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So very bored. This seems to be the one drawback to my improved condition since the transfer. Everyone else is suddenly so boring!

Even Russell. So much potential for a good time with that one. But he's hardly worth the trouble lately. He acts as if I'm terrible just for wanting to have a good time with him. How stupid and irritating.

But I -want- a good time. And this rather tacky looking establishment just ahead seems to be drawing the kinds of patrons that won't question my motives, but will just give me what I want. Yes. This should relieve more than just my boredom.

Beregond pushes open the doors to a seedy bar and drops into a seat, then looks around the room with a slight smirk on his face.

Date: 2004-03-03 11:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell pushed open the door to the seedy bar, and ordered a beer, picked up the bottle, and took a drink. As he did so, his eyes scanned the room, and found exactly who he was looking for sitting in a corner.

Holding Beregond's eyes, his mouth lingered around the neck of the bottle for a couple of seconds, then he walked towards him. As he moved, Figured You Out by Nickelback began to pulse around the room.

I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease

So totally appropriate! He turned the chair opposite Beregond around and sat resting his arms on the back grinning, bottle hanging loosely from his fingers.

"Hey, lover"

Date: 2004-03-03 11:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond's smirk turned into an outright leer. Russell looked good. Very good. And it would seem he'd finally gotten smart about things, too.

"Hey, tiger. So, what's a proper sort of man like yourself doing in a place like this? Don't tell me we're here for the same reasons."

Beregond leaned forward, arms on the table, and stared with unstifled lust at Russell. "But you did call me lover, didn't you? Very, very interesting."

Suddenly Beregond felt much less bored.

Date: 2004-03-03 12:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Got bored." Russell smirked. "Thought about what you said, about feeling good, about nothing else mattering, and it began to make sense."

Russell grinned at Beregond.

"Came here looking for you, man. You sure know how to show someone a good time, and I thought, why not? And yeah, I called you lover"

Date: 2004-03-03 01:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Amazing. Beregond felt very, very pleased. Seems Russell wasn't as stupid as he'd been acting, and just needed someone like Beregond to show him the light. Life's fun when you want it to be.

"Well then. You'd be fine with us getting out of this dump and back to your place, then? I only came here for one reason and it's sure not the watered-down drinks."

Beregond stood, poured his drink out on the floor, and reached to grab Russell's arm, pulling him up and out of his chair.

"Let's go." A waitress tapped Beregond's shoulder and said something about his drink, which he hadn't yet paid for, and he snorted.

"Drink was terrible, I'm not paying for dreck. Maybe it will make a clean spot on your floor, but I doubt it. Get out of my way."

She was so startled she didn't think to signal the bouncer until Russell and Beregond were outside.

"Let's see how well you run, Tiger. I love a good fight usually, but right now I have other things on my mind."

And with that Beregond took off like a shot in the direction of Russell's apartment.

Date: 2004-03-03 01:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Russell caught up with Beregond, and pulled him into a dark shop door way, locking his lips on his, pushing his tongue into his mouth, moaning.

He needed to slow him down, get him going in a different direction. Get him headed towards Smith.

He slid his hands down Beregond's back, over his ass, and pulled him forward, grinding against him.

"What's the rush, lover?"

He growled into Beregond's mouth.

Date: 2004-03-03 01:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beregond laughed into Russell's mouth, then grabbed him by the hair and let the kiss turn fierce. Apparently the bouncer hadn't found chasing them down worth the effort of following them this far, which suited him just fine.

"The rush is that I want sex and I want it soon. You want me in a doorway? Sounds fine for the first round, but I'm going to want more." Beregond laughed. "And I don't mean cuddling. So, how about you get on your knees and start making me happy?"

Date: 2004-03-03 02:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The feel of Beregond's hands in his hair, his mouth hard against his, almost made him forget why he was standing in a shop door way snogging his friend!

"On my knees? Well that was sorta the idea!" Another hard kiss.

"But why don't we mess with your friend Smith's head at the same time? We could show him just how disgusting humans can get!"

He moans into your mouth.

"Well? His workspace is just around the corner."

Date: 2004-03-03 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Ha. I'm sure Smith would roll his superior eyes at us, and point out the lack of logic that abounds in the act of you putting your mouth on my cock."

Beregond's eyes narrowed as an image formed in his mind of Russell on his knees, Smith staring at them, that frown of his growing more and more intense by the moment, his eyebrows arching...

"Is this a dare, Russell? Yes. Let's go show Smith all the fun he's missing."

Date: 2004-03-03 05:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Pulls Beregond back for another kiss, realising that once he has back whatever is missing, he probably won't get to do this again. Then he's moving, pulling Beregond along with him, in the direction of Smith's workspace.

"Come on, man! Can't wait to see his face!"

Date: 2004-03-03 05:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Laughing, Beregond lets himself be pulled along. "I'm coming!" Beregond begins to wonder if Russell's gone through a transfer/improvement too, he's a lot more fun than he used to be.

In truth, Beregond's a little put off by Russell's willingness. Beregond was denied the chase, the indignant anger, the nervous flustering Russell showed so well back at the diner the other day. Well, the night was young, and Beregond was certain he could push Russell past his comfort zones soon enough. The thought of this gave Beregond that nice chill across his shoulders he craved. Yes, this could be a promising evening after all.

Date: 2004-03-03 05:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It's not long before they arrive at the door to Smith's place. Russell hopes he remembered to put a chair in there, cause he dosen't think he could possibly keep Beregond entertained enough to stick around for the whole night!

He waits at the door for Beregond to catch up with him.

"Come on, man, we can sneak in. He has me down as "Useless in Combat", so the door's always open!"


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