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<Christian> ::walks up long blond hair flowing like a lions mane. Dressed
in all black. Painted on jeans. A tight T-shirt that has "Nosey little
fucker aren't you" in tiny green letters across the center.:: Hey man you looking for help here?
<Joe> Hey
::Extends hand and chuckles at the shirt softly:: I'm Joe. You ever work a bar
before? We are always looking for good help.
<Christian> ::takes his hand and slides up on the bar stool Joe motioned
for him to sit on:: Yeah, I have worked a few. Beer-tender mostly, but I can
mix drinks. So when do I start? ::grins at him::
<Joe> You’re a
cocky SOB. You should fit right in here. ::laughs:: Are you old enough to work
in a bar? You don't look like your 20. ::arches brow at him::
<Christian> Oh, I am old enough. Wanna
see some ID? I am sure I have a few stashed somewhere ::laughs and pats down
his pockets::
<Joe> Well yeah,
I will have to have it if your gonna work here. ::shakes head and grins at the
kid:: I will give you a try, one complaint, and we rethink the whole thing.
Come into my office and fill out the paper work. ::motions to the office door::
<Christian> ::follows him into the
office and pulls up a chair next to his, obviously flirting comes second nature
and no one is safe:: Okay, So I start tonight? ::nudges him playfully in the
ribs:: Because I could use the tips.
<Joe>::handing
him forms to fill out:: Sure why not. I will be playing later on, you can watch
the bar. Any trouble, I won't be far. ::shakes head again at the boy. His good
nature seems to be contagious::
<Christian> Very Cool! ::winks at
the older man, before starting to fill out the papers:: What? ::looking up at
Joe. His blue eyes sparkling impishly:: Who you gonna play with, and I am not
gonna start a war or anything, what trouble?
<Joe> ::shakes head:: On stage, my guitar. And I think you could start
a riot if you were properly motivated to do so. ::slaps the kid on the
shoulder:: Tomorrow, can you wear a shirt without the word fuck on it?
<Christian> Sure! I have one that
says eat shit and Die? Will that do? ::winks at him:: Want me to turn this one
inside out?
<Joe> Nah, you
wear what you want until we get a complaint, then we will re-negotiate. ::looks
at the papers as he hands them back to me:: No home address listed?
<Christian> Do I have to have one?
Because I am between cribs right now. But hey, that way you know I will always
show up for work, I ain't got no where else to go! ::laughs and grins at him::
<Joe> ::looks at him again and thinks he is much to young to
be homeless but shrugs it off:: Okay, let's put you behind the bar. ::ushers
the kid out of the office::
<Methos> ::strolls casually into the bar and drops onto a stool,
throwing a glance at Joe and the new kid::
Hello Joe, whaddya know?
<Christian> ::smiles friendly at
the new comer that knows his boss by name and slides behind the bar bouncing in
place::
<Joe> Hey Adam.
::gives him a friendly cuff to the arm:: You here on business or pleasure?
::watches him intently for a reaction::
<Methos> ::gives Joe a wry smile::
Depends on how you define consuming mass amounts of alcohol and
listening to good music. I'd say it's a
little of both, actually.
<Joe> So nothing
we need to talk about in my office? ::laughs:: I figured we were due for a crisis
of some sort. ::nods toward the bouncing blond:: My new Tender Christian.
Christian this is Adam.
<Christian> ::taps the bar for
Adam's attention:: Nice to meet cha! ::winks at him:: Whatcha having Man?
::rubs hands together and grins at him, like a mad scientist fixing to concoct
a potion::
<Methos> ::arches a brow and looks from Christian to Joe:: A beer.
Thanks. And nice to meet you
too. ::looks back to Joe:: Where'd he come from? ::smiling::
<Joe> Just hired
him a few minutes ago. ::shrugs:: I have a feeling this one is going to liven
things up around here. I think I should worry.
<Christian> ::taking a mug and
pouring a draft:: So you like head? ::arches a brow at Adam::
<Methos> ::laughs and looks at
Joe:: You know there are so many ways
to go with that statement I'm almost afraid to answer him. ::looks at Christian:: But if you're talking about the beer, then
I'd have to say no.
<Christian> Of course on your beer
you perv! Foamless it is. ::winks at him and hands him the mug on a coaster::
Okay so that is 1 buck. Good deal on drafts huh? Oh, Joe, I need a tip jar!
<Joe> Adam drinks
drafts free around here, everything else goes on a tab. Use a mug for now.
::grins at Methos:: I wouldn't have answered it, you're braver than me. You
::chuckles:: Perv!
<Methos> ::smiles and raises the mug, taking a sip:: Just a guy, Joe. Just a guy.
<Christian> ::grabs an over sized brandy snuffer and waves it at Adam:: Alms? Alms for the poor? Alms? ::giggles and put the mug down to go check on a man who just sat at the end of the bar:: (sp? Right for Alms?)
<Joe> ::shakes
his head and laughs at the kid then turns to Methos:: Just a guy my ass. Or
pain in my ass! I need to set up the sound, Be right back. ::pats Methos on the
arm again:: See if you can keep the kid out of trouble.
<Methos> ::nods at Joe and watches the blond, sipping at his
beer.:: Somehow I think that is easier
said than done, but I'll do my best.
<Christian> ::slides to a stop in
front of Adam and grabs the tip jar grinning at him:: You okay? ::looks at
empty jar and narrows his eyes at him playfully:: I gotta go get some Alms down
here. ::nods in the direction of the other man he just served and jogs off,
only to return in a few minutes:: Okay when does it get crowded here? I mean
only 2 customers? And since you don't pay, you could tip! ::grins at him and
slides tip jar closer::
<Methos> ::chuckles:: Patience
is a virtue. And the reason I don't pay
is because I don't have money. ::swats the jar away:: You can't get blood from a turnip and you can't get money out of
me. But give it time. The paying customers show up when the band
is playing. They'll be here. Question is...how'd *you* get here?
<Christian> ::smiles sweetly at him
and points to his chest innocently:: Me? ::moving his finger across the tiny
letters that say "Nosey fucker aren't you":: I think it all started
with an egg and a seed, But who knows for sure. ::winks:: Nah, I was looking
for a job, and Joe saw things my way. I admire that in a person. Knowing that
resistance is futile, I get my way. ::laughs softly glancing up at Joe,
fondly::
<Methos> ::quirks a brow and
shrugs:: Well your tip jar is still
missing *my* money. So I guess
you don't *always* get your way, now do you?
<Christian> No, you're right, not
always. But you gotta take the rough with the smooth. ::smiles at him:: Anyway,
your just making it all that much more of a challenge. It's not always the kill,
but the thrill of the chase. ::winks at him and pours then gives the waitress 3
drafts she had motioned for::
<Methos> ::finishes his beer and
sets it on the bar to be refilled::
Being chased is highly overrated.
Trust me. ::shifts around to watch Joe play and then looks back at
Christian:: You done this before?
<Christian> ::refills his
beer and nods:: A few times on and off. Yeah, I can see how getting chased gets
old fast. ::winks at the guy still flirting with him at the end of the bar::
But I wouldn't know from personal experience. ::smiles softly:: Man, he is
good. ::nods to Joe::
<Methos> ::nods and
smiles:: Lucky you. ::tilts his head slightly and smiles at the
man at the end of the bar and then looks back at Christian:: By the looks of things you're starting a fan
club. And Joe is a gem among men. Who else can I depend on for great music and
the best beer? ::chuckles::
<Christian> Yeah and he is cute
too in that ruggedly handsome kind of way. I mean if you like that type. ::laughs::
<Methos> ::grins and arches a
brow:: The guy at the end of the bar or
Joe?
<Christian> Joe of course. ::leans
against the bar and laughs::
<Gateotb> ::calls out:: Hey Blondie, could I have another down here?
<Christian> ::smiles at the Guy
and says:: Keep your pants on I'm coming!
<Gateotb> ::calls out again:: If you are, It would be better if we were both pant less wouldn't it?
<Methos> ::tries to keep a straight face:: Well you said you were coming. ::leans over the bar, looking for a wet
spot:: And he's got a point. ::jerking
his head towards the guy at the end of the bar.:: Who knew the sight of Joe could do such things to you.
::chuckles::
<Christian> ::smiles and shakes
his head, pointing at the guy:: You calm down before I spank you! ::looks
pointedly at Adam:: You too! ::grins at him before going to give the Guy at the
end of the bar his drink::
<Methos> ::settles back
down on the bar stool, grinning:: If
that was a threat...you don't scare me.
And if that was a promise ::licks his lips and takes a swallow of beer,
meeting Christian's eyes:: I'll hold
you to it.
<Christian> ::talking quietly with
The guy at the end of the bar. he throws down bar towel and says THAT's IT!
Vaulting over the bar he throws him over the stool and spanks him hard on his
rear a few times before helping him sit back up laughing with him:: Tip me!
::points to his jar, walking around the bar he nudges Adam in the ribs and
whispers your next, before taking his position behind the bar again::
<Methos> ::laughs at the display and shakes his head, smirking at
Christian as he resumes his place behind the bar:: Yeah well, I'm going on record as saying how much I *don't*
like an audience. Wouldn't want anyone getting
jealous, now would we?
<Christian> ::Arches brow and
looks curious:: Like who?
<Methos> ::preens slightly and
smiles:: Well look at me? Who *wouldn't* get jealous? ::a soft challenge in his words:: Then again...male lovers are always so competitive. It's usually not worth the hassle. At least...::lifting his mug and staring
over the rim, speaking before taking a sip::
not lately.
<Christian> ::laughs and flirts
back with his eyes for a few moments before saying:: I thought for a second you
and Joe were a thing, but No, I say that man is as straight as a arrow, unless
my gaydar went down. Which is possible, a few Bi's have managed to slip under.
::arches his brow at the waitress and turns to get her order when she places
it.::
<GATEOTB> ::walks up sitting on the stool
beside Adam:: Do you have a pen I could borrow? ::watching Christian carefully
as he fills the order for the waitress::
<Methos> ::pats his pockets and shakes his head, offering an apologetic
look to the man:: No, sorry. I don't.
::looks at Christian and then leans up and over the edge of the bar,
snagging one from back there:: But I'm
sure Christian won't mind if you use this one.
<GATEOTB> ::pulls a fifty out of his
wallet and writes his name, phone number and thanks for the spanking across the
face, before dropping it in Christian's tip jar. Putting the pen back were
Methos had snagged it from he says thanks to him and walks out the door::
<Christian> ::turns back around
and tops Adam's beer off with out asking as he cleans off the bar and washes
the mug from the guy that just left:: I hope it wasn't something I did that ran
him off. ::laughs and arches a brow at Adam::
<Methos> ::whistles and retrieves the money from the jar, reading the
back silently and chuckling:: No, I'd
say he went home to change his shorts.
::drops the money back in the jar::
But he left his number so you can give *him* a private
performance. ::smiles and lifts the mug
again, mumbling a thanks::
<Christian> ::grabs the fifty and
makes change for it out of the cash register:: sticking the 2 twenties in his
pocket and the 5 and singles back in his tip jar:: Yeah well, Life is full of disappointments. ::laughs:: I am not
that easy. ::tilts his head and looks at Adam licking his lips:: But I can be
had.
<Methos> ::laughs openly and shakes his head at Christian:: Good to
know. Maybe I should borrow that pen
and make a note of it for later, hmmm?
::takes the pen and begins to scribble on a coaster:: Christian is not easy, but can be had. ::looks up with a serious expression:: For how much? Just a ball park figure will do...
<Christian> ::licks his lips again
and grins:: You already told me you are broke. In your case we would have to
work out a trade. ::laughs and moves to the end of the bar to get the waitress
order then comes back leaning against the bar watching Joe play::
<Methos> ::smiles, tapping the pen on the bar and watching until
Christian comes back. His steals a good
long look at the blonde before schooling his features and pretending to think
when he returns:: You know appearances
can be deceiving, but I like the idea of trade. What exactly did you have in mind? ::arching a brow::
<Christian> You're cute. ::waggles
eye brows at him:: I will let you know when I come up with something. ::chews
bottom lip, thinking:: You have your own place?
<Methos> ::shrugs and begins to
scribble on the coaster, nodding::
Cute. ::looks up and
smiles:: I can do cute. And for the record, yes. I do have my own place. Why?
You suddenly rethinking my offer about a private performance?
<Christian> Is that what you want
a spanking? ::blue eyes glitter:: That's do-able. ::grins:: But not tonight,
::laughs:: But one day we may make that trade for a shower and a place to
crash. ::winks:: But tonight, I have. ::tops off his beer and sets it in front
of him:: Money for a room.
<Methos> ::lifts his beer and
sips it:: I look forward to that
trade. ::tosses the coaster at the
kid:: But why waste money on the room,
when you can have one for free. No
strings or spankings, I promise. ::shifts around to look at Joe and smiles,
tapping his foot slightly to the song::
<Christian> ::grins at him
obviously not believing the no strings thing:: Alright, If your sure? I don't
know what time I get off though. I am hopeful it is at least a few hours after
I leave work. ::winks at him and goes to fill an order. the bar is rapidly
filling::
<Methos> ::chuckles and props
his elbows on the bar, watching the blond.
After a moment he stiffens slightly and looks around the bar to the
door, checking for the incoming immortal he's sensed.::
<Duncan> ::walking into the bar he first looks at the other Immortal then
smiles and waves to Joe on stage as he makes his way up to the bar and takes a
seat next to Methos.:: What's going on? ::looking at the new bartender:: Who's
that?
<Methos> ::smiles and gives Duncan a once over before returning to his
beer:: What does it look like,
MacLeod? I'm in a bar, with a beer in
my hand. ::teasingly:: You should work on those powers of
observation. And that... ::points to
Christian:: is the new bartender. I think you're gonna like him... ::grins and
chuckles, looking down at his beer at watching the Highlander from the corner
of his eye::
<Christian> ::smiles at Adam's
friend:: What can I get you?
<Duncan> ::watches him:: How about a name?
<Christian> Okay, ::grins:: Your
name is Gus. Want a drink Gus?
<Duncan> I mean your name you
moron. ::scowls::
<Christian> ::points to his
t-shirt and grins at him:: You’re a nosey fucker aren't you? Want a drink?
<Duncan> ::narrows eyes and
watches him:: I'll have a scotch. ::turns to Methos:: Where did Joe find him? It
is a him right? ::looking at the blonde's shapely backside as he reaches for a
bottle::
<Methos> ::shrugs:: Hey don't
look at me. I just got here. I don't know anymore than you do. And believe
me...if you love that little bit of banter... you're gonna love the floor show
he does to get tips. ::snickers
softly:: I'll tell you now. Don't forget to tip him...or you could end
up with more than you bargained for, Mac.
<Duncan> Tip him for being rude
to me? I hope you kidding! ::glares at Methos::
<Methos> ::coughs to cover his laugh and shakes his head:: It's your ass, MacLeod. Do what you want. Just don't say I didn't warn you.
<Duncan> What will the kid do?
Hold me down and peroxide me? ::laughs::
<Methos> ::widens his eyes and takes a sip of his beer:: Well it will involve him holding you
down. To say the least. ::laughs and
looks at Mac:: Just trust me on this
one. After all...look at my years of
experience and wisdom. Have I ever
steered you wrong?
<Christian> ::sits the drink down
in front of Duncan, And nods to Joe when he give him the write it down
gesture:: Okay, Gus. What's your name. I am supposed to put this on a tab.
::turns to Adam:: Is your friend always this rude?
<Duncan> ::Sputters:: I wasn't
the rude one. I … ::huffs:: Duncan MacLeod. My name is Duncan not Gus. ::looks
at Methos:: Was I rude first? Tell him he was the rude one!
<Methos> ::shakes his head and sips his beer:: I'm not drunk enough to play referee. You children work this out amongst yourselves. ::scowls::
And do it quietly I can't hear the music... ::turns around and tries to
cover his smile, watching Joe play::
<Christian> ::looks at Duncan
Amused:: Okay Gus, My name is Christian. And I forgive you for being rude. This
time, Next time you get a spanking. ::winks at him:: But for now, I have to
work. ::fills up Adam's glass and tops off Mac's drink:: I will return soon,
you both have my permission to fantasize about me while I am gone. ::with
another wink and a smile he moves down the bar to flirt with the couple that
just came in::
<Duncan> Spank? Permission?
Fantasize? What is he talking about? ::shakes head as if he just stepped into
the twilight zone::
<Methos> ::doesn't take his eyes from the stage:: You remember that floor show I was telling
you about?
<Duncan> Yes, what floor show?
::tilts head and listens::
<Methos> ::keeps his tone nice
and even, casually drinking his beer:: Well
he spanks the customers until they tip him.
And the one guy he already did that to, left him a rather nice tip
because of it. ::looks at Mac:: And you have to admit he *is* good looking.
::tilts his head to take in Duncan's long hair and glances at Christian's
equally long blond hair:: I mean after
all, you even share the same hair style.
That's got to be a sign or something, right?
<Duncan> Sure he's cute.
::laughs:: Your kidding? He spanked a guy? ::laughs even harder:: He doesn't
look like he would be a very good Dom. He is much to pretty, more like a….
::looks away and blushes knowing he said way too much. Looking at Joe play as
if he had never seen anything like it before::
<Methos> ::widens his eyes in shock and opens his mouth the corners
tilting slightly in a smile:: Too
pretty? And more like a what, Mac? ::arches a brow and grins, struggling to
contain his laughter:: What were you
gonna say? ::leans closer and whispers::
Lovely shade of pink, Duncan.
::teasingly::
<Duncan> ::starts to
scowl but then a little light bulb goes off turning into Methos' whisper so his
words brush gently across the other man's cheek:: Wait? He spanks
customers until they tip him? So you tipped him? ::amused look:: That is hard
to believe. ::bites lower lip to keep from laughing out right::
<Methos> ::shrugs and grins::
You could say I tipped him.
::looks smugly at Duncan:: But I
didn't use money or bad advice. ::looks
away, leaving those words hanging in the air:: Besides...I've never liked public
displays of affection. Especially when
you can display affection so much better in private.
<Duncan> What does that mean?
::looks confused::
<Christian> ::taps bar lightly::
Y'all Doing alright? ::looks at their drinks:: And you! ::Shakes head at
Duncan:: I knew you were trouble. Trying to pick up my date for the evening.
::sighs:: Your lucky your cute, and out weigh me by about 100lbs or I would
have to kick your ass. ::winks at both of them and moves to fill an order::
<Methos> ::smiles at Christian
and nods before looking to Duncan::
Well? I did point out he was
good looking. What did you expect? ::smiles and finishes the beer, setting the
glass on the bar::
<Duncan> I didn't expect
anything Me-Adam. ::voice strained as he turns to watch Joe again:: But if he
tries to kick my ass, I will kill him. ::mumbled softly::
<Methos> ::looks confused for a moment before realization sets
in. He keeps his face friendly and
neutral but his voice teasing.:: Oh I'm
sure Joe would love that, Mac. Busting
up the bar in a fit of jealousy. ::toys
with his glass and furrows his brow::
The only thing I don't get is who you're jealous of...me or him.
<Duncan> ::eyes widen
as he stares at Methos before finally spitting out:: Jealous? Don't be ridiculous.
What is there to be jealous of. ::looks back to the stage::
<Christian> Hey you! ::appears
between Adam and Duncan talking to Duncan:: You didn't tip me. ::smiles at him
softly:: That means you get a spanking. Now are you gonna take it like a man?
::winks at Duncan::
<Duncan> If you have any
common sense at all you won't try it. ::growls:: Call your *date* off Adam.
<Methos> ::watches the two, grinning from ear to ear:: My date?
By the looks of things he seems to have taken an interest in you as
well, Mac. Now stop being a baby and
take your spanking. It's that or tip
him. But remember what I said about the
bad advice. ::looks thoughtful:: And phone numbers don't work either, although he might make an exception in your
case. After all, he accepted my
address.
<Christian> ::laughs at both of
them:: Okay, for a 20 tip you can spank me. ::licks his lips taunting Duncan::
So I guess coming back to your place is a no go or? ::looks at Adam::
<Duncan> ::narrows eyes and
considers it for a moment::
<Methos> ::looks from Christian to Duncan and back:: Well depending on MacLeod here, the night
could get a lot more interesting. But
he may need convincing...he seems a bit shy.
::grins and lets his eyes twinkle with promise at both of them:: Who knows...he might surprise me and want
you all to himself.
<Duncan> ::fishes out wallet
and throws a 5 in the tip jar:: But I would be willing to pay a thousand if you
let me beat you with a cane. ::mumbled:: cat o' nine tails, crop, belt, or a
mace even. ::broods into his drink:: Oh, No, You two had a date. I wouldn't
think of standing in the way of true love.
<Christian> True what? Don't use 4
letter words around me Gus! ::laughs:: I was just gonna spank him. ::looks to
Adam:: But I think he would rather have someone tall, dark and broody do that
anyway.
<Methos> ::smiles and
shrugs:: Well if you're asking what I
want...then I'd have to say both. I
always was partial to being in the middle of things. ::winks at Christian:: So
what do you say Duncan...or should I call you Gus? ::chuckles::
<Duncan> ::opens his mouth to
protest but then shuts it again, looking at both of them staidly:: Okay, who's
place? ::looks at Methos a challenge gleaming in his eyes::
<Christian> Hey y'all work out the
details, I have work to do. ::bounces back around the bar and refills their
drinks before waiting on other people::
<Methos> ::levels his gaze on Duncan and smiles slowly:: The loft?
Your bed is much bigger than mine.
And more comfortable if memory serves.
<Duncan> ::nods:: Good
there are cane whips in the Dojo! ::grins wickedly and glances at Christian.
dropping his voice to a whisper:: I hope you meant what you said Methos.
::looking away and taking a drink::
<Methos> ::arches a brow at
Duncan:: What? About being in the middle? Why do mean you hope I meant what I said?
::sounding puzzled::
<Duncan> ::looks at him
seriously:: Because I am not that particularly interested in fucking your date.
So you will be in the middle most of the time. ::arches brow to see if the
meaning sunk in::
<Methos> ::lets his eyes widen
slightly, eyebrows raising as a slow, sensual smile spreads across his
lips:: Good. I look forward to it, Duncan.
<Duncan> If I would have knew
::looks away to watch Joe. Talking as casually as if he were discussing the
weather:: All it took was sharing you with a pretty blonde twink to have you
cross the line you have been dancing on since we met. I would have set it up
years ago.
<Methos> ::looks down in his lap
and shrugs:: And if I'd known you were
seriously interested, I'd have acted more and flirted less. ::smiles and sighs,
blinking slowly as images of the coming evening start to fill his mind, making
his body start to tingle.::
<Christian> ::watching them both
from behind:: Hey y'all need a drink?
<Duncan> I am fine. ::smiles at
him::
<Methos> ::smiles at
Christian:: Another coaster,
Christian. And the pen. ::looks at
Mac:: Other than that I'm good. I want to make sure I'm *sober* for later.
<Christian> ::hands a pen and
Coaster to Adams watching him curiously:: Alrighty then! ::grabs a bottle of water and takes it Joe
in-between the sets:: Hey Boss! Your great! ::smiles:: Do you think I could
crash like in your office tonight? I think I am going to be wiped out before we
close.
<Joe> No, but you
can sleep on my sofa upstairs ::smiles at the kid:: Your doing good. I can't
say the spankings didn't give me a pause, but everyone seemed happy
<Methos> ::takes the coaster and scribbles the address to the loft on
it, clipping the pen to it and setting it to the side for Christian when he
returns:: Well now that the details are
out of the way, we can all relax and fantasize. ::quirks a smile at Duncan:: Unless I have to have your permission too?
<Duncan> Depends, Do I have to
have yours? Because if I do. I have a few years worth of things to atone for.
::grins and watches the boy approach::
<Christian> All's Well that
*ends* well, I always say. ::winks at Joe and flirts his way back to the
bar:: What's this? ::picks up coaster::
<Methos> ::gives Duncan a
disbelieving look but recovers and smiles at Christian:: An address.
The place where we'll meet up later on.
Assuming of course you two don't back down. ::looks back at Duncan::
I'd hate to end up on the sofa again.
<Christian> Ohhh, that. ::looks at
Joe, and back at the two of them, scratching his chin absently and chewing on
his bottom lip:: Well, See, ::dances from foot to foot nervously::
<Duncan> ::lifts a brow at
Methos:: Don't come over if you plan on sleeping on the sofa, If you tried I
think the night would end in serious drama. ::looks at the boy:: What?
<Methos> ::chuckles:: No, I had
my sights set on a nice bed with a Highland blanket to keep me warm. ::watches Christian and follows his gaze,
looking puzzled before turning back to the blond:: Having second thoughts?
Perhaps you've set your sights on some one more ruggedly handsome than
the two of us? ::nudging Mac gently to see if he picks up on things::
<Christian> Well, Joe just asked
me to stay with him tonight. ::glances down shyly:: I mean y'all are cute and
everything, but…
<Duncan> You have a crush on
Joe? ::disbelievingly:: You do know he is not gay?
<Christian> I'm sorry guys.
::looks sheepish:: Hey! ::To Mac:: It's not like I wanna fuck him. I just like
looking at him. ::mumbles and walks off to wait on another customer::
<Methos> ::smiles understandingly and then turns on the
Highlander:: What do you mean Joe's not
gay? What happened? Did he turn you down?
<Duncan> Oh very funny.
::scowls at Methos:: Joe's not…::looks up at the stage:: No, of course he's
not. ::flustered:: What do you mean?
<Methos> ::laughs and pats Duncan on the shoulder, squeezing
lightly:: What I mean, is that
appearances can be deceiving. Look in
the mirror if you need convincing.
::lets his hand slid off Mac's shoulder and down his arm slightly before
withdrawing the hand completely:: After
all, he was in the army. You should
know as well as I that you learn to depend on the men you fight with for...*lots*
of things. Understand?
<Duncan> ::shivers slightly at
the touch:: I think just in case... you should at least warn him, so he won't
be too shocked, or do something like walk around naked. That wouldn't be fair
to the kid. ::nods at Methos as if it was decided that he should bite the
bullet and handle this one:: Then we can go home and go to bed, unless there
has to be a blond. Then we can hire one I guess. ::arches brow::
<Methos> ::stretches and stands,
leaning into Duncan and whispering:: They say gentlemen prefer blonds. But I prefer brunettes. ::walks off towards Joe to give the warning
and say his goodbyes::
<Duncan> ::licks his lips and
smiles shyly at Methos' back watching him walk away with a shiver:: Oh Methos,
::whispered:: I hate to see you go, but I love watching you leave.
<Methos> ::ambles up to Joe and smiles, shoving his hands in his
pocket and glancing over his shoulder to see if Mac noticed the extra swing he
put in his hips.:: So Joe, it looks
like I'm heading out. But Mac wanted me
to warn you about Christian. ::leans in
and whispers:: Your new bartender has a
crush. ::straightens and smiles:: Thought you might like to know in case you *hadn't*
noticed the way his eyes have been glued to you all night.
<Joe> ::laughs::
yeah, sure. What are you two up too now? ::glances at Duncan who was looking at
Methos' ass?::
<Methos> ::glances at Mac again
and smiles:: Us? Well that's another story. ::gives Joe a serious look:: One that doesn't need to end up in the
chronicle. ::looks around for Christian
and sees him charming the customers and stealing glances at Joe when he thinks
no one is looking:: And I'm serious
about the bartender. Don't say I didn't
warn you. ::waves at Christian:: Good night, Joe. See ya around. ::starts
to walk back to the bar to collect *his* Highlander. The thought of Duncan being his makes him smile even bigger::
<Joe> ::shaking
my head and laughing waving bye to my immortals and sneaking a glance at
Christian. No, they have the kid pegged all wrong. He was too young, too full
of life. Too young to want an old fart like me. ::
<Duncan> You told him? ::standing
up and placing a possessive hand in the small of Methos' back after helping him
on with his Coat:: What did he say?
<Methos> ::inhales and straightens at the touch of Mac's hand and
smiles:: He's in denial about his own
worth. He'll get over it. ::shoves his hands in his coat pockets,
pulling the material around his body::
But *we* on the other hand have certainly piqued his
curiosity. To which I told him it
wasn't for watchers eyes or ears.
<Duncan> Joe would never put
that down. ::laughs softly:: I mean he hasn't yet, why would he start now?
::arches brow at Methos and waves at Joe again:: Let's go. I really need too
::moves over and whispers in his ear:: Too have you under me writhing and
screaming in passion, soon. ::sucking on his ear lobe before pulling away and
walking him to the door:: In fact, the sooner the better.
<Methos> ::blinks in astonishment and bites his lower lip to keep
from groaning at the touch of Duncan's mouth, feeling his body beginning to
stir at that and the whispered words::
I couldn't agree more. ::slightly breathless and allowing himself to be
led out the door and to Mac's car.::
***********
<Duncan> ::Opens the door for
Methos and shut it before heading to the drivers side. Turning the Key he looks
over at Methos and smiles:: Do me a favor old man? You drive. Gets out and goes
to the passenger side::
<Methos> ::gives Duncan a confused look but gets out of the car and back
in to the drivers seat:: Feeling a
little intoxicated, Mac? ::starts the car in the direction of the loft, darting
glances to see what Duncan is up to::
<Duncan> ::twists in the seat
so he can watch Methos driving and run one warm hand up his thigh. He leans
over and starts nipping and sucking at the long delicate neck that he has
wanted to taste for so long:: You taste so good. ::sucking on his neck hotly as
his hand gently squeezes Methos' manhood:: I bet every part of you tastes just
as good doesn't it? ::another squeeze before fumbling with the top button of
his jeans::
<Methos> ::presses the accelerator a bit too much when he feels Duncan's
hand on his leg. A soft moan escapes
and he tilts his head towards that sinful mouth, longing to feel it
everywhere. He swallows and slips a
hand down to help Duncan with his jeans and blinks his eyes slowly, trying to
focus on the road and thanking all the gods that the loft isn't THAT far
away:: I haven't had any
complaints...but feel free to give me your first hand opinion. ::taking
Duncan's hand and slipping it inside his clothing before rocking his hips,
grinding his now achingly hard erection into the Highlander's very capable
hand.::
<Duncan> ::whispering to him
hotly:: You want me to put this ::slowly drawing his hand in a lose fist up and
down Methos' hardness as he talks to him::
In my mouth don't you? ::moaning softly in his ear:: You want to feel my tongue ::licks below his
ear:: On you there? ::running his thumb across the sensitive head:: Will you
buck up deep in my throat like your doing to my hand Methos?
<Methos> ::begins to pant and struggles hard to keep his eyes open
against the delicious things Duncan is doing to him. He swallows and darts his
tongue out to lick his lips, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other
stealing touches along Duncan's thigh, arm, shoulders and face.:: Oh god, Duncan...yessss ::hissed softly as
he arches up towards the Highlander's hand, desperate for more contact.::
<Duncan> ::wrapping his hand
tightly around him and deliberately stroking him with the intention of making
him reach climax:: Don't cum until I tell you can Methos. ::nipping his neck
before marking him there with a love bite:: You want to don't you? ::kissing
his ear:: To cum for me? To show me.. ::kissing his jaw line softly:: How good
I make you feel? ::licking his bottom lip quickly:: Tell me what you want
Methos.
<Methos> ::bites his bottom lip hard, allowing his eyes to close for
just a moment and then opening them to stare almost unseeing at the road. He uses all his self-control not to just
coat Mac's hand with his orgasm and nods as a groan echos softly in the
car:: Nnnnnnnnhhhhhh....yessss
Duncan. The only thing I want
more...::pants:: is to cum while you're
buried deep inside me. Fucking me
hard...and fast...::checks where they are and wondering silently if the loft
suddenly moved to the OTHER side of the city:: Gods please, Duncan...make me cum...::turns to look at the man
and giving him an almost pleading look::
*Let* me cum for you.
<Duncan> ::quickens his
pace just a bit more intent on making Methos cum without permission:: But
where? ::licks his bottom lip again:: In my hand? ::sucking on his ear
lobe:: In my mouth? ::Where do you want
to cum for me? ::licking his lip chuckling softly:: I mean you haven't even
kissed me yet. Would you like your beautiful cock between my lips before your
tongue?
<Methos> ::spies the loft and quickly pulls in, parking the car. As soon as he kills the ignition he reaches
for Mac, crushing his lips against Duncan's and closing his eyes memorizing
every nuance of his taste. He darts his
against those luscious full lips, begging for entry and mumbling against
them:: So help me god...either suck me
or fuck me, Mac. Just please...do it
now! ::his voice is tainted with the
urgent need he feels coursing through his body.::
<Duncan> ::smiles at him softly
before kissing his way down his chest. Biting a nipple on his way down. Still
stroking Methos hard and fast even as he licks the tiny slit already leaking
with need:: Any time you want too, you can cum for me. ::whispered against the
crown as he slides his mouth over and engulfs him in the hot wetness,
swallowing as much as he can and moaning deep in his chest at the taste::
<Methos> ::throws his head back against the headrest of the seat
and tangles his hands in Duncan hair, fighting hard not to cum from the first
hot touch of his mouth. He begins to
arch up into that wet haven, rocking in and out and mumbling a stream of softly
whispered encouragements::
Ahhhhhh....yes....yessss....don't stop.
::panting and breathlessly strained::
Duncan...please...more...faster...yes...that's it...don't
stop...don't...mmmmmmmnnnnnnnnhhhhh...
<Duncan> ::moans and takes more
of him in sucking and working his throat muscles in time with Methos' arching
into him:: Mmmmmmm ::hummed against the sensitive head. reaching up to clasp
one of Methos hands, and pushing it further into his long hair wrapping it in a
fist, giving him unspoken permission to use his hands to force a pace that will
push him over the edge::
<Methos> ::tightens his hold and quickly begins to urge Duncan in the
faster rhythm he needs. Closing his
eyes he revels in the sensation and bucks up against Duncan as skin begins to
tingle and that coiling sensation of pleasure collects at the base of his
spine, the pit of his stomach and finally in the tightened sac beneath his
cock.:: Oh god...Duncan...I'm almost...oh GOD YES! ::and he erupts in scorching
blast of fire, spurting thick streams of the salty white liquid down the
willing throat of the Highlander. His
body trembles and shudders through the aftershocks as his hand clench in the
silky dark strands until finally he slumps back against the seat in satisfied
bliss and momentary exhaustion::
<Duncan> :: swallows greedily and
continues to suck gently until the last twitch. Sucking and licking him clean
with one final flick of his tongue he sits up and looks at Methos. Brown eyes
almost black with desire:: You do taste good everywhere. ::licking his lips and
perusing the body spread before him:: But I want you naked and in my bed.
::smiles and leans forward to kiss him tenderly:: Now!
<Methos> ::smiles and sighs into the tender kiss, nodding his agreement with Duncan's request:: Then what are we still doing in the car? ::teasingly as he opens the door and carefully steps out, doing a temporary fix on his clothes and pulling his shirt down to cover to few remaining loose buttons and tossing the keys to Mac before following him towards the door::
<Duncan> ::unlocking the door
and ushering him in and onto the lift. Once inside the lift he pins him to the
wall kissing him and running his hands over every inch of him he could reach::
I want you. I have always wanted you. ::kissing him again throwing all the
things he wants to say but can't into the kiss::
<Methos> ::allows Mac to control the kiss for a moment, taking the
opportunity to let his hands roam all over that well trained body he's studied
religiously since they'd first met. His
hands sneak down to grip Duncan's hips and pulls him close, grinding against
the other man's body:: Should
have....told me, Mac. ::smiles and
chuckles softly between kisses:: Could
have saved us both a lot of heartache and lonely nights....
<Duncan> ::breaks away
long enough to open the lift door and ushers Methos into the Loft. Stealing one
more kiss as he shrugs of his coat and it lands on the floor with a clang:: Why
didn't you tell me? ::takes him by the hand and leads him to the bed:: Please,
I want to see you. ::tugs at his coat::
<Methos> ::smiles almost shyly and begins shedding his coat and
clothing in a slow seductive strip tease for Duncan. As his coat falls to the floor, he shrugs and then pulls his
sweater over his head smoothly, dropping it to accompany the discarded coats, never
ceasing his forward motion towards the bed.::
What should I have said, Duncan?
I want your sex? ::chuckles:: That's George Michael, not me. And it just wasn't the right time for
us...there's always been...something to get in the way...::pulling off the
tee-shirt next and stretching with the movement of removing it, watching Duncan
for his reaction::
<Duncan> ::swallows thickly as
he looks at Methos:: You're like a statue, like something Michelangelo sculpted
or Rembrandt painted. Your perfection. ::blinks and looks away:: If I stared at
you too long I would probably break down and cry at the sheer beauty of
you. ::swallows again, and takes off
his shirt before sitting down on the edge of the bed::
<Methos> ::shakes his head and moves closer to Duncan, dropping to his
knees and reaching up to turn his face back so that he can look into Duncan's
eyes:: And what of you? Do you not see what I see? ::slides his hands down the strong jaw to
Duncan's neck, continuing further to the broad chest and firm muscles concealed
by tanned skin:: You are the picture of
strength and virility. It's written on
every inch of your powerful body... ::leaning forward to brush his lips over a
nipple before darting his tongue out to lick, and then suckle on it firmly::
<Duncan> ::moans softly and
arches into Methos:: I never feel very strong around you. In fact I always feel
unsure and foolish. Like everything I do or say makes you laugh at me. ::chews
his lip thoughtfully:: In fact I spend so much time pretending to be in
control, and sure of myself, when ever your around I am not sure I am me at all
anymore. I am so tired of trying to impress you.
<Methos> ::hums his
acknowledgement and nibbles his way across Duncan's chest, mumbling and rubbing
his face against the slight crisp chest hair there:: You don't have to be anything other than yourself around me,
Duncan. If you're tired of pretending
to be in control, then let go... ::whispered as he kisses the other nipple
gently before biting down on it with easy pressure:: Or just take control.
Take me...and do what you want...::pulls away slightly and looks
up:: I'm yours.
<Duncan> ::sighs and looks
down:: This is all new to me. I mean, ::blushes:: I have been with other men to
a point. Hand jobs. I was pretending, so you would want me. Pretending I was
experienced. I just, ::gets flustered:: I mean I know what to do. I just
haven't. When I had you in my mouth, I just did what I knew I liked, and it
worked pretty well. ::glances up at him:: Didn't it?
<Methos> ::cups Duncan's face in his hand and smiles
understandingly:: Oh yes...::leans
forward to kiss Duncan:: I always knew
that mouth was talented...and if you want to stop...we can... ::glances down at
Duncan's lap and then reaches out to touch and massage him lightly:: Or we can see about teaching you a few
things you seemed awfully interested in learning about
earlier...::softly:: Do you want me to
take over? Show you what to do?
<Duncan> ::moans and pulls him
against my chest:: I do nay wanna stop, are you daft? ::kissing him with a
renewed passion and dragging him across my body so he is on top of me:: I want
to please you. Try to stop now Methos and I will take your head ::grinning
wickedly:: Again.
<Methos> ::groaning and kissing Duncan back passionately,
nibbling a path down his jaw to suckle and bite an ear lobe while
whispering:: You really want to please
me, Mac? Mmmmm...::sighs:: then fuck
me, Mac. Give me what I've wanted since
the day I laid eyes on you. ::sneaking a hand between their bodies to squeeze
the erection there while grinding his renewed one against Duncan's thigh:: I want to feel *this* deep inside me. I want to feel you *cum* in me, Duncan.