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londoncallingrpg The hardest part was keeping the lies straight.
"I thought you were only having one of your eyes done?"
"I did, the other I had done abroad- It was a spur of the moment choice..."
"Your so pale now..."
"The medication, it doesn't sit well with me."
"You're so thin!"
"No appetite. It'll get better though, I'm sure."
He'd anticipated that though. He'd known he'd need to lie and fib left and right, until people just accepted he could see again- And that perhaps he was still a touch unwell. What he hadn't anticipated, however, was the resentment that many of his old friends seemed to suddenly feel towards him. It was one thing when Fin was a rising star- But pitiable because of his disability. Now, however... Now he was already receiving television and film offers left and right, and that... That apparently upset a few people.
He'd been leaving one of his favourite coffee shops when he nearly walked right into Phil. A man he'd worked with many times in small productions. A good actor, but older- Perhaps past his prime in the eyes of many.
"Oh! Phil, how brilliant to see you," Fin had smiled, offering his hand, and looking puzzled when it wasn't taken.
"Brilliant is it?" Phil replied, raising a brow and ignoring the offered hand. "So posh sounding these days, Fin. I don't remember you being posh- Not when you were sleeping on the streets, begging for parts. ...Wouldn't know you were dragged up in Manchester with that posh voice you put on."
Fin's smile faded slightly, and he forced an uncomfortable laugh. "Bad habit, I suppose," he said awkwardly.
"Not a habit," Phil assured him. "Just as fake as the rest of you, that's all."
Fin's smile faded completely then, aware that people were staring now. "Right," he said awkwardly. "Well, I should... I should be off."
Phil smiled then, a vicious smile. "I suppose so. That casting couch wont get warmed without you. ...Catch something, have you?" he added, looking Fin over with a sneer. "Should be a bit more cautious, Fin. ...Or is it Finlay now?"
Fin didn't answer that, he simply turned away trying to hide the embarrassment he felt as he started walking and brushed off a young woman who tried to stop him for a selfie.
"I thought you were only having one of your eyes done?"
"I did, the other I had done abroad- It was a spur of the moment choice..."
"Your so pale now..."
"The medication, it doesn't sit well with me."
"You're so thin!"
"No appetite. It'll get better though, I'm sure."
He'd anticipated that though. He'd known he'd need to lie and fib left and right, until people just accepted he could see again- And that perhaps he was still a touch unwell. What he hadn't anticipated, however, was the resentment that many of his old friends seemed to suddenly feel towards him. It was one thing when Fin was a rising star- But pitiable because of his disability. Now, however... Now he was already receiving television and film offers left and right, and that... That apparently upset a few people.
He'd been leaving one of his favourite coffee shops when he nearly walked right into Phil. A man he'd worked with many times in small productions. A good actor, but older- Perhaps past his prime in the eyes of many.
"Oh! Phil, how brilliant to see you," Fin had smiled, offering his hand, and looking puzzled when it wasn't taken.
"Brilliant is it?" Phil replied, raising a brow and ignoring the offered hand. "So posh sounding these days, Fin. I don't remember you being posh- Not when you were sleeping on the streets, begging for parts. ...Wouldn't know you were dragged up in Manchester with that posh voice you put on."
Fin's smile faded slightly, and he forced an uncomfortable laugh. "Bad habit, I suppose," he said awkwardly.
"Not a habit," Phil assured him. "Just as fake as the rest of you, that's all."
Fin's smile faded completely then, aware that people were staring now. "Right," he said awkwardly. "Well, I should... I should be off."
Phil smiled then, a vicious smile. "I suppose so. That casting couch wont get warmed without you. ...Catch something, have you?" he added, looking Fin over with a sneer. "Should be a bit more cautious, Fin. ...Or is it Finlay now?"
Fin didn't answer that, he simply turned away trying to hide the embarrassment he felt as he started walking and brushed off a young woman who tried to stop him for a selfie.
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Date: 2015-11-14 04:11 pm (UTC)"As long as I have, I hope, Fin murmured, his fingers splayed out over Hex's spine as he savoured the taste of him on his lips.
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Date: 2015-11-14 04:15 pm (UTC)Blood rushed to his cock so fast it almost made him dizzy. He kissed Fin deeply, tongue slipping in to slide against the other man's cold tongue. It was vaguely unsettling but Hex couldn't put his finger on why and so he ignored it.
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Date: 2015-11-14 04:17 pm (UTC)"You feel so solid and warm," Fin murmured between kisses. "It's lovely, to be honest."
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Date: 2015-11-14 04:19 pm (UTC)At hearing that, he rose up and peeled off his shirt. His body was toned and tanned, every muscle well defined.
"Touch me, then," he said, and got close again so Fin could explore as he liked.
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Date: 2015-11-14 04:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-14 04:28 pm (UTC)As much as Hex enjoyed control and discipline, he was well set to just snog Fin like this forever. If he could get a little friction he might even come in his jeans which would be lovely. He began to rut against Fin slowly, kissing him everywhere he could get to skin.
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Date: 2015-11-14 04:38 pm (UTC)"I feel a touch guilty enjoying this so much," he confessed quietly.
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Date: 2015-11-14 04:41 pm (UTC)"If you want to stop, I will," Hex said. "But I wish you wouldn't. I want you like mad..."
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Date: 2015-11-14 06:43 pm (UTC)"I'll shut up. Sorry," he laughed again.
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Date: 2015-11-14 06:48 pm (UTC)Hex chuckled too. "Is that what you've had in mind when you think of me?" he asked. "I could. Right now. Bind you up and hurt you a little. Or not pain, maybe. Maybe just torment. Like a feather..." he said, his hand up under Fins top. His nails scratched the man's chest to tempt him.
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Date: 2015-11-14 06:57 pm (UTC)"I don't think I'm built for a lot of what you show on your channel. I certainly wouldn't want my balls in a vice or odd things hanging from my nipples... I have thought of you though, since that first video. When you gagged me and bound my hands. It was all very gentle, and the bonds not secure, but- I have thought of what it would have been like if they were- How it might feel to surrender. ...It feels silly saying it out loud, doesn't it? Bondage, even the word itself sounds funny on my lips. Like a a whole little world not made for someone as fragile and desperate to appear foppish as me."
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Date: 2015-11-14 07:00 pm (UTC)"Fin, you know the reason behind these shows is entirely for people to be safe and sane about this. All sorts of people want to try, they just don't know how. I'd...I'd love to tie you up. Suck you off while you can't move. Helpless. Needy," he said in a breathy voice. Clearly he'd had fantasies of his own.
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Date: 2015-11-14 07:15 pm (UTC)