[Faolan's insides are doing funny little fluttering things within him as he stands there and gazes at the younger man and offers him a funny little smile to match. As though he cannot quite believe how lucky he has found himself to be, for in truth he can't.]
A whole day together.
[He muses aloud, the words part of an unfinished thought but Laurent can probably figure out where it's coming from.]
[A healthy flush spreads across Faolan's face as he allows Laurent to tug him forward down the walk. A night, Laurent had said, and Faolan isn't certain how to interpret it. He isn't certain there's any other way to interpret it, other than the obvious, given that smile. He tightens his hand around Laurent's as they walk and decides the best course of action is simply to walk together for now. He can question it later. In the meanwhile, he will enjoy every moment of this that he can.]
Laurent leads Faolan along the road to a patisserie, with light, fluffy cakes that are neatly decorated in various styles. The have a cake they are holding for him, but they also sell slices too. Laurent fusses over if they should taste it first to be sure he (he being Faolan, of course) likes it, fusses over if they should try a few to be sure -- eventually asks for a single slice for them (and a toasted sandwich to share) along with some tea and coffee.
The cake is fine, of course, and eventually relents on the issue of trying others in an endless cake testing cycle. They tie the box up with a ribbon and place it in a large bag, and Laurent pays while getting Faolan to call for the car so he isn't lingering at the till.
Then Laurent is carrying out the cake, setting it in the boot and climbing into the back of the car with Faolan. They stop for wine on the way, then one Laurent is sure Faolan wants nothing else ask the driver to take them home.
Laurent leans into Faolan's side, half flicking through his phone as he waits for the care to come to a halt. ]
[The more Laurent fusses over him, the more endearing Faolan finds the younger man's behavior. Insisting that they buy a piece of the cake to taste to make certain that he likes it before they buy the cake itself, Faolan smiles but agrees to go along with it. It makes sense, really. When he starts to fuss about whether Faolan might like other flavors instead is where he puts his foot down to draw the line. It's fine. More than fine. And if he tries all these cakes now then he'll not be able to stomach any later either.
That same attitude continues throughout the day, of course. As they stop for wine, as they continue home from there and Laurent insists on asking him if there is anything else he wants to stop for before they do so. He smiles to himself, watching out the window as they drive, glancing over to Laurent and watching over his shoulder as he flicks through his phone. He thinks about moving his arm around Laurent's shoulders to hold him closer, thinks about leaning in to press a kiss to the exposed line of his neck as the younger man holds his head down to look at his phone. But he holds himself back for now. Hesitant for the simple fact that he's not certain whether he's truly allowed to take such liberties or not.
He lets Laurent out of the car as they arrive, fetching the wine and cake out of the back and insisting he help carry it back up to the apartment after they do. Only just having eaten lunch, there's still half the day left yet, and certainly a good few hours still before they really should be cracking open this wine. He hesitates uncertainly as he sets their purchases down on the kitchen counter. What now...?]
Laurent has to pull some things out first, move the shelves around to make sure there is one high enough with enough space, then once it's safely slid in he carefully puts everything back and closes it.
Then Laurent is shrugging off his coat, hanging it up, toeing off his shoes and flopping down onto the chaise lounge in the living room. He stretches out a little then sighs in satisfaction, studying Faolan. ]
If there is something else you'd like to do, let me know. Do you think you'd want to watch a movie? I'm sure I could rent something for later.
[Laurent does seem to enjoy that chaise so, Faolan thinks to himself, as he shrugs out of his own jacket and boots to set them aside near the door then pads across to where the other man has settled himself in the living room.
Settling himself down in the nearest chair, he offers a little shrug.]
We could, if you like. I haven't really sat down to watch anything like that in ages. I don't really...
[He offers Laurent a little sheepish smile, lacing his hands in his lap and glancing down at them before back up at Laurent.] When I get time off, I usually don't have company to spend it with. It does make quite the difference.
[ Why not? Laurent would. Laurent has no qualms about doing things alone in general, even if 'alone' these days often requires some degree of accompaniment at least to loom around him.
Still, he'd happily rent something just to sit and watch it on his own. He'd probably go to a cinema alone if he could, only that someone would be required to come along regardless so he wouldn't be alone now. ]
[Faolan offers the younger man a shrug. Is it really that odd?]
Not really. It's never really been a hobby of mine. I like... Well, music. [He shoots a half-smile at Laurent at that one. Pretty sure Laurent has figured that one out already.] I like food. I like... Exercise. When I get a bit of downtime, sitting down to watch a film is probably the last thing I'd think of doing. I've never been very good at being that idle. Not by myself, at any rate.
[ If Laurent seems amused by this, it is because he is. ]
Does that mean you'd rather go for a run than watch a film?
[ He supposes he would if he had to but, well, that doesn't seem a very relaxing use of a day off to Laurent. He likes exercise but not particularly for fun. More for a purpose. ]
[Okay, okay, so it is pretty ridiculous, he'll give you that, Laurent. He presses his lips together, making a bit of a face as he offers Laurent a shrug.]
If you'd like to join me in the morning sometime, I'd be more than happy with the company. But it's not really how I'd like to spend my time with you here. Not today.
[Which of course begs the question how would he like to spend his time instead, however. He sits back in his chair for a moment and studies Laurent as he thinks before speaking up again.]
I'd like to make the most of it. Today. However I can. I'm not certain I could sit still for a film. Not -- not when there were better things in the room to pay attention to. [He adds, with another crook of his lips.]
[ Laurent props himself up a little and studies Faolan curiously.
For someone who enjoys 'better things' Faolan is sitting terribly far away, Laurent thinks. He could easily have chosen to sit beside him. Why the distance? ]
[Faolan is pretty sure that Laurent knows exactly what 'better things' he's speaking of, but if he must spell it out to make him happy then he supposes he has no qualms in doing so.]
Mmm. The company, for one.
[Yes, alright, he recognizes he is sitting quite far away here. Far too far away for the flirting he wants to get up to at any rate. Pushing up from his seat, he takes the few steps to close the distance between them before he nudges the younger man's legs aside slightly so that he might take a seat with him on the chaise.
There. Much better. He puts a hand on Laurent's leg beside him as he continues:] Far more interesting than any film I can think of, personally.
[Faolan lets out the huff of a laugh as Laurent swings his legs up into his lap, before moving to lay his hand back where it was before, resting on the other man's thigh.]
It's dynamic. A tangible thing. Something I can interact with. Reach out and touch.
[He runs his fingers in a slow circle where they rest against Laurent's thigh.]
A film certainly wouldn't drape itself across my lap or look at me the way you are now.
You do seem to be taking advantage of the touching. How am I looking at you?
[ Since Faolan's tone suggests he's enjoying that as much as the touching. He settles himself more comfortably, eyes flitting between the hand on his thigh and Faolan's face. ]
[Faolan continues the motion of his hand against Laurent's leg, turning his head to flick the other man a smile at his words. Why not take advantage, the smile asks? He is quite the temptation.]
As if you know exactly what you want from me, and now you're simply waiting for me to catch up.
[Faolan turns his hand in Laurent's, moving to run his thumb over the younger man's knuckles, shrugging slightly as he does.]
It isn't a no. But you've never been one to watch a film before. And neither have I been, really. If there's something you're interested in, put it on. If you're just looking to kill time, I'd rather you spent it doing something you enjoyed more. So long as you don't mind me hanging about you as you did.
[Faolan sits back and follows the younger man's movements as he swings up to stand above him, letting out the huff of a breath as Laurent's hands tangle through his hair but not protesting it either.]
Some water, maybe?
[He cracks a soft smile at Laurent as he continues to ask:]
Giving me the choice of background music? It must be a special day.
[ He pads away to his room to retrieve his book, returns with it and sets it on the kitchen counter while he begins making himself some tea and filling a glass with water for Faolan.
Laurent brings over the glass of water first, hands it to Faolan before returning to wait for his water to boil. Then a moment later he's returning with some herbal tea, setting it down on the low table and curling up back into his seat with his book.
It's a fiction book, by the looks of it, which the cover proclaims is a New York Times Bestseller and appears (from the short review snippets) to be a thriller. ]
[As Laurent disappears into the bedroom, Faolan stands and fiddles with the sound system until he's got his own playlist of music playing. Making himself comfortable once more in time to watch Laurent reappear with his book in his hand.
He takes the water from the younger man, watching him pad around the kitchen fixing his tea while he waits for him to return. Glancing curiously at the book as he watches Laurent sit down but giving him a few moments to settle before he speaks up to ask:]
What are you reading?
[He's not certain whether he's ever really paid attention to Laurent's taste in reading. He always seems to be doing so much homework, he's almost surprised to see it isn't somehow related to that.]
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[Faolan raises his eyebrows at that, before taking another glance at the cover of the book. Just what is he reading anyway? Faolan shifts in his seat, moving closer to him until he has squeezed himself up against Laurent's side so that he might be able to glance at the book over the other man's shoulder.]
You always say the kindest things. If I were a weaker man, I might actually be concerned, here.
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A whole day together.
[He muses aloud, the words part of an unfinished thought but Laurent can probably figure out where it's coming from.]
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[ Laurent gives a more sly, teasing smile and turns to begin walking -- drawing Faolan along by his hand. ]
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Yes. Right. Cake.
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Laurent leads Faolan along the road to a patisserie, with light, fluffy cakes that are neatly decorated in various styles. The have a cake they are holding for him, but they also sell slices too. Laurent fusses over if they should taste it first to be sure he (he being Faolan, of course) likes it, fusses over if they should try a few to be sure -- eventually asks for a single slice for them (and a toasted sandwich to share) along with some tea and coffee.
The cake is fine, of course, and eventually relents on the issue of trying others in an endless cake testing cycle. They tie the box up with a ribbon and place it in a large bag, and Laurent pays while getting Faolan to call for the car so he isn't lingering at the till.
Then Laurent is carrying out the cake, setting it in the boot and climbing into the back of the car with Faolan. They stop for wine on the way, then one Laurent is sure Faolan wants nothing else ask the driver to take them home.
Laurent leans into Faolan's side, half flicking through his phone as he waits for the care to come to a halt. ]
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That same attitude continues throughout the day, of course. As they stop for wine, as they continue home from there and Laurent insists on asking him if there is anything else he wants to stop for before they do so. He smiles to himself, watching out the window as they drive, glancing over to Laurent and watching over his shoulder as he flicks through his phone. He thinks about moving his arm around Laurent's shoulders to hold him closer, thinks about leaning in to press a kiss to the exposed line of his neck as the younger man holds his head down to look at his phone. But he holds himself back for now. Hesitant for the simple fact that he's not certain whether he's truly allowed to take such liberties or not.
He lets Laurent out of the car as they arrive, fetching the wine and cake out of the back and insisting he help carry it back up to the apartment after they do. Only just having eaten lunch, there's still half the day left yet, and certainly a good few hours still before they really should be cracking open this wine. He hesitates uncertainly as he sets their purchases down on the kitchen counter. What now...?]
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Laurent has to pull some things out first, move the shelves around to make sure there is one high enough with enough space, then once it's safely slid in he carefully puts everything back and closes it.
Then Laurent is shrugging off his coat, hanging it up, toeing off his shoes and flopping down onto the chaise lounge in the living room. He stretches out a little then sighs in satisfaction, studying Faolan. ]
If there is something else you'd like to do, let me know. Do you think you'd want to watch a movie? I'm sure I could rent something for later.
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Settling himself down in the nearest chair, he offers a little shrug.]
We could, if you like. I haven't really sat down to watch anything like that in ages. I don't really...
[He offers Laurent a little sheepish smile, lacing his hands in his lap and glancing down at them before back up at Laurent.] When I get time off, I usually don't have company to spend it with. It does make quite the difference.
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[ Why not? Laurent would. Laurent has no qualms about doing things alone in general, even if 'alone' these days often requires some degree of accompaniment at least to loom around him.
Still, he'd happily rent something just to sit and watch it on his own. He'd probably go to a cinema alone if he could, only that someone would be required to come along regardless so he wouldn't be alone now. ]
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Not really. It's never really been a hobby of mine. I like... Well, music. [He shoots a half-smile at Laurent at that one. Pretty sure Laurent has figured that one out already.] I like food. I like... Exercise. When I get a bit of downtime, sitting down to watch a film is probably the last thing I'd think of doing. I've never been very good at being that idle. Not by myself, at any rate.
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Does that mean you'd rather go for a run than watch a film?
[ He supposes he would if he had to but, well, that doesn't seem a very relaxing use of a day off to Laurent. He likes exercise but not particularly for fun. More for a purpose. ]
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If you'd like to join me in the morning sometime, I'd be more than happy with the company. But it's not really how I'd like to spend my time with you here. Not today.
[Which of course begs the question how would he like to spend his time instead, however. He sits back in his chair for a moment and studies Laurent as he thinks before speaking up again.]
I'd like to make the most of it. Today. However I can. I'm not certain I could sit still for a film. Not -- not when there were better things in the room to pay attention to. [He adds, with another crook of his lips.]
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[ Laurent props himself up a little and studies Faolan curiously.
For someone who enjoys 'better things' Faolan is sitting terribly far away, Laurent thinks. He could easily have chosen to sit beside him. Why the distance? ]
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Mmm. The company, for one.
[Yes, alright, he recognizes he is sitting quite far away here. Far too far away for the flirting he wants to get up to at any rate. Pushing up from his seat, he takes the few steps to close the distance between them before he nudges the younger man's legs aside slightly so that he might take a seat with him on the chaise.
There. Much better. He puts a hand on Laurent's leg beside him as he continues:] Far more interesting than any film I can think of, personally.
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[ Laurent might have moved his legs so Faolan could sit down, but that doesn't mean he can't move them back.
He shifts sideways and swings them up to lay across Faolan's lap, smiling at him wryly. ]
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It's dynamic. A tangible thing. Something I can interact with. Reach out and touch.
[He runs his fingers in a slow circle where they rest against Laurent's thigh.]
A film certainly wouldn't drape itself across my lap or look at me the way you are now.
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[ Since Faolan's tone suggests he's enjoying that as much as the touching. He settles himself more comfortably, eyes flitting between the hand on his thigh and Faolan's face. ]
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As if you know exactly what you want from me, and now you're simply waiting for me to catch up.
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[ He reaches for the hand resting on his thigh, laces fingers through it. ]
Is this a no to watching something?
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It isn't a no. But you've never been one to watch a film before. And neither have I been, really. If there's something you're interested in, put it on. If you're just looking to kill time, I'd rather you spent it doing something you enjoyed more. So long as you don't mind me hanging about you as you did.
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[ He legs go of Faolan and swings his legs back to the ground, pushes to his feet and ruffles at Faolan's hair lightly. ]
Would you like anything while I'm up? You can put on some music.
[ But Laurent may as well get himself some tea while he's fetching his book. ]
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Some water, maybe?
[He cracks a soft smile at Laurent as he continues to ask:]
Giving me the choice of background music? It must be a special day.
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[ He pads away to his room to retrieve his book, returns with it and sets it on the kitchen counter while he begins making himself some tea and filling a glass with water for Faolan.
Laurent brings over the glass of water first, hands it to Faolan before returning to wait for his water to boil. Then a moment later he's returning with some herbal tea, setting it down on the low table and curling up back into his seat with his book.
It's a fiction book, by the looks of it, which the cover proclaims is a New York Times Bestseller and appears (from the short review snippets) to be a thriller. ]
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He takes the water from the younger man, watching him pad around the kitchen fixing his tea while he waits for him to return. Glancing curiously at the book as he watches Laurent sit down but giving him a few moments to settle before he speaks up to ask:]
What are you reading?
[He's not certain whether he's ever really paid attention to Laurent's taste in reading. He always seems to be doing so much homework, he's almost surprised to see it isn't somehow related to that.]
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[ Laurent turns a page, casually as if this is a perfectly normal answer. ]
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You always say the kindest things. If I were a weaker man, I might actually be concerned, here.
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