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I don't think I ever asked you, did you get to travel much living with that band?

They mostly played in London and nearby, so not really.

I've always wanted to go to New York City, though. Might move there if I get a chance to.

Ah. Well, I'm sure the experience was interesting, anyway?

I visited once when I was twelve or thirteen, part of a group thing for some of the kids like me. I don't remember what the city itself was like though, just the museums and stuff. Is there a particular reason you want to go there, specifically?

it was brilliant. we never really needed to travel; we had enough fun at home. I'm from Manchester so London was sort of new to me anyway.

Curt lives there. I showed you one of his albums when I did your makeup; he's the one I met after the death of glitter concert.

[The one I slept with goes unsaid, at least in public. Hopefully, she'll remember his confession from that night.]

[oh. Yeah, that explains a lot.]

Ah. Yeah, that makes sense. I don't know a lot about any music scene, past or my present, but I get that. I did something similar, when I decided to stay in Denver when I finished my first project.

[She had moved to Denver for SGC originally, but she knew she'd stayed with it for Nick. Would she have followed him, if he'd gone back to California when Gloria died instead of chasing the chevron? Maybe. She doesn't know how to feel about that. But she definitely can't judge anyone else for wanting it.]

I'd imagine New York would be a good place for a journalist, though. I mean, most of my knowledge of that field is only from movies and things, not much real. I know where I'm from it's still got enough people from everywhere that the one time I went I didn't get stared at.

[the reasons the two of them might get strange looks were very different,and she'd lost hers, but still]

thanks for telling me.
I don't think I'd ever tell him if I did. I probably wouldn't even be able to find him, but I just...like the idea of not having an ocean between us, even if I never see him again.

[Someday, maybe, he'll tell her what he wished for when he first arrived at Eudio, but not until they're in person and alone. He ignores the thought, for now.]

You still know more about it than I do. I only know what I've seen on telly or read about in the paper.

glam rock band? do tell, darling. i followed Bowie for a while in the 1970s, myself

though i have to say, that was a job that required being on my knees quite a bit. how are yours?

[ Vex, no. ]

It's still '75 where I'm from.

I haven't heard of Bowie, but I have everything Brian Slade released. I've also got all of Curt Wild's music, but he's more on the rock side than glam. The band I lived with is called The Flaming Creatures and I've got most of their stuff as well, although I couldn't fit all of my records in my suitcase. I'm also fond of Jack Fairy, Queen, Jimi Hendrix and The Rolling Stones.

But anyway,

[Upon rereading the second question, the implication behind it sinks in with a lurch, and he feels his face heat up--thankfully, Wildd doesn't seem to notice his embarrassment, or at least, doesn't care.]

they'd get pretty banged up but they still work alright.

it's '75 and you haven't heard of Bowie? i honestly pity your world because in mine he is the most incredible glam rocker to ever rock. i wonder if i could find a pic of him my bloody daemon, he could turn any bi-curious boy into a full out queen in seconds.

at least we have Queen, Hendrix and the Stones in common.

yeah? wanna give them a test-run? i'd even squeeze into my leather trousers for the occasion. ;-)

don't feel too bad. my world had Brian Slade until a bit ago.
I could show you an album cover if you like, although I wouldn't know how bi-curious boys feel about him since I was a full out queen before I'd ever heard of him.

["bi-curious" isn't a term he's familiar with, but he can guess from contextual clues--he hopes.]

I pity your world for not having Curt Wild, personally. Maybe we're even.

[Arthur has to chew on the offer for a moment before he responds. Does he want to? Definitely, but badly enough to say yes to a total stranger...not quite, although a bit closer than he'd like to admit; it's been a while, after all.

Finally, after a long moment of silence, he adds on: ]

Buy me a beer and I'll think about it.

do you have any of his music? we don't, and i'd love to hear. wait, why would you bring music with you during the apocalypse? maybe this computer can do something useful and actually play it for us.

ha! were you? that's bloody brill, luv. i think i'd miss tits too much to go fully over, but sometimes i meet a bloke with the most perfect prick i forget about them for a few hours

i've got plenty of beer at my place. are you feeling lucky?

[ That last sentence was mostly because he figured this guy didn't even know what he looked like, so accepting an invitation to his home might be a bit on the risky side. Vex liked that sort of thing. ]

I do, actually. Just what I could fit in my suitcase, though, and I don't have my record player, but I could show you the covers.

[He flushes at the vulgarity--somehow, despite the whirlwind of comparative debauchery of the past few years, it still embarrasses him a little.

As does the bold proposition. Though part of him finds it thrilling, a slightly larger part finds it terrifying.]

I'd rather meet in public the first time. You can bring the beer, though, there's no sense in not using what you've got.

you actually had time to pack?? lucky bugger

scared? >;-)

[ A few years ago Vex would have said Arthur had very good reasons to be scared of him, but nowadays not so much. Still, he wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to tease someone for being scared. ]

I didn't bring much. Mostly, I hadn't unpacked in the first place.

[The series of symbols at the end are confusing to him, but the word makes him blush a little deeper.]

should I be?
trying to get me to agree to shag without meeting you first doesn't exactly inspire confidence.

nah, there's no reason to be scared of me anymore. and we don't have to shag, sometime a drink is just a drink. unless you don't want it to be just a drink.

that's why I wanted to meet you first. I can't answer that question until I have.

meet me on the beach then. you know, where we all first showed up?

[ Which was cheating slightly due to the fact that his house was right there, but Arthur didn't need to know that. ]

yeah. alright.

[Although it takes him a while to work up the nerve to actually do it. Suddenly, he feels hyperaware of every centimeter of his skin, seeing it through the lens of a still-hypothetical partner; after a short staring contest with Wildd (who probably isn't judging him nearly as much as he feels like he's being judged), he leaps into frantic motion.

There's only so much preening he can actually do, though, so once he makes sure he's passably clean, he shoves away the anxiety and changes into a pair of close-fitting trousers and a blue t-shirt. He applies a bit of eyeliner, but doesn't bother with any other makeup--he's already running later than he'd like to--and finally, loosely ties his gauze leopard-print scarf around his neck.

Wildd, when asked if he looks alright, just tilts its head and chirps.

Arthur takes a deep breath, steels himself and holds out his arm. Wildd hops aboard, settling into its usual perch on his shoulder, and together they head for the beach.

When the salt air hits his face, he inhales deeply. It's calming--almost enough to distract him from the terror of what he's about to do.]

[ Vex wasn't used to being feared anymore, so he was unaware of any terror that he might be striking in his new companion. He dragged a few of his deck chairs closer to the ocean and set them in the sand. Between them he set a cooler full of a mismatched selection of beers, because beggers couldn't be choosers in this place, then reclined in a casual outfit as he waited for his arrival.

He hadn't done his own makeup in a long time, and he wasn't about to start it back up in this hellhole. A pity, it would've been nice to have some while meeting a fellow glam rock lover.

When he spotted the fellow looking around he tilted his sunglasses down his nose and let out a loud whistle between two of his fingers to catch his attention. Then he waved him over. ] Oi! Over here! [ He greeted, his thick working-class London accent apparent and yet slightly off. ] Have a seat and a drink, gorgeous. What's that then? [ He nodded at Wildd. ]

[Arthur finds, to his relief, that his...date? One-night stand?--is attractive. Sure, if given the choice he tends to prefer fair-haired men, but it's not like he's exactly swimming in options, and it's been months since the last time he had a proper shag.

But just because he's easy doesn't mean this man has to know about it, and a part of him wants to hold onto the last scrap of his dignity; instead of just dropping straight to his knees, he folds his arms over his chest with a small, lopsided smile.

(There's something odd about the way he speaks, too, but two years living in London after seventeen in Manchester hasn't trained his ear enough to be able to pick up on what exactly that something is.)]

I thought you said you'd wear leather trousers.

[Tucked in the pocket of his own tight jeans is a page from a newspaper--the very one that had gotten him kicked out in the first place--but, for the moment, he doesn't pull it out. He is, after all, trying to maintain at least a facade of mystery.

Instead, he browses through the selection of beer, eventually picking something that says "IPA". He sits in the opposite chair and holds out his arm, and Wildd hops down to his hand as if on cue and chirps at his companion.]

It's my daemon. I think it's a kind of thrush, but I'm not sure which kind exactly.

[ It was difficult to tell through the sunglasses, but Vex was definitely eyeing Arthur up to appraise him. Reminded him a bit of the bloke from American Psycho looks-wise, and that wasn't a bad thing. ]

On the beach? That's mad, luv. When I was first dumped here it crawled all up my legs and it took me ages to get it off, so it's been shorts ever since. Few months ago I prob'ly would've worn a speedo and shaved, but I really didn't have a reason to get all dolled up lately, It's not as though there's a nightlife here. Ask nice and I'll model my wardrobe for ya.

[ He shrugged before taking a deep swig from his can, his eyes off to the side to look at the bird Arthur was showing off. ] Mm mm, I wonder if my cat would go for him. Hexd?! [ His head turned so he could shout back at the nearby house, where a black cat reclined on wooden deck of his patio. It rose it's head briefly as if to regard Vex, then set it back down as if to go back to sleep. ] Cheeky blighter... [ Vex muttered before he shook his head and relaxed back into his chair, apparently giving up on the willful machine ]

Does yours ever get like that?

Eugh. I hadn't thought of that.

[Arthur grimaces, wanting to squirm just at the idea of the combination of sand and leather--true, he's a little disappointed, but it's alright. It's not like the man isn't fit without them.

The idea of a speedo makes Arthur blush, which he tries (and probably fails) to hide in a sip of beer, but at least the attention is drawn off him for a moment by the cat. He takes another sip to give himself a bit of a buffer, swallowing.]

Not really. She pulls out hair sometimes, but I think she's just trying to preen.

[He takes in a deep breath and another swig of beer, breaking eye contact by staring out at the waves.]

Maybe I will ask, if I have a reason to.

[ Even with sunglasses, Vex's eyes tended to zero in on a blush- especially if an attractive bloke was doing the blushing. That made his mouth curve up in a crooked grin, one of the few he'd displayed since coming to this place. ]

Pink looks good on ya, darling. So what do you think? Still scared?

[ Maybe it was too early to ask, but Vex wasn't exactly known for his patience. Not that he wanted to push Arthur into bed or anything, his sex drive definitely hadn't been top-notch since leaving Eudio but he wanted to check in anyway. ]

[As per usual, drawing attention to the embarrassed flush of his face only makes it worse, and he has to fight the urge to squirm under the sudden, heavy heat of Vex's dark eyes on him. It's not totally unpleasant, though--he'd been called darling, and there's a promise in that smile he's seen before.

Though his face is still hot and he's not quite sure what to do with his hands, he manages a smile back, along with a glance that he hopes is more coy than skittish.]

I was never scared--I just wanted to see if you were fit.

[He downs the rest of his beer to steel himself, speaking before he has a chance to think about what he's going to say.] At the moment, the odds are in your favor.

Alright. [ He said good-naturedly, which didn't seem to match Vex's nature, but he soon shifted into teasing which matched his name a bit better. ] So you're not gonna piss yourself if I tell you my house is right behind us, yeah?

[ Since Arthur was so reluctant to meet him at his home in the first place... Sure, it was a bit of trickery, but Vex was fae after all. ] Glad to hear I've still got it even when I'm not at my best. [ He chuckled with a false sense of pride as he took a swig from his bottle. ]

Thanks, luv. Say the word and you can see even more.

[Arthur raises an eyebrow--he didn't come off as that skittish, did he? Then again, he's never been all the good with understanding how other people saw him, and the snort of laughter is equally self-deprecating and incredulous.]

You're a few years too late to have me as a blushing virgin, I'm afraid.

[True, he'd sort of felt like a virgin again with Curt, but while Vex is attractive, he hasn't had the honor of starring in most of Arthur's fantasies up until this point, and it's much easier now than it had been then to ignore the nerves and focus on what previous experience has taught him.

The blushing part, though, is a little harder to push away, so he breaks eye contact and looks out at again at the ocean for a bit of a buffer from the words he's about to say.]

I seem to remember a question about the condition of my knees? If you're still curious, I could give you a bit of a demonstration.

Edited 2017-09-04 02:54 (UTC)

I might not have the virgin part, but I definitely have the blushing part.

[ He pointed out with a sly smirk on the edge of his lips and his dark brows briefly bouncing. Vex didn't commonly see blushes with the people who hung around him, so naturally he noticed them. ]

Darling, I'd love a demo.

[ With a wink and an inviting wiggle of his finger, he even spread his legs apart while reclined in his beach chair. Right here? Out in the open? Of course Vex would assume that, he had no shame. ]

[Well, that's one way to prove he's not full of it.

Sure, outright exhibitionism isn't something Arthur's every been fond of, but a quick glance around tells him they're alone, and the intangible risk of getting caught is something that both thrills him and terrifies him on a base level.

He breathes in, then out, then pushes himself up from his chair and walks over. He sinks down to the sand, bracing himself with a light hand on Vex's thigh.]

Good. If I'm honest, this is one of my favorite things to do.

[He aims a look up through his lashes the way Malcolm taught him to and catches his lower lip between his teeth, but he waits for Vex to make the first move. There's power in this kind of submission--though he's starting to itch under the skin himself, holding that pause is electric and heady on its own.]

[ Well well well. Not exactly what he'd been expecting from the seemingly-shy fellow, but perhaps he should've known that a glam rock roadie would be up for it. The way he looked at him, those eyes veiled by lashes, sent heat straight down to Vex's cock. He'd say he was well endowed, definitely above the average and that was beginning to be displayed as he grew beneath the fabric of his shorts. There was no undergarment in the way, once that zipper was down he was clear for takeoff- so to speak.

He waited on that a moment, just so he could cup Arthur's chin and slowly run his thumb along his soft lower lip right after his teeth released it. Yeah, he liked that face a lot, it was clear in the way his dark eyes gleamed. ]

Issit? Must be fate, since it's one of my favorite things to get. [ Honestly, it was probably his most favorite thing. ] You look starved for me, luv. Let's get you fed, yeah?

[ Finally, he opened the fastenings of his shorts and withdraw his rising prick. He just gave it one pump for show, encouraging it to stand taller, then he ran his hand through Arthur's hair. ] How's that look to you, mm?

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FINALLY Switching to action I am so sorry this took so long!!

No problem, slow is never a problem for me!

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cw for definitely leading into smut territory.

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