Post by Obelisk on Jul 29, 2007 2:09:48 GMT -5
His head bobbed a few times but Quinn really wasn't listening. The man was far too busy looking the blonde over and thinking dirty little thoughts that would probably be enough to damn him to hell. If he believed in one. "Good, good," Quinn dismissed the subject quickly, which was probably strange since he had asked what was going on. It was hard to think with any clarity. His body was brimming with newfound vitality and energy, causing a giddy feeling to course through his veins, which were now warmed with new blood. Shit, sometimes he loved being an undead blood-sucking leech. Or vampire. Whatever.
And now he was staring at his lover directly in the eye, toe to toe with the slightly shorter man. He grinned and the gesture screamed lecher. Oh, the man was liking the direction that things were going, his expression said as much. With the heady, drunken fog covering his mind, it was all Quinn could do but not to pick Taxi up and whisk him away back upstairs, throw him on the mattress, and ravage him.
Actually, that sounded like a damned good idea.
Quinn's gaze dropped over to the side and his lips formed that familiar, boyish pout. He seriously seemed to be deliberating something very profound and deep, but that certainly wasn't the case. Unless someone considered sex deep, which maybe some people thought it was. But "deep" made Quinn think about dirty things. Hell, anything would be corrupted in his twisted, little, drunken mind at that point.
Green eyes flicked back to Taxi. " Raincheck?" This was said with the most ridiculously lopsided, happy, and suggestive smirk in existence. " About time." The man said and quickly put his genius plan into action. With the grace and force of a man on a mission, Quinn leaned down, picked Taxi up, and carted him off back to his ratty little room.
Like carrying a bride over a fucking threshold.
Upon reaching his mighty, cozy little abode, Quinn made for the mattress. He turned around so his back was facing it and tried to ease back onto it. The blood-induced stupor caused him to misjudge things and he ended up toppling them both over onto the mattress. Well, oops, that hadn't gone as planned. They ended up side by side, facing each other, and Quinn could only snicker stupidly. He had this sort of punch-drunk-love look to him and it suited his masculine but young face well, especially now that he had had his hair cut.
A fresh meal, the prospect of going on something of an adventure, and the presence of the sunshine-in-vampire-form Taxi was enough to keep all those earlier dark thoughts at bay.
(( LOL we need to take this into pms soon))
And now he was staring at his lover directly in the eye, toe to toe with the slightly shorter man. He grinned and the gesture screamed lecher. Oh, the man was liking the direction that things were going, his expression said as much. With the heady, drunken fog covering his mind, it was all Quinn could do but not to pick Taxi up and whisk him away back upstairs, throw him on the mattress, and ravage him.
Actually, that sounded like a damned good idea.
Quinn's gaze dropped over to the side and his lips formed that familiar, boyish pout. He seriously seemed to be deliberating something very profound and deep, but that certainly wasn't the case. Unless someone considered sex deep, which maybe some people thought it was. But "deep" made Quinn think about dirty things. Hell, anything would be corrupted in his twisted, little, drunken mind at that point.
Green eyes flicked back to Taxi. " Raincheck?" This was said with the most ridiculously lopsided, happy, and suggestive smirk in existence. " About time." The man said and quickly put his genius plan into action. With the grace and force of a man on a mission, Quinn leaned down, picked Taxi up, and carted him off back to his ratty little room.
Like carrying a bride over a fucking threshold.
Upon reaching his mighty, cozy little abode, Quinn made for the mattress. He turned around so his back was facing it and tried to ease back onto it. The blood-induced stupor caused him to misjudge things and he ended up toppling them both over onto the mattress. Well, oops, that hadn't gone as planned. They ended up side by side, facing each other, and Quinn could only snicker stupidly. He had this sort of punch-drunk-love look to him and it suited his masculine but young face well, especially now that he had had his hair cut.
A fresh meal, the prospect of going on something of an adventure, and the presence of the sunshine-in-vampire-form Taxi was enough to keep all those earlier dark thoughts at bay.
(( LOL we need to take this into pms soon))
