2020-04-10 - Fantasy and Reality

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : Darling, you're not even here and you're distracting me from my writing.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : Are you imagining me wearing nothing but my tattoos?

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : I'm trying to write this sort of sexy scene and I keep imagining you. And losing the plot.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : Are you saying I'm distracting you from writing about sex? Kind of offended, English.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : You've invaded my dirty imagination and left no room for my characters. Take that as a compliment.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : I guess when they say write what you know, that's not what they meant, huh?

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : Need some more inspiration?

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : I might just need to get my fix. I'm jonesing, as the kids say.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : Always.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : ::pic of Cris in the club bathroom, pulling up his shirt to show his abs::

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : But I like that you're jonesing for me. Don't like that I can't do shit about it right now.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : Tied up with work or pleasure?

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : At work. Wish I was tied up by you.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : If I were a bad boy, I would come by and distract you.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : If?

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : You're the bad boy expert. Do I qualify?

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : I think you qualify for a day pass, on occasion.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : I shall have to work on that.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : Your goodness is not a fault to be fixed.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : ::pic from the selfie cam, of the curve of his neck and faced turned slightly, lips moistened and slightly parted::

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : I know I could stand to loosen up a little. It would do me some good.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : Shit babe. You're going to make me go full mast and give these girls the wrong idea.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : I've been feeling delightfully looser since I've been withy ou.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : I'm sure they're used to it, darling. They do try to look hot for a living.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : Well, you've certainly stepped up your selfie game.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : Doing close-ups is easier than those bloody bathroom selfies. I can never get it to look the way I want it to.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : Would I sound clingy if I said I want to see you more often?

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : I don't think it's clingy to ask for what you need.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : Wants and needs aren't the same, though.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : Can I stop by tomorrow before work?

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : Please do.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : Now tell me what your characters are doing?

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : I've got them in a storm, hiding from a beastie, in a hunting cabin.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : Have they dared light a fire, or are they pressed together for warmth and comfort?

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : One is bandaging the other's wounds and they've found an old bottle of scotch. Their adrenaline is still running high. They haven't lit the fire yet.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : But whenever I start to imagine them going at it, all I can see is your mouth on me.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : Where, I wonder. Your ear? Your neck? Trailing down your stomach?

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : I imagine both of us wet from the rain and chilled. And kissing you with cold, damp lips that slowly warm. And holding you. And slowly warming up from the inside.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : I'm sorry. Is that sappy rather than sexy?

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : They don't have to be exclusive.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : Do you get a break? I'm feeling rebellious and want to come steal a kiss.

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : Maybe it will tide me over and I'll be able to get some work done.

(TXT to Dante) Cristobal : Can you meet me out back in 15?

(TXT to Cristobal) Dante : Already in the car.

Cristobal has slipped out of the back door, grunting to another employee on the way that he was going out for a smoke. He's not standing under the roof's overhang to avoid the drizzle like a smart man, rather he's stepped out in the light mist until his clothes become damp and there is a slight sheen of moisture on his face and hair. He is, in fact, smoking while he waits the cigarette held between forefinger and thumb, the rest of his fingers curled over to provide an umbrella for the delicate paper.

Dante's Yaris pulls up a few moments later. He emerges, dressed casually instead of full-suited. Workout pants, a canary yellow crew neck, and his spring trench. Glasses, hair coiffed but quickly becoming undone in the mist. He doesn't spot Cris right away because he's looking under the overhang. But then he spots the man himself and makes his way up through the misty evening. "Hello darling," he says a bit breathlessly. And not mindful of the cigarette, he leans in to try and claim his kiss. From the way he kisses, one would think they'd been parted longer than they have.

The cigarette is flicked away as soon as Dante's car pulls up, so there's nothing left to mind. It also leaves his hand free to curve around the back of Dante's neck and really press into that kiss, making a happy little sound that is tinged with a touch of laughter. He parts their faces for a moment by pressing his forehead into Dante's, "Thought I'd wait for you, cold and damp, and let you warm me up from the inside..." He grins as to why he's not under the shelter, but he's nudging Dante in that direction with his hips.

"Which really, sounds more romantic than it really is, mhmm? Especially when you've got to go back to work." Dante lets himself be nudged, clearly unwilling to put too much distance between them. And he's not fussed about who might be around. Once they're under the shelter, he leans in to kiss again. It's not a prelude to anything - at least not deliberately. It's a kiss for its own sake, lingering and tender, but also probing.

"I keep a change of clothes." Cris is quick to point out, no doubt a necessity in his line of work, no telling what accidentally ends up on clothing. He's grinning as they kiss again, one hand going to the brick of the exterior above Dante's head to lean against. "I missed you." Gets mumbles against lips before they seal again. Of course there is no intention for this to go further, but with the press of their bodies together, sometimes things have a mind of their own.

"This is going to sound like a sad puppy, but I had a dream..." Dante adds, "...a mundane dream, that you had slept over. And then I rolled over to find the bed quite empty. I was utterly inconsolable all morning," he drawls, clearly exaggerating the melodrama. He hooks a hand into the front of Cris' shirt and tugs him in close for another. "So I've been craving this since."

"Inconsolable, huh?" Cris says before their lips meet again, his hand roaming just in a pet of Dante's side and flank, not seeking into any actual erogenous zone, "How 'bout I bring over some clothes. Spend the rest of the week at your place getting in your way when I'm not at work." It's an offer that doesn't seem to be flippantly given, nor is it expected for Dante to treat this as a gift. "Spend some real time with you."

Dante responds to that with a bright smile. "Mhmmm. I'd like that very much. You can help me with my new workout routine. Spot me." He rumbles those words. "That won't get you into trouble with anyone?" he asks. He reaches for one of Cristobal's hands and threads their fingers together.

"Oh, I'll make sure you get in your workouts, all right." Cris grins as he nuzzles his face against the side of Dante's, enjoying that smile occupying Dante's lips as much as he did when they were occupied with his own. "Don't worry about anyone else. I'll take care of it, okay? Just like I'm sure you'll see to it that Elias doesn't make any unscheduled visits, because I have zero qualms about answering your door buck ass naked." He lifts their conjoined hands to kiss the man's knuckles.

"I'm sure he'd appreciate the view," says Dante with a little drawl. "But no worries there. We don't drop by each others' places unannounced. I'm pretty sure he's got at least two other active lovers at the moment." His other hand runs through the short hairs at the nape of his neck and caresses gently. He closes his eyes and just enjoys the sensation of their bodies together in the misty dark. He exhales, air condensing in the night air. "If you had plans with someone else and I asked you to come see me, would you?" He tries very hard not to load his tone with anything and do his best to pose it as a light question.

Cristobal doesn't pull away, but he does seem to tense a little. There is an exhale through his nose like the bull of his mental landscape. "Dante..." The name is said not as a warning, but in a mixture of terribly confused emotions, like it's unfair even to be asked the question, much less make him think of what the answer would be.

"I'm sorry," says Dante quite quickly. He paws at Cristobal's cheek. "I should let you get back to work." He smiles in an attempt to paper over. He pulls back. It's hard to tell in the dark, but he might be pinkening, He squeezes Cris' hand and then raises it to press his own kiss to his knuckles. "Thanks for coming out into the rain for a quick snog."

Cris puts his hand on Dante's chest to stay him, not letting him get out of this conversation so easily. "Look. If you ever need me, I'll drop everything and be there for you. Plans or no. I will always promise you that. As long as there is a line between need and want, okay?"

"Yes, of course," says Dante. He's still smiling, but it sits awkwardly on his face. "Now go along. Get back to work. I don't want you to get in trouble on my account." He leans in and pecks the corner of his mouth, then gives his backside a gentle swat.

"Dante..." This time when Cristobal says it, it sounds plaintive, especially after that little peck in parting after they had just been 'snogging' quite heavily. "Seriously? Fuuuuuck." He swears at the dark, drizzly sky.

"No, look, it was a stupid thing to ask. Selfish of me. I wasn't thinking. Forgive me?" Dante reaches out to straighten the other man's jacket. "We have an understanding. And boundaries. And it's been working. I just..." he smiles a bit sheepishly. "I've been in my head the last few days. And I don't know. I thought it would be a bit hot if you'd drop everything to come to me sometime. It's...well, it's a kink thing, I guess? Not an insecurity thing, if that makes any bloody sense? A fantasy scenario, not a new relationship dynamic." He looks away, clears his throat, "I guess I sort of liked the mental image of you leaving Joseph or a bar hookup with blue balls to come into my bed. Which makes me an asshole., doesn't it? I'm new to exploring my kinks and I seem to be doing it all wrong." He laughs nervously.

Cris' hand comes up the side of Dante's face, fingers spread out and scissored open around his ear leaving his thumb to stroke his cheek. "There's nothing to forgive. And if we're talking some random bar hook up, fuck yes, I'd rather be in your bed if you were calling. Though you can't tell me before hand, or I'd never go to the bar in the first place." His own smile is crooked and wry now. "We'll figure it out, baby. Okay? All your kinks. And we'll figure out a way to sate them. But for now, yeah, I gotta get back to work, and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon so make sure you're ready for Mexico to invade for a few days."

"I blame you for opening this door. I was perfectly content just being a vanilla bisexual before you." Dante says that with a lilt of humour and a twist of his lips, but there's vulnerability in his eyes despite the semidarkness. Despite the reassurances, he clearly regrets saying anything. "Stay safe. Protect the girls." He pushes off the wall. "And thanks for the snog."

"Any time." Cris says quietly and calmly, watching Dante go with a scrub of fingers against the back of his neck. He waits until Dante pulls away in his ridiculous clown car before he turns suddenly, driving his fist into the brick wall with enough force the skin of his knuckles breaks and there is blood dripping from his fingers as he slams back through the door.