Neil Perry (
shadows_have_offended) wrote2019-01-29 08:26 pm
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He has work in the morning, but it's not stopping him from going out. Besides, this is hardly going out. One of his coworkers put him up on a blind date, and so he's out for that--but the other guy was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, so Neil doesn't think he's showing up at all. So here's Neil, standing outside of a bar, smoking and feeling a bit like an idiot for being stood up.
He should probably just go. If the guy wasn't here twenty minutes ago, or even five minutes ago, it's reasonable to say that he's not coming and Neil should just give up. He pulls out his phone and checks the texts. There's the one from his coworker, describing the guy he's supposed to be meeting, and there's the one from the guy, confirming that he has Neil's number.
Maybe he'll go to a club. Maybe he'll just go home so he can smoke in a heated room rather than shivering outside. Maybe he'll get this fucking meal and send a picture to the guy; his loss. Neil's an entirely pleasant date.
He should probably just go. If the guy wasn't here twenty minutes ago, or even five minutes ago, it's reasonable to say that he's not coming and Neil should just give up. He pulls out his phone and checks the texts. There's the one from his coworker, describing the guy he's supposed to be meeting, and there's the one from the guy, confirming that he has Neil's number.
Maybe he'll go to a club. Maybe he'll just go home so he can smoke in a heated room rather than shivering outside. Maybe he'll get this fucking meal and send a picture to the guy; his loss. Neil's an entirely pleasant date.
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"It's been my pleasure," Harry assures. In fact, it's been such a pleasure that Harry doesn't want to say goodbye yet. "Want to have a drink with me somewhere?" He says, forward words spoken just a little self-consciously.
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The note of self-consciousness warms Neil through, because he knows that feeling too well. There's a part of him that wants to be forward, bold--they've made the jokes, they've been flirting; it seems natural to see if there's an invitation in there, or just the gentle teasing.
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"Somewhere a bit less formal," Harry clarifies, feeling a bit silly for being teased. Neil reminds him of Tommy, who also teased him, especially when they were out and pretending to be proper. It was a good memory of a good time in his life.
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Under the table, he stretches out a leg and catches his foot against Harry’s ankle. “I’d like that, yeah.”
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It's not proper what that little nudge does to Harry. Hungry comes to mind. It's been a while since he's had this sort of attention. So, he can't be blame for the little wicked smile that touches the corners of his mouth. "Good," he says and nudges the feet by his ankle in response.
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The waiter brings their check, looking briefly between them before setting it down closer to Harry. Neil feels a little guilty about that--the implication that he needs to pick up the check just because he's the older of them--and reaches for his wallet.
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Harry, in turn, quite likes that the waiter puts the check near him without any sort of disdain on his face. There's no judgement and that's refreshing. He puts up his hand, stopping Neil. "On me."
They way he's spending money, he's going to need to get creative real soon, and if he can do it without resorting to picking pockets, he will.
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A voice in the back of his head that sounds suspiciously like Nina Zenik points out that Neil shouldn't feel obligated to do something just because a man paid for his meal, but honestly? Neil was going to do it at any rate.
"So," he says with a breezy smile. "My place or yours?"
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Harry has a hard time hiding his surprise at that. He meant a place less formal, somewhere they could sit without a table standing between them. He didn't mean either of their places.
But he quickly decides it's a good idea and he'd be an idiot to pass up on it. "Mine. If you don't mind it ain't that fancy."
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"I don't mind at all," he promises.
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He offers his own flat, simply because that's what he's used to. Boys he's known in London didn't have much of a home so it never came up. He knows Neil isn't anything like them; he's educated and employed, but it still feels better to take him to his own flat.
The taxi arrives and Harry gallantly opens the door to let Neil step in first. He puts a hand on the boys shoulder as he gets in, a lingering touch. .
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But for now, he focuses on this: the moment, the lingering touch, Harry's kind expression. He slides into the taxi and when Harry slides in as well, he sits rather close.
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It’s probably not the bold move it would have been in London (although cabbies were used to all sorts stepping into the back of their cab), but Neil sitting close still brings a smile to Harry’s lips.
He resists putting an arm around Neil, or kissing him there and then, though the thought does cross his mind. He prefers keeping himself composed and discrete when there’s someone watching them through the rear-view mirror.
It’s a silent cab-ride until they reach the High Gate Terrace building. Harry doesn’t allow Neil to pay the fare either and makes sure the fare is paid before Neil can protest.
It’s not until they’re inside Harry’s flat – which still looks pretty much like it did when he first moved in, except for a stocked fridge and liquor cabinet – that Harry speaks. “I know I promised you a drink, but I kinda want to kiss you instead,” he confesses with a lopsided smile on his face. In the privacy of his flat he puts a hand through Neil’s hair, but he doesn’t pull him close yet. “Think you’d be ok with that?”
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It’s almost sweet to be asked. He tilts his head into the touch on his hair, starving for the touch a little, and he nods. Then he steps in, not quite flush but very near, and leans in to brush his lips against Harry’s.
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Harry may have been dubbed the Torture Gang Boss, but he's gentle when it comes to boys and it's important to him that he has permission. He likes Neil and he doesn't want to impose on him.
But Neil is clearly alright with it all, as he leans into Harry's touch and steps forward. So Harry puts his hand in Neil's neck and kisses him properly.
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He smooths his hands up Harry’s chest, then up into his hair. He deepens the kiss boldly, scraping his teeth just a little and sighing as he opens his mouth.
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His eyes stray to Neil's neck but the bruise that was there before has faded.
The hand in his hair is bold, but Harry finds he likes that. He nudges against it, and then deepens the kiss.
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He breaks away from the kiss a little, to breathe, and smiles a little, licking his lips. “Should we sit down, maybe?” he suggests. He doesn’t want to risk being weak in the knees.
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Harry nods and lets go of Neil's neck. It might have been a kiss for a kiss' sake, but that doesn't mean the thought to strip the boy naked there and then hasn't crossed Harry's mind.
He smiles pleasantly instead and nodded to the couch where Neil was welcome to sit. "Let me get you that drink I promised, yeah? What'll you have?"
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“Scotch, if you have it,” he says. “Or beer.”
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He likes Neil and enjoys his company, so Harry isn’t in any rush. A part of Harry is, but he doesn’t usually let that part of him take control over the rest .
He pours them both a scotch and joins the boy on the couch. “I’m still settling in as you can see,” he says as he passes one of the glasses to him. “It’s an expensive city.” He doesn’t mind that. Expensive cities make good money.
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"I wasn't particularly smart with my money when I first got here, I'll admit." He smiles and laughs at himself, now. The cafe job pays handsomely enough, that he can put back what he spent in excess when he first arrived. But it also took him a year and a half to get off his ass and get a job. "But I do have a record player and quite a collect these days."
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"So, we should have gone to your flat, then?" Harry teases. "Maybe you could show me your collection some time, yeah? Teach an old man a bit about this modern music." He takes a sip and regards Neil.
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"Next time," he says, because it feels like there could be. "And you can watch me dance, if I can't convince you to dance with me."
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"I have a radio, if you want to dance," Harry says, nodding to the radio set next to the standard issue television set he hasn't yet touched. He thinks it might be more teasing than an actual promise, but he isn't saying no to a pretty boy dancing for him.
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