tipsy bartender

Bottoms up and the devil laughs. Rafael Vidal 27 // Saint Laurent

[remingtongxllagher]

Remington’s gaze burned with desire as he watched Rafael, trying his best not to touch. Rafael’s mouth was sinful, and it left his skin burning for days even when there were no marks left behind. They were careful and quiet, but Remington’s heart never ceased to ache when they parted. Secrecy was his downfall, both in life and his relationship with the man on his knees in front of him. Remi was far from a quiet lover, and this was always nerve wracking for him, “Raf,” he groaned, “someone could walk in,” he whined quietly, though his hand remained locked onto the back of the man’s neck, his breath hitching with every intake as he waited for Rafael to just hurry.

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

“I locked the door,” he answered with ease, fingers working at easing Remington’s pants down towards his ankles. “It’s your birthday.” Rafael’s touch was ginger-- he was a tease, one without a dark mouth and a wicked sense of tempting. There was fear within him as well, he wasn’t immune, but it lived further in his heart-- he was better at pretending that it didn’t exist. 

[d-milestone-blog]

“More like a promise, sport.” Danielle raised his expression with a more deadly one. She didn’t play around, and if he were smart, he’d start to realize that and stop beatin’ gums with a trained assassin.

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

"I dare you to lift a hand,” Rafael said through teeth, his lips parted in a smile that was more bared incisors than genuine expression. This was not her place, he might have been unaware of who he was; but she certainly had no idea he was. Perhaps, Raf figured, it didn’t matter-- the Mr. in front of his title gave him all the right to snarl. His chin lifted and his shoulders straightened. “Scram.”

[remingtongxllagher]

Remington leaned into the touch, letting his gaze travel over Rafael’s mouth and his features, “People,” he admitted finally, groaning when their positions were switched. His mind was fuzzy, having drank enough for two men his size that day, yet sobriety still hit him, and his tolerance hadn’t been hit, “Never seeing you again.”

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

It was his turn now, lips brushing greedy against the rough patches on Remi’s jawline-- finding the places his razor hadn’t caught smooth. He slid kisses along pulse points, careful to not leave marks-- theirs was a quiet love, though he craved something more loud. “You don’t have to be scared of one,” Rafael promised, his knees hitting the wooden floor with a low thud. Hazel eyes drew up hungrily, eager to see the way anticipation flirted in the other man’s eyes. “Beautiful boy, if I had my way, we’d have forever.” He craved forever, eternity-- a youth that never ended and perhaps, a companion in it.

[d-milestone-blog]

“The only place my boots will be marching is right up your ass if you try to talk to me like that again, boy.” Danielle delivered in a deadly manner, disregarding his last question as she was no longer in the mood.

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

“A threat?” His expression shifted in amusement, hazel eyes glancing at his empty glass. “Somehow, I’m still parched.”

[remingtongxllagher]

Remington smirked slightly, remembering how much of a story he’d spun for his family about his new “business” partner. If their business included fucking on desks or in bathrooms, then yes, they were making a pretty good deal. He leaned against Rafael, letting his lips move against the other man’s jaw, “You’re not,” he corrected him, letting his fingers dance along Rafael’s bare chest once he slid his hand underneath the fabric, “I don’t have a good feeling about this night, Rafael.”

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

The worry saturated through to the mood, tainting it blue-- it wasn’t the way he wanted Remi’s birthday to go and he tipped his chin up, humming at the feel of lips against his throat. Was this weakness? Rafael’s hand curled around Remington’s jaw, cradling him close. “You should,” he answered, straightening to switch their positions, feet working fast as he pressed the other male up where he had just been. “What are you afraid of?”

[remingtongxllagher]

Remington laughed, meeting Rafael half way as he urged himself forward, lips slanting against the others almost perfectly. He hummed a thank you, letting his fingers thread through the back of Rafael’s hair so he didn’t mess it up completely, “I missed you,” he said finally, closing his eyes as his entire act fell in that moment. He wasn’t good at pretending, unless it involved his and Rafael’s life. He’d be killed, and Rafael simply for association, “I thought you’d almost forgotten today I turned twenty three,” he teased lightly.

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

“I would have stopped by this morning, but things were busy. Another day at the office,” Raf teased, lips parting in satisfaction at the admittance of easy syllables. He had a voracious hunger within him, one that made him do wicked things, fingers trailing lazily against bare skin-- sought after sliding between buttons. “Don’t say that, you make me feel old.” The loss of youth, it would ruin any mood; Rafael could feel beauty and strength leaving him each day as he slid away from his prime and became something more haggard instead. A wicked youth was charming, but there was no appeal in being a wretched old man.

[remingtongxllagher]

Remington leaned forward again, waiting until he could feel the hard outline of Rafael’s body against his. Rafael never failed to make him dizzy with want. “Yes,” he answered after a few heartbeats of silence, letting it draw out as his fingers curled into the jacket of Rafael’s suit, “Been waiting all night for you to stop talking and put some meaning behind those words of yours.”

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

“You’re real damn card,” he purred, his spine was curved against the door, the proximity of his ear to the wood meant that he could hear the activity behind it almost perfectly-- this tryst was so illicit, Rafael’s heart thudded with the possibility of being caught. It made this more delicious, he urged forward, lips finding the other male’s, fingers sliding somewhere else. “Happy birthday.”

[remingtongxllagher]

Remington smiled a little more, straightening up before he started laughing, “Really? You’re stuck on someone, huh? What kinda person you got hangin’ off of you, then?” he smiled a bit more, leaning forward, “I do. Care to tell me, handsome?”

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

He craved a cigarette, something between his fingers-- Rafael’s hands got wicked when they weren’t occupied; Remi’s words made them sneak forward, sneaking into the waist of the other male’s trousers. “You probably don’t know him, but his pretty mouth is too smart for his own good.” A quick tug brought him close, “Should I show you instead?”

[remingtongxllagher]

Remington leaned against the back of one of the couches, watching as the door shut behind the man. He allowed himself one moment to let his gaze roam over Rafael’s suit that fit him in all the right places, though the smug way the other carried himself always made him somewhat on edge. He preferred to see the other free of the facade, though their game right now was amusing to say the least, “You brought up cousins, didn’t you? What doll do I get to kiss and take home to marry?”

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

“I don’t think any of my cousins will find you their type,” the darker of the two said, his back leaning against the wall as he surveyed the room and the man in it. “You’ll also find that I’m quite opposed to sharin’ what I’m stuck on.” Rafael’s smile was split wide across his face. “Don’t you want to know what your present is?”

[remingtongxllagher]

Remington’s smile was dangerous, though the witch didn’t have much power, here. Rafael still didn’t know – and he was almost worried that he would find out before Remi could tell him. If what they had was love, god forbid, then the other should be fine with it, right? He set his glass down, taking a few idle steps towards an empty room, away from prying eyes, “What’s her name?”

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

Rafael didn’t mind the eyes that followed him across the room, there was something smug in the way that he carried himself-- the strength of a person who was so completely confident. He kicked the door shut behind them, doing so with the toe of his shoe, already his hands were free of the glass that he had drained. “What makes you think it’s a her?”

[remingtongxllagher]

Remington wrinkled his nose a little, trying not to laugh at the idea, “You want them all to be Vidals?” he said with a small smile, his tone turning somewhat fond. Was it horrible of him to wish to be one as well? Yes, and that’s what Remi told himself on a daily basis. He looked down at his ringless hand, shrugging his shoulders, “As well as the women they’ve been trying to find for myself and brothers?” he said finally, turning to look at Rafael, “Do you have a cousin for me, too?”

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

“It’s less syllables for the little ones to learn,” he said lazily, swallowing down the last of his drink before his Black Dahlia sort of smile soured into something sharper. Remi’s words were as sweet as daggers and Rafael glanced down at the other male’s body, dressed sharply in a suit. “I have something better,” he corrected, his fingers twitching to idly touch at Remington’s. “Don’t think I forgot your birthday,” the mob prince noted, “I’ve got a gift for you.”

[d-milestone-blog]

“An’ which direction did she head?” Danielle asked, stuffing the photograph into her back pocket – eager like a dog who had just caught a scent.

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

“Towards the bar, where you should march right now and refill my glass,” Raf oozed, looking back at the faded image with a renewed interest. “Who is she anyways?”

[remingtongxllagher]

“Ah, the postal service. Never as reliable as it used to be,” Remington just grinned, amused at the joke before he took the glass back from Rafael to take sip for himself, “Not at all,” he answered, refraining from letting his eyes roam over the other. He turned somewhat to the side, instead, figuring temptation was best left where it was standing until they were somewhere private. “My parents are here – mingling away as they find husbands for all of my sisters,” he said idly.

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

“A concerned citizen should probably write a scathing letter,” Rafael said idly, sipping his drink with relish. Amusement settled in his eyes, he hoped that Remington could see it, he had taken a shining to the man-- there was little shame in his advances, though it was clear that his ideologies were ones that only he possessed. “I have enough cousins,” the noted, fingers drumming against the throat of the delicate glassware. “Wouldn’t they all be so nicely accessorized with the last name Vidal?”

[remingtongxllagher]

Remington felt his presence before the words were even spoken. The man behind him, Rafael, had always been a thought inside this witch’s head. He turned ever so slightly, unable to stop the smile that spread across his features, “Rafael,” he greeted slowly, eventually letting his eyes rest on the other’s mouth, then finally his eyes, “I’d say the same for you, really,” he grinned.

Taking a step back to save their image, Remington handed Rafael the other drink he had been holding, gaze drifting to the open room not too far behind them, “Who even invited you? Didn’t think the Vidal’s would be here,” he admitted, though most of his words were just a coy facade. He was ultimately Rafael’s; every ounce of him was nearly begging to touch the other, yet right now all eyes were on every single person. The pretending would have to do for now.

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

“I think my invitation simply got lost in it’s way to my mailbox,” Rafael said, grinning dangerously. He wasn’t one to be trifled with, he had said the same thing to the man who announced their arrivals; the fire in his eyes had been enough for him to press the door open and allowed him inside. The youngest Vidal looked good; like sin in a suit-- it wasn’t an inaccurate description of someone of his social stance.“Why,” he took the drink and brought it to his lips, “Are you not happy to see me?”

[roleplcyheaux]

An embarrassed flush fell over Scarlett’s cheeks as her hazel hues locked on to his ocean ones from his seat by the bar. “You could have at least asked if I alright before laughing up a lung." The words had come up my whiner than she intended and immediately Scarlett straightened herself up, thrusting a chest out with a flip of her hair. "I mean…..don’t you have something better to do.”

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

He glanced listlessly down at the bony chest that drew closer in his direction, smothering one last snicker with a quieting sip of hooch. “You didn’t die, did you?” Rafael’s eyes found her ankles. “Laugh with me if you want, or scram.”

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

@remingtongxllagher

The party seemed to be going in an perfect fashion, tongues were loose with alcohol; it wasn’t just the smiles that passed in an easy way that were prohibited. Here, Rafael Vidal felt as though he was king, ruling over a place that he felt most comfortable. There was a glass in his hand, crystal and winking in the candlelight, swirling with amber liquid. Like a carnivore on the prowl, he strolled, hazel eyes glancing around to find a tall figure that he hadn’t quite realized he was seeking out. His steps found him from behind, lips close to his ear.

“Hello baby,” Rafael cooed, letting the words drop, softer than velvet against the other male’s neck. “Fancy seeing you here.”

[roleplcyheaux]

One moment she’d been happily swaying to the music in her own little world and the next her kitten heels caught on loose floor board propelling the young witch forward in a rush. Luckily Scarlett managed to catch herself before she ended up a heap on the floor, unluckily someone seemed to have caught her embarrassing trip. “That, um, was definitely apart of the dance. Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die…..well okay maybe not the hope to die part.”

[rafaelvidal-blog1]

He didn’t bother hiding the booming laugh that erupted from his lips, smothering the expression with a sip from his glass. “Aren’t you supposed to practice in heels before you take your legs out for a walk?”