trip right now, maybe stay for an entire week.
Oh wow, really? I’ve never been there.
TEXT || Julian
Xander: Don't paint your nails.
Julian: It's metaphorical.
TEXT || Julian
Xander: I'm making up for it tonight. I'm ordering food from the place you love near the hotel then coming over. We can eat and fuck, not necessarily in that order.
Julian: You better 💅
TEXT || Julian
Xander: How have you been? Sorry I've been busy with work lately.
Julian: Yeah, I've noticed.
TEXT || Julian
Xander: Hey.
Julian: Hi there.
[smiles] Okay, cool. I have vodka and pineapple juice. And water
Vodka works.
Straight? [moves to get them two glasses in which to pour the clear liquid] Wait, how old are you?
@ Julian
Yeah, he used to be my best friend. [grimaces] I think they’d be good enough for anybody. He didn’t think we were similar enough. That I was too young for him, too slutty toward him. Not ready to be a dad. Occasionally very stoned. Honestly, I always thought he was the realest man I’d ever met. [ shakes his head] No, but it’s ok it happens sometimes.
Used to be? Don’t go and tell me he moved away and you two stop talking [Gives Julian a small smile and pats the man’s shoulder] It just sounds like you two were in different stages of life and it’s hard to push yourself forward or back unless you really really want to,and sometimes not even then. [Scoffs] Well don’t think I’ll be allowing that tonight. I like my men with a little meat.
Well, life just got in the way for us. It happens. [sighs] Maybe, but I'll never understand how compromise wasn't an option. [sideyes] It's not really about someone /allowing/ me to skip meals. I just can't find anything I want to eat.
Yeah, he’s always tried to help me with that actually. But he gets worse and worse as time goes on, and this last year or so, he’s been close to useless there. Got a boyfriend and everything. But I live a depressing existence. It’s my lot in life. Want a drink or are you a get-right-to-it type?
Wow… Uh, I could go for a drink.
[smiles] Okay, cool. I have vodka and pineapple juice. And water
-knocks on the door- Still lonely?
[opens, smiling, to let him in] I’m what’s known as always lonely. It’s the one constant in my life.
That’s… Depressing. Especially given the fact that you have a fiancé.
Yeah, he's always tried to help me with that actually. But he gets worse and worse as time goes on, and this last year or so, he's been close to useless there. Got a boyfriend and everything. But I live a depressing existence. It's my lot in life. Want a drink or are you a get-right-to-it type?
