Le Cirque

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Nero chuckled at the pout, stepping out of the truck after locking it and slipping the keys into his pocket. Wouldn't want anything to happen to her. Not that anything would, considering it was probably the worlds most beaten up truck in this neighbourhood of big fancy sports cars. Hopefully that alone wouldn't attract suspicion. He leaned against the hood of the vehicle, hands stuffed in his pockets to avoid rubbing at his crotch to soothe his now aching groin.

Don't look?

He couldn't repress the grin, looking upwards at the night sky. That sounded so familiar. When had he known? Probably around puberty, in those communal shower rooms, when his blue eyes wandered to other nude bodies. Could have blamed it on curiosity. And atleast part of his attraction to other males could certaintly be explained by those damned all-boys boarding schools, not even seeing any females save for the nuns. It was amazing all of the rich aristrocratic heirs weren't raging homosexuals. Or maybe everyone had been, and he had left too early for all of the hot and steamy shower room orgies.

Damn.


Attention was stolen from raunchy visions by his lovers voice, a voice that had none too long ago uttered the most erotic thing Nero had ever heard. "Keys?" Hand drifted to scratch at his chin thoughfully, strolling over to look up at the window in question and then back to Jericho. No. Way. He might fall. And as much as Nero wanted to see the man break into his own house, there was a far easier way to go about this.

Nero opened up his truck again and pulled out a small box from the glove compartment. While opening the metal tin he headed for the front door. Hand motions were fast and deliberate and the sound of metal on metal could be heard, and then finally the click of the door opening. The taller man threw a glance over his shoulder at Jericho and said with a shrug, "Locksmith." before returning the kit back to his truck then pushing the door open with his foot.

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That's right, don't look. Jericho was the guy who couldn't piss if someone was watching and it was just awkward and it was just gross. Thankfully Nero had obliged him. It just figured that Nero was a locksmith and had the tools necessary for the job in his rundown, sorry excuse for a vehicle.

"Show off." Jericho stated, a smile gracing his lips. The lawyer was genuinely impressed and brushed past Nero, happy to finally be home. Jericho made a beeline for the kitchen, needing to wash his hands. He used plenty of soap. More than was necessary but he just really wanted to be sure that he was clean. Sometimes he could swear he could feel the dirt and grime and ickiness of the day on his hands, even if, visibly, they were fine.

On the breakfast table, tucked into a nook that when it was day allowed plenty of sunshine in, was a plant --the only one in the house. The flower was healthy and neatly trimmed; an obvious great amount of care was put into its well-being. The plant, in fact, was flourishing.

Jericho dried his hands off with a dishtowel and turned to lean back against the counter, gaze searching for Nero. He was home and that took a lot of stress off of him. Home was safe. Home was away from his embarrassing creature of a mother. Home with Nero was that much better. A bright grin broke across his handsome features and Jericho pushed off from the counter, making for Nero.

His hands smoothed over the fabric of Nero's suit, over his chest, eye wandering to take in the sight. He finally had the chance to touch and it was nice, and it was pleasing. Nero was solid and real and warm and there. The man sighed out quietly, suddenly feeling tired. It had been such a hectic day. He'd been coiled so tight, ready to snap when his mother showed up, and finally that tenseness was starting to fade, finally he was starting to unwind.

"Tonight was a disaster," He stated tonelessly, glancing up and giving Nero an affected, weary smile. " I'll make it up to you, I promise. You plan the next date. Anything you want, I'll do." Jericho really, really wanted to make it up to Nero. He could only guess how uncomfortable his mother had made the man. Even as he was speaking relatively tame words, Jericho's hands hadn't stopped their exploring. On hand's fingers slipping behind the hem of Nero's pants and stayed there, tugging at the fabric lightly.

He'd look innocent if it wasn't for that devilish smirk on his lips.

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He remembered to close the door after himself but as soon as his blue gaze landed on that plant Nero drifted off into his own little world. The man wanted to walk over to it, examine it, touch it's petals and see the care that had been put into it. But his feet wouldn't move, they were planted on the ground. To smell it's fragrance, to appreciate the work that had been done on it so that it was flourishing. Not quite perfect, no, it wasn't a spectacular plant as it hadn't been given affection for very long, but it was doing better. Far better.

"Anything? Anything at all?" The word was breathed out, gaze unfocusing and not even looking at the flower anymore. Mind was still lost in thought. Anything he wanted. Where did Nero want to take Jericho? He seemed to be so gung-ho to climb that roof. He probably had never done anything like that before. Anything adventurous. Wild. Rugged. Spontaneous and unplanned. Oh yes, Nero knew EXACTLY where he was going to take Jericho. And he also knew that under no circumstances could he tell the OCD lawyer where exactly they were going to go.

Because it wasn't going to be pretty. Nero was going to have to rent a four by four, drag his tent out of the basement and get the sleeping bags. Maybe fishing rods, and if he had time find where he put that old aluminum boat. Sharpen the knives. Ohh yes. This was going to be fun. There was nothing like sleeping under the stars where there were no city lights. And the possibility of being eaten by wolves. Or maybe bears. Even cougars. "Tomorrow. Clear your schedule for three days, maybe four."

His own words snapped him out of his reverie. Very quickly he became pleasantly aware of his surroundings, his body, and Jericho's body. And of the hand on his pants. From that throat came an approving rumble, moving to wrap his arms around Jericho's waist and pull their bodies together. Head leaned down to speak into his lovers ear, pressing his lips against the shell of it. "How's your head feeling?" Nero pushed his hips forward to press against the others, grinding them together even through the suits. Hands moved down from the small of the shorter mans back to grab his ass instead, teeth nibbling the others jawline while he waited for an acceptable response.