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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Aug 9, 2014 5:26:21 GMT
A moment of uncomfortable silence builds between them. Nevada doesn't know how to break it. His concern is brushed off not laughed off. "I assume you do not wish to take a shower together then?" He finally wills himself to speak, spouting the first thing off his head. It almost feels insensitive once its off his tongue. It's too late to take it back now. "Should I leave?" Sometimes life would be easier with an undo button ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Aug 9, 2014 5:40:39 GMT
He's cold. Sitting on the floor, he's still clothed save for the few buttons Nevada had undone, but he feels naked, freezing. A tear drips, he tastes the salt on his lips, wipes at it angrily; he doesn't want to cry. He doesn't want to look so needy.
But god, is he needy. He's hollow, he just doesn't know what it is he needs, what it is he wants.
Nevada doesn't press. Angel doesn't want to explain - he remembers Nevada catching him with another man - he doesn't want that cold anger, not now.
He needs warmth.
"Can I have a bath instead?"
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Aug 10, 2014 2:33:32 GMT
The shimmer of a tear trails down Angel's cheek. He wipes it away but Nevada has seen it. More than anything, he wants to know what caused it. What has shaken him up so much? Angel won't say. He will probably never know. At least Angel lets him stay, or he assumes as much. He didn't acknowledge his question so he hopes it means he can stay. "Whatever you wish." He will give Angel the world if he could. Nevada is so thoroughly smitten that he is always putty in Angel's hands. Lately especially. But there is a doubt in his mind, more of a fear actually. He tries to ignore it. "How would you like your bath prepared?" ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Aug 12, 2014 6:59:32 GMT
The tension is still unwinding between them. Angel's heart rate isn't hammering anymore, he's not quite so on the edge, but he still thinks of the way Nevada picked him and started to undress him. He had always hoped for something rough and savage in Nevada, something that made him a man Angel could understand.
But right now, it's Nevada, gentle and doting, that he wants. The Nevada that asks how he wants his bath - it's a stupid question, but at the same time a comforting one, even if he can't answer it. Angel draws his knees to his chest, huddled on the floor shrugs. He just wants to feel warm again, warm and clean.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Aug 14, 2014 2:25:39 GMT
Nevada never knows what Angel wants. Times like now when Angel rejected him when he tried to be forceful make him confused. But he is happy as well because it seems his beloved wants him how he normally is—tender and loving. He will do anything to make him happy. He runs the bath, added in bath salts and oils until the room was bathed in a pleasant aroma. Nevada tests the water before turning his attention back to Angel. The water has to be just right before he’ll even think of letting Angel get in. “The bath is ready. Would you like me to leave?” ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Aug 19, 2014 2:59:20 GMT
Sometimes, Angel wishes for the Nevada he'd first met, before he was lovestruck and doting. It makes him uncomfortable; he's had rich guys and sweet guys and sometimes even romantic guys, but they all run out of patience, lose interest, eventually. One night they're tangled in each other, limbs and lips; one morning they can't stand the sight of him anymore.
Nevada is different. No matter what, he always forgives. He's never hit Angel, never punished or denied him, hardly ever raised his voice. Even when Angel expects it and flinches (Why are you always the firestarter, covered in burns, you should know better).
Hugging his knees, he's only paying faint attention to Nevada's movements, looking up when he speaks.
He realizes he doesn't want Nevada to leave. He realizes he likes being taken care of, for once in his life.
"If you want." He shrugs, not entirely admitting it as he stands up and slides out of his clothes. Part of him wants to turn away, but he's never ashamed. He watches Nevada closely, tensed as if he's waiting for him to reach out, to take what's his.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Aug 28, 2014 14:54:33 GMT
Angel never admits to anything. He is shut tighter than an old fashioned strongroom, and Nevada doesn't know the code to get himself in. There are moments of weakness, where he is close to seeing what he hides, but they are brief and vanish before he ever grasps anything substantial. Nevada never gives up on him, no matter how many doors slam in his face. No matter how much he gets burned. He knows Angel likes how he treats him. That's more than enough to keep him around. Nevada isn't like the men who pay to bruise him or force him down. He builds him up and places him on a pedestal. Angel is precious and irreplaceable in his eyes. "If you want" is as close to yes as Nevada can get. He reached out to run his fingers against Angel's wet cheek. "If you are uncomfortable at all, you can ask me to leave." He carefully removes his clothes. They coil to the ground around his feet. Once, he was sure he would never undress around someone else. But after Angel, he had loosened up a bit. "You first." ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Aug 31, 2014 6:52:17 GMT
Angel watches with the unabashed look he's practiced all these years, the look that makes him solid and weighty, like he's indestructible. Like he's not like a child seeking the naive comforts of another person.
He's done plenty more uncomfortable than share a bath - he doesn't need to say it and he doesn't know if he could. Neither of them need a reminder.
Wordlessly, he steps into the bath, the water is hot but not unbearably so. But he still wishes it were scalding as he sinks into it, a mess dissolved.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Sept 1, 2014 4:40:55 GMT
Angel moved into the large Jacuzzi tub first. He contemplates giving Angel his space. Isn’t that what he wants? Nevada has a feeling that if he doesn’t take a bold risk every once in a while, he’ll never get anywhere with him. So he moved to step in next. He’s swallowed up in the warm water, sitting himself as close to Angel as he can. Nevada coils his arms around him, pressing a kiss on the curve of his neck. “You have been so distant lately.” He whispers, brushing golden strands of hair from Angel’s neck. “I am worried.”ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Sept 4, 2014 16:58:56 GMT
The tub is huge, enough that the two of them fit easily. Nevada gets in with him, and for a moment Angel is unsure as Nevada steps in, sits by him. It isn't like him to be so forward.
But he doesn't mind it, the way Nevada's arm is warm around his shoulders, his lips gentle against his neck. At first he sits silent, looking at the dried flowers floating in the bathwater, wafting scent and moving with the water when Angel shifts slightly.
He reaches up and links his fingers with Nevada's. "About what?" He asks dully, letting his head loll back against Nevada's arm.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Sept 10, 2014 4:16:24 GMT
It’s usually Angel who wants them to bath together, never Nevada. Nevada has always been too prude for it. He is never the bold one in their relationship. Sharing a bath with Angel feels right. Nevada can’t help but notice the way his slighter frame fits against his as if they’re two pieces of a puzzle finally joined. There’s no denying that he love the feeling of their bare skin touching. He has no problem with Angel’s nudity either, in fact; he has come to enjoy the sight of Angel’s bare body. It’s beautiful in a way he can’t put words to. “You.” He mumbles, pressing the side of his face against Angel’s and kisses his cheek. “You come home every night with bruises. And your eyes seem so hallow lately. Where has that fire gone?”ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Sept 11, 2014 3:58:24 GMT
Nevada had used to hate any physical contact. He'd come to bear it; and eventually even to like it. Now he's the one to pull Angel close, wrap him in his arms and trail kisses up his neck along his jaw. Gently, always. When they're in bed, it feels like Nevada is worshiping him, not fucking him and it's not like anything he's ever known.
It's safe, and now he can settle in the warm water, let himself be engulfed in the sweet scent of the bath, in Nevada's presence. Even his voice, that monotonous murmur that vibrates against Angel's skin, is soothing now when it's aggravating other times.
But instinct tenses his limbs, narrows his eyes (though their expression remains vacant). "Do you think I'm fucking around again?" He isn't. He goes out and he lets men stare and touch and flirt and shove their tongues past his lips and worm their hands beneath his clothes but no further. It isn't faith by Nevada's definition, but Angel's understanding is different, they both know this.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Sept 12, 2014 4:41:11 GMT
Once before, Angel feared him. Not because he thought Nevada could hurt him, but because he had power over him. Nevada has shown he is gentle and prefers to treat Angel like he is priceless, like a princess or rare gem. He never aims to upset Angel, only please him in every way he can. Angel knows it. He isn't capable in a fight. Even though he began to work out at Angel's request, he has no idea how to fight. He has no desire to. But he can't forget the rage he felt when he saw Angel tangled with another man. He tries not to think of it, nut the bruises lead him there. There is a flicker of suspicion that wavers inside him. It grows at Angel's tone. "No one said you were Angel," remarked the man. He reached to tilt Angel's face upwards, pressing a kiss to his parted lips. He said, as soon as he pulled away, "If you are, will I have to remind you that you are mine?" ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Sept 16, 2014 5:49:21 GMT
He had hated the thought of being anyone's. At least not in this way, in anything as absolute and eternal as was Nevada's idea of marriage. Angel had never been his own, always someone's propertyl but like a dirty motel or a shoddy hostel he was temporary, cheap.
Nevada is invested in scrubbing off the stains and dusting off the corners and pretending he has something new and clean and Angel is more beautiful than he's ever been.
Sometimes, the thought of marriage is bearable. Sometimes, it's almost a comfort to know he won't be thrown away. Angel shuts his eyes and smiles despite himself. No matter what he says, Nevada is gentle, the obedient one. "What if I did forget?" He murmurs, and he lets the warm water lap away at the stickiness on his skin, lets Nevada kiss him.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Sept 21, 2014 3:57:39 GMT
Angel’s not one to stay when the sun rises. He never commits. Nevada pretends he doesn’t realize this truth, but it’s hard to ignore. No matter how much he tells himself Angel is his, that the ring he wears binds them together for all eternity, he can’t deny his doubts. One day he could be alone again, and he doesn’t have it in him to hold make him stay. Well, that’s what he once thought. More and more, Nevada is starting to realize how much he wants Angel to realize how serious he is when he says he loves him. The ring adorning his finger is more than just a trinket. It is proof of his devotion. “I will never allow you to forget.” Somehow, Nevada feels that when he says those words, they aren’t just some foreplay to make Angel happy. He means them. “I will remind you the only way you understand” His fingertips glide down Angel’s jawbone, stopping just under his chin and lifting it up. Then he kisses him with a passion he’s forwardness he hasn’t shown before. Its forced, an effort he isn’t used to making. But if its for Angel, he is willing to do anything. ANGEL ALESSI
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