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muserevival2015-09-26 11:30 pm
thankfuckforlife) wrote in muserevival2015-09-26 11:30 pm
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102.1. Lyrics
"What are we gonna do?
We've opened the door, now it's all coming through
Tell me you see it too
We've opened our eyes and its changing the view
Oh, what are we gonna do?
We've opened the door, now its all coming through"
• How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful, Florence + The Machine
Written withmoviesismagic
A week ago, if someone told Richie he would be on a private jet bound for Monaco, he would have laughed in their face and told them to get their hand off it. Here he was, though, relaxed in a recliner seat and curled up under a cosy duck-down blanket. In the wake of watching a movie on the plasma TV and a really fucking incredible blowjob (Mile High Club, bitches!), his eyes were heavy and the faint hum of the plane's engines were lulling him to sleep.
It was probably more to do with the fact he was on the back end of three double shifts at work that he had worked to get a few extra days off for this impromptu whirlwind trip overseas. It had all been very spur of the moment, but why not? You only live once (or twice, if you're James Bond) and there was too much misery and suffering in the world not to make the most of the life you were given. This was probably a chance of a lifetime, so he had agreed to the offer.
Hard as it was to wrap his mind around the fact he had been 'bought' at a charity Bachelor Auction for the hospital for $1.5 million, the motions he was going through with Adrian certainly helped evidence the fact he wasn't dreaming this. It wasn't a product of watching too many cliché movies on little sleep as he adjusted to the rigorous schedule of being a Medical Resident in a high-paced hospital. It actually happened. Even though he tried to resist, Adrian was quite addictive and Richie found himself enjoying his company. The sex, really, believe it or not, was just the cherry on top.
His eyes had drooped closed, but a moment or two later, he felt a soft and tender kiss pressed to his cheek. "I'm going to get them to turn the lights down for you," Adrian murmured and went to get up.
Richie opened his eyes again again to glance sleepily at Adrian. "Mm? No, it's okay. I could sleep through a cyclone. Trust me, once I'm out, I'm out," he assured him and when Adrian remained in his seat a little longer, Richie turned his head to catch his lips in another kiss. "I'm not just bullshitting you."
"I know you're not," Adrian said with a laugh. "You're cute when you're sleepy. I'm enjoying the view. Actually, I wanted to ask you something. But it can wait if you want to get some shut-eye."
"You can't just say that and not follow-through. Don't be a bitch and deprive a dude from his sleep going crazy wondering what you need to talk to me about. Am I too boring for you in this... high-flying billionaire lifestyle you operate in? It's honestly cool if I'm not your cup of tea," Richie told him, and was being wholeheartedly honest. He had always been a cards on the table sort of guy.
Adrian responded with an emphatic shake of his head. "Not even close. Want to try Box Number Two?" he teased. He was leaning in close up against Richie's arm and couldn't resist reaching up to toy with the curls falling in his face. The curls were most definitely one heck of a turn-on. "I wasn't sure if my 'high-flying billionaire lifestyle' was really unappealing to you and you didn't want to be rude and tell me because of, well, distinct charitable donation and all that."
Richie settled back in against his pillow nestled beside his head and curled his legs beneath him. "I'm a Pediatrician. You can handle anything once you've had blood projectile puked all over you simultaneous to explosive diarrhea, like, everywhere. I'm kidding. I'm not really comparing spending time with you to mutant kid gastrointestinal skills," he promised.
"In that case, would you be interested in making this something more official?" Adrian asked, because he didn't want to beat around the bush with Richie barely managing to keep his eyes open. "Not expecting you to elope with me or anything crazy like that. Just an agreement to more dates and spending time together, maybe exclusivity if that's something you would want. I've always sort of more been an exclusive type of guy. If, at any time later, either of us feel like it's not working, we just cut our losses. I've really enjoyed spending time you. I never expected it, and now I don't want it to just taper off into nothing."
Richie was looking at Adrian out the side of his eyes, but only because he was too tired to lift his head from the comfy pillow which it had taken up residence on. When Adrian was done with his proposal, Richie put his hand over Adrian's, lacing their fingers together, and gave his hand a squeeze with a content smile. "My mom's going to love you," he murmured, amused. "Alright, deal. Gimme a kiss and spoon me," he directed, stealing another kiss and elbowing the arm rest between them up so their seats were as one.
Adrian didn't have to be asked twice. He shifted over so he was cuddled up behind Richie and the blanket was wrapped around them both. Richie was still holding his hand just minutes later when he finally dozed off with a very soft snore.
= Richie Jameson =
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We've opened the door, now it's all coming through
Tell me you see it too
We've opened our eyes and its changing the view
Oh, what are we gonna do?
We've opened the door, now its all coming through"
• How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful, Florence + The Machine
Written with
moviesismagicA week ago, if someone told Richie he would be on a private jet bound for Monaco, he would have laughed in their face and told them to get their hand off it. Here he was, though, relaxed in a recliner seat and curled up under a cosy duck-down blanket. In the wake of watching a movie on the plasma TV and a really fucking incredible blowjob (Mile High Club, bitches!), his eyes were heavy and the faint hum of the plane's engines were lulling him to sleep.
It was probably more to do with the fact he was on the back end of three double shifts at work that he had worked to get a few extra days off for this impromptu whirlwind trip overseas. It had all been very spur of the moment, but why not? You only live once (or twice, if you're James Bond) and there was too much misery and suffering in the world not to make the most of the life you were given. This was probably a chance of a lifetime, so he had agreed to the offer.
Hard as it was to wrap his mind around the fact he had been 'bought' at a charity Bachelor Auction for the hospital for $1.5 million, the motions he was going through with Adrian certainly helped evidence the fact he wasn't dreaming this. It wasn't a product of watching too many cliché movies on little sleep as he adjusted to the rigorous schedule of being a Medical Resident in a high-paced hospital. It actually happened. Even though he tried to resist, Adrian was quite addictive and Richie found himself enjoying his company. The sex, really, believe it or not, was just the cherry on top.
His eyes had drooped closed, but a moment or two later, he felt a soft and tender kiss pressed to his cheek. "I'm going to get them to turn the lights down for you," Adrian murmured and went to get up.
Richie opened his eyes again again to glance sleepily at Adrian. "Mm? No, it's okay. I could sleep through a cyclone. Trust me, once I'm out, I'm out," he assured him and when Adrian remained in his seat a little longer, Richie turned his head to catch his lips in another kiss. "I'm not just bullshitting you."
"I know you're not," Adrian said with a laugh. "You're cute when you're sleepy. I'm enjoying the view. Actually, I wanted to ask you something. But it can wait if you want to get some shut-eye."
"You can't just say that and not follow-through. Don't be a bitch and deprive a dude from his sleep going crazy wondering what you need to talk to me about. Am I too boring for you in this... high-flying billionaire lifestyle you operate in? It's honestly cool if I'm not your cup of tea," Richie told him, and was being wholeheartedly honest. He had always been a cards on the table sort of guy.
Adrian responded with an emphatic shake of his head. "Not even close. Want to try Box Number Two?" he teased. He was leaning in close up against Richie's arm and couldn't resist reaching up to toy with the curls falling in his face. The curls were most definitely one heck of a turn-on. "I wasn't sure if my 'high-flying billionaire lifestyle' was really unappealing to you and you didn't want to be rude and tell me because of, well, distinct charitable donation and all that."
Richie settled back in against his pillow nestled beside his head and curled his legs beneath him. "I'm a Pediatrician. You can handle anything once you've had blood projectile puked all over you simultaneous to explosive diarrhea, like, everywhere. I'm kidding. I'm not really comparing spending time with you to mutant kid gastrointestinal skills," he promised.
"In that case, would you be interested in making this something more official?" Adrian asked, because he didn't want to beat around the bush with Richie barely managing to keep his eyes open. "Not expecting you to elope with me or anything crazy like that. Just an agreement to more dates and spending time together, maybe exclusivity if that's something you would want. I've always sort of more been an exclusive type of guy. If, at any time later, either of us feel like it's not working, we just cut our losses. I've really enjoyed spending time you. I never expected it, and now I don't want it to just taper off into nothing."
Richie was looking at Adrian out the side of his eyes, but only because he was too tired to lift his head from the comfy pillow which it had taken up residence on. When Adrian was done with his proposal, Richie put his hand over Adrian's, lacing their fingers together, and gave his hand a squeeze with a content smile. "My mom's going to love you," he murmured, amused. "Alright, deal. Gimme a kiss and spoon me," he directed, stealing another kiss and elbowing the arm rest between them up so their seats were as one.
Adrian didn't have to be asked twice. He shifted over so he was cuddled up behind Richie and the blanket was wrapped around them both. Richie was still holding his hand just minutes later when he finally dozed off with a very soft snore.
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