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Post by Connor Pearce on Oct 13, 2009 4:29:38 GMT -5
To say Connor was nervous was an understatement. And he felt stupid for feeling nervous, which made him feel even more nervous. And so to distract himself (it didn’t work) while he waited for the few hours till Kian was due to arrive, he cleaned, his room just about spotless when he was done. He liked things neat and tidy, but cleaning wasn’t a favourite way for him to spend his time. He did it anyway, otherwise he would have likely driven himself, not to mention his parents, crazy.
Who, to Connor’s great relief, had left the apartment for the night. His mom had been keen to meet Kian, but since they’d been dating for only a week, he thought it was just a little too soon for meeting parents just yet. After all, he really liked Kian. Really, really, really liked him. He was cute, and funny, and sweet, and had a very nice b...rain. He didn’t want to scare him off just yet. And so, to avoid the situation, Connor just had to light heatedly mention a boy was coming over, and his father had suddenly wanted to take his mum out. Funny that.
He ordered in Thai, hoping that was something his new boyfriend would like. Everyone likes Thai. And then, with a bit of time to kill, he hopped into the shower and spent twice as long as it took him to shower to settle on something to wear. He figured jeans and a fairly new t-shirt would do. The fast food arrived just a few minutes before his boyfriend was due to, and he threw everything onto the kitchen table just as the doorbell rang again. And with a bright smile lighting his face, he only just managed not to run to the door, pulling it open. “Hey.”
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Post by Kian O'Connor on Oct 13, 2009 6:04:41 GMT -5
Kian had been getting ready all afternoon and had just taken his second shower trying to cool down and relax. He had also gone through several outfits, leaving them strewn about his bedroom. Some were too fancy, some were trying too hard and some not hot enough. Finally since it was a simple dinner at Connor’s home, he just put on a pair of button fly Levis and a navy tee under a plaid flannel shirt that was blue and green . Bright white sneakers finished him off and he decided to leave before he tried to change clothes again.
Kian was so nervous that he almost ran a stop light, but he managed to get stopped without any damage or police attention. After that he was more careful, the last thing he wanted to do was have to cancel because he was in jail or the hospital. He pulled up in front of Connor’s home and parked, reaching into the back of the jeep to get the stuff he had brought with him. Knocking on the door he held his hand behind his back with a dozen pale lilac roses. He had been going to get red ones but then he had seen these and thought they were different, something Connor would appreciate.
When Connor answered the door, Kian blushed and pulled the roses from behind his back. “I know they are kind of cliché, but I have been thinking about you all weekend and I wanted to show you,” he said, lowering his dark eyes in embarrassment. He hadn’t realized how weird this would feel and he was about to pass out from nerves.
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Post by Connor Pearce on Oct 13, 2009 14:20:15 GMT -5
No one had ever bought him flowers before, and Connor wasn’t sure how to take it at first, but he decided just to be flattered. Especially when the roses in question were being held out to him by a cute, seemingly awkward Irishman. With a smile, he took them, leaning forward to brush his lips against his boyfriend’s in what was meant to be a brief thank you kiss. But that kiss quickly gave way to another thank you kiss, and then another, and soon he realised they’d been making out in the doorway for a few minutes. With a grin, Connor pulled away. “I like clichés.” he admitted. “Uh, come in.”
He moved away from the door to let Kian inside, then made his way into the kitchen, trying to find a vase or something. He was sure his mum had one. Filling it up with water, he tried his best to arrange the roses nicely, but it was clear it wasn’t one of his strengths. “I’d been thinking about you, on the weekend.” Normally a confession like that would make him embarrassed to admit, but Kian went first, so it didn’t seem so bad.
In going back to the kitchen table, to the food, Connor moved past Kian and so quite naturally had to kiss him again. It was only now he let his eyes skirt over the other boy before he could help himself. “You look really good Kian.” he complimented. Beautiful was the word that first came to mind, but he didn’t know how his boyfriend would take that. “I ordered in Thai, hope you like.”
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Post by Kian O'Connor on Oct 14, 2009 5:34:08 GMT -5
The kisses and the declaration that Connor had been thinking about him as well had Kian almost reeling with happiness. "My life is perfect," he declared with a great deal of feeling before grabbing Connor and giving him a kiss designed to curl his toes and steal his breath. "You look sexy, my Boyfriend. Wow! I still can't believe we are a couple. Makes me want to scream like a teeny bopper at a Jonas Brothers concert."
His eyes had been glued to Connor since his arrival and at this time he took a moment or two to check out the surroundings. The house wasn't that much different from his home, maybe a bit more practical. His mom with her Celtic fetish, tended to make the decorations a little too much like an Irish tourist attraction. "Nice house, very cozy.
I have never had Thai, but I like Chinese and Japanese so it should be great," Kian said warmly. His mom wasn't that adventurous when it came to food and even the Japanese he had tried while he lived in New York at a friend's invitation. His mind really wasn't on food though, not when they were standing so close and his lips were still tingling from their last kiss.
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Post by Connor Pearce on Oct 14, 2009 14:47:01 GMT -5
Kian’s kiss did exactly what he had wanted it to do, leave Connor reeling. It took a moment for him to get his senses, and his breath back, staring almost vacantly at Kian as the other boy pulled away. And far too soon, in his mind. He licked his lips, tasting his boyfriend, just managing to catch a reference to Jonas Brothers. Enough to make him very confused. He just managed to hold back the dumb sounding “Huh?” though, more than content with the grin on his date’s face.
“Yeah, managed to talk my folks into moving here, for just that reason.” Connor grinned, not moving from where they both currently stood, so very close. “We lived in a high rise apartment at first, but there’s only so much I could stand of that, and we wanted to get a house. I talked them into just getting a house, not the mansion my dad was looking at.” he laughed, not thinking about the fact that his boyfriend might not know just how well off Connor’s parents were. They wouldn’t be swimming in a pool full of money anytime soon, but he was never left wanting anything. “Just feels a bit more personal, you know, living here. And we don’t need all that space. Managed to get the spare room for my dark room, so I’m happy.” he laughed.
He managed to get in another quick kiss, before the smell of the food reminded him he was hungry. He leaned over the table, starting to open up all the boxes. “How was your audition, last week?”
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Post by Kian O'Connor on Oct 14, 2009 23:38:15 GMT -5
Kian helped with the boxes so that he wouldn't throw Connor on the table and climb on top of him. He tried to hide a grin at the question. "Well... you can't expect to get every auditions, I guess," he said sounding dejected. "I would be going to another one this week except... well... I got the first role and it would conflict with that one!" He grinned and kissed Connor again, his entire body quivering with excitement. It was only a recurring guest spot, but there were a lot of stars that started with parts like this.
"I got my first script today and on Wednesday I have to take off part of the day for rehearsal and filming," Kian told Connor. "I have to have a tattoo.... I am trying to decide whether to get a real one or spend the extra time each time to get the fake one inked on. What do you think?" he asked, thinking his boyfriend should have a vote in the matter.
"I am so excited I can hardly stand it. I know it's a bit part, but I have always wanted to be in a sitcom, ever since I first saw Will and Grace," Kian admitted, holding Connor tighter than he realized.
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Post by Connor Pearce on Oct 15, 2009 5:42:04 GMT -5
At the sight of Kian’s crestfallen, and very convincing expression, Connor was all prepared to console him, ready to insult whoever wrongly stole the part from his obviously much more talented boyfriend, ready to abuse the casting director or whoever it was who was too stupid to see that the cute Irish boy was perfect for the part. And then he caught sight of the growingly familiar grin, and would have likely playfully punched Kian in the arm if he wasn’t so excited for him.
His congratulations got put on hold for another moment though, the kiss once more stunning him into silence. The boy could really kiss. “That’s great! I’m so excited for you!” he enthused, laughing slightly. “So I’ll let you off for that trick.” The question about the tattoo threw him, not something he would have expected having his input sought on. “Well, tattoos are sexy.” he admitted with a wry grin. “I’ve thought about getting one myself, but I don’t know if I have the guts. And if I can decide on one. Suppose it depends, where do you have to have it, and can you pick what it’s of?”
“Hey, there’s no small parts, right?” Connor tried to remember how the saying went. “It’s really great, so happy Kian! And maybe the next part might be bigger. But I’m so excited, know how much you wanted to get the part. My boyfriend, the star.” he enthused. “Well, dig in.”
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Post by Kian O'Connor on Oct 15, 2009 14:17:32 GMT -5
Kian sat down and scooted his chair closer to Connor. "It is supposed to be on my lower back. They want something sexy but not too feminine. Something that I would have gotten for a lover they told me. They suggested a panther or angel wings. I just need to run whatever I choose past costuming," he said as they started filling plates with all kinds of goodies.
"What did you do while we were apart?" Kian asked. They had both been busy over the weekend and only sent a few texts back and forth. "Did you get to talk to your friend, Julia, yet?"
Taking a bite of some of the delicacies, Kian decided despite the spice, Thai food was a lot like Chinese food. "This is delicious," he said, tasting them all so he could plan his food attack plan. Kian always ate in order with his favorite food always being the last to go, it ensured his favorite food staying on his taste buds longer.
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Post by Connor Pearce on Oct 16, 2009 4:22:41 GMT -5
“I kinda like the idea of a panther. The wings too actually, that might turn out good.” Connor thought out loud, being careful not to seem too keen either way, in case Kian took his opinion, and ended up regretting the tattoo. One of the reasons of his own indecision about getting a tattoo was that very thing, he wouldn’t want to cause the same thing to happen to his boyfriend. Would be terrible, he figured, getting stuck with a tattoo you hate your whole life.
“If you decide to get one, I’ll come with you if you like, hold your hand.” he offered with a broad grin. “Needles don’t bother me, used to them by now, so I think I can be brave and tough it out.” With a laugh, he leaned over to Kian, now sitting close to him, both with plates piled high in front of them, brushing his lips briefly over the other boy’s lips. He was quickly becoming one half of the type of couples he normally hated, far too affectionate to each other. And he loved it. “What will your parents think of it?”
Licking his lips at the sight of what was probably far too much food for the two of them, Connor held back stuffing his face for a moment, to answer the question. “Well, actually, spent most of the weekend locked away in my dark room.” he smiled. “Had a heap of film I hadn’t gotten around to developing yet, there were some really good shots in there. And I spoke to Julia a couple of times over the phone, but I’m going to try to track her down tomorrow, at school or after. She had a rehearsal or something for the school play this afternoon, knowing her she would have been nervous. And it’s probably been too long since we’ve caught up face to face.” he admitted sheepishly. He didn’t want to be one of those people who got into a relationship and suddenly neglected all his friends.
“Here, try this.” Connor offered, putting a bit of food on his fork and holding it out to Kian. “It’s called khanom jeeb, it’s a prawn and pork dumpling, you’ll love it.”
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Post by Kian O'Connor on Oct 16, 2009 5:31:24 GMT -5
"Maybe a panther with wings," Kian mused. He kind of liked the panther because it made him think of Connor with his dark coloring. "Will you get a tattoo also? It might be nice to do it together," he suggested, reaching out to stroke his black-haired boyfriend's cheek. "I think you just want to look at my butt though. It is a pretty nice-looking one I think." He gave Connor a cheeky grin and a wink.
My mom says it is up to me if I want to put a picture on my ass," Kian answered with a chuckle. "I don't think my father would have cared. He was always supportive of me even when I wanted to move to New York and study." It didn't bother him that Connor had forgotten his father had been killed the fall before. They barely had known each other a week, so details hadn't become ingrained yet.
"I would love to look at your photos some time, if you don't mind," Kian said giving the other boy an adoring look. He wanted to know everything about Connor and he didn't particularly care whether all of it was admirable or cool. He had learned long ago that there was good and bad in everyone. He certainly wasn't perfect and he had no right to expect that from anyone else. And he was lonely. He had left his closest friends back in New York and coming back, he had found his close friends had formed new relationships that he didn't really fit into.
Kian took the fork and tried the dumpling. He chewed thoughtfully for a moment and then smiled widely. "It's great," he exclaimed and began to eat through the mounds of food on his plate.
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