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Re: Mixology (Open)

PostPosted:Thu Jan 04, 2018 3:52 pm
by Everett Cooper
”...Jake’s favorite…”

Siiiiiiigh. Good job, asshat. Just keep twisting that knife and bringing up the guy’s dead best friend. Brilliant, Everett. Just fucking brilliant… At least it seemed Alasdair was moving beyond the abject sorrow part of dealing with the death, no thanks to Ev he was certain with how many times he had managed to bring it up or make the wizard think about Jake. It seemed the sad memory passed quickly as the vampire watched Alasdair over the rim of his glass, the acrid tang leaving the man’s scent as it did.

That cute little wrinkling of his nose… oh, Ev wasn’t ready for that level of adorable. Nope, not at all. The SEAL did manage not to choke on his drink as he stared blatantly at the other man, although he did NOT manage to get all the bourbon into his mouth while he was distracted by the cute display. Clearing his throat with more than a little chagrin, Ev casually wiped the liquor off his chin and politely signalled the bartender for another round, not ordering Alasdair one in order to respect his desire to sober up a bit with his water and tea. He turned back to Alasdair and returned his cheeky taunt with a chuckle. “Vaguely magical? I dunno about that either,” he laughed. “Maybe ‘supernatural’ but, darlin’, I ain’t even sure I qualify as ‘super’ or ‘natural’ either!” the vampire laughed. It was still strange to think of himself as anything but human, but he imagined that would change the more time passed at least. But th-

Oh.

Sweet baby Jesus in the manger, those eyes. Shimmers and cracks of bright sunshine yellow glinted in the warm mahogany-chocolate of Alasdair’s eyes as Ev looked (okay, he was staring; sue him…) at the slightly shorter man, leaving the soldier damn near breathless. Holy mother of God… If anyone had told Everett that someone could make him - Mister Suave, Mister Smooth-Operator- feel like his brain had short-circuited from nothing but some gentle hand-holding and a pair of eyes he’d have laughed in their face. ’Well, here we fucking are,’ he thought as his brain came back online. Oh, now his eyes were pink! The soft gasp of appreciation was barely audible to even his own sensitive hearing, but the inhale did bring a fresh hit of the wizard’s scent into his senses and, oh boy, was that enlightening…

He was definitely attracted to Ev, that was certain. The musky, slightly-spicy smell of arousal and attraction overlaid the flower-and-parchment scent that was uniquely Alasdair, coupled with the hot day scent of embarrassment and the spike of the wizard’s heart rate… Hot damn. When Alasdair tore his gaze away and stammered his apology, Ev took a moment to give himself a brief mental shake as well before he reassured the smaller man that everything was alright.

“Nuthin’ to be sorry about, darlin’,” he said softly in that sweet Southern drawl. He smiled at Alasdair, charming and gentle, and softly caressed the back of the wizard’s hand with his thumb as he continued. “You asked me what I wanted to know about you and I asked what you thought I should know about you,” he recapped, still smiling that night-ruining smile. “At least I think that’s what happened. Y’all threw me for a loop with those… incredible eyes,” he added almost on a whisper, taking just a half-step closer to Alasdair without really meaning to.

Re: Mixology (Open)

PostPosted:Fri Jan 05, 2018 9:35 am
by Alasdair Bennett
Well, fuck melting apparently. Alasdair was just going directly to sublimation. There had only been one other time that his focus had been this acute from adrenaline. That time was when his life had been in danger. He much preferred this. The adrenaline of nervous hopefulness at whatever this night had turned into. He felt almost dizzy from his hammering heart but not in a bad way.

With all the adrenaline rushing in his blood so much was crystal clear to him that he otherwise wouldn’t have even noticed. The brush of a callous on the tender skin of his hand left a streak of delicious cold behind it from Ev’s lower temperature. The touch drew his eyes away from his handsome face and down slowly. The wizard hadn’t heard the noise but saw the vampire’s short intake of breath as the changeling looked him over. The elder man’s chest rose sharply then deflated again, muscles moving under his shirt as they worked. He wasn’t sure if he was just breathing through his mouth to deal with the dizziness that was still making his head swim or was just gaping like a fish. His eyes fluttered a bit, trying to blink but it seemed his entire body wanted to short circuit now.

“I… I mean- ...There’s not really much to know,” he said shyly. Ev had asked an unfairly difficult question. As someone that thrived on being unnoticed it was hard to even think of what might be important for someone to know about him. Especially going by Alasdair’s own standards. His attentions were drawn back from his musings when Everett moved slightly closer.

That husky voice, those eyes, and oh he smelled like… Sharp, clean, and maybe pine? He wasn’t sure but he liked it. And if Alasdair even dared look at Ev’s mouth again, his brain was sure to give up all function. Looking up at those blue eyes, he felt his breathing stutter along with his heart again. He was acting like a damn teenager. But then it hadn’t been often that Alasdair had even felt attracted to someone else. It been a while. Not to mention Alasdair’s feeling of security and safety to even contemplate letting an attraction go somewhere. But Everett had been nothing except polite.

No, more than that. Both times he had had the pleasure of meeting the vampire he had been charming, sweet, comforting, capable, and just… Somehow perfect towards Alasdair. He swallowed nervously and stared up at the taller man then, the wizard’s hand squeezing his in return.

”Yeah. I can understand the feeling. Being thrown for a loop, I mean,” he breathed, tone matching Ev’s easily.

Re: Mixology (Open)

PostPosted:Fri Jan 05, 2018 11:09 am
by Everett Cooper
Nervousness, anticipation, arousal… god, did Alasdair smell good! And the warm feel of the wizard’s soft hand under his rough, calloused ones was what people had to be talking about when they said something was heavenly… Ev had never really noticed the sweet, enticing smell of adrenaline before, but the scent coming from Alasdair now was like walking into a candy shop and smelling every sweet all at once. Maybe that was his Hunger stirring in response to the adrenaline in the wizard’s scent but he didn’t feel like he needed to feed; the man just smelled real good.

It had only been about twelve hours since he had fed, which normally would have been a great thing as far as Ev was concerned, but tonight it meant that he was well-fed and capable of blushing. As Alasdair’s colorful gaze drifted down from his eyes and looked him over eagerly, Everett could feel the telltale slight warmth of a blush spreading over his cheekbones and up the tips of his ears. He was blushing? Jesus H Christ… he couldn’t remember the last time someone had made him blush! The vampire’s heart pounded in surprise and more than a flash of nerves and he absently ran his free hand through his dark hair while Alasdair stuttered at him endearingly. Goddamn… he felt like a teenager at his first dance! For god’s sake, he had served on SEAL Team Six for twenty years and couldn’t remember ever being his nervous for a mission, but now suddenly one lithe, handsome man had him stuttering and blushing and tripping over himself like a kid? ’Way to fuckin’ go, Cooper,’ he thought with chagrin.

Luckily Ev’s brain seemed to remember how conversations were supposed to work when Alasdair murmured he felt the same way. He smiled that slow, crooked smile again and laughed a little nervously. “Yeah, I, uh… I’m usually much smoother than this,” he confessed with a sheepish smirk. “Not usually one to trip over myself…” God, those eyes were gorgeous… and those lips, he realized as his blue-gold gaze drifted down over Alasdair’s face. Perfectly shaped, invitingly pink and soft-looking… The soldier didn’t realize he was slowly leaning closer to Alasdair as he spoke again, eyes fixed on the wizard’s lips. “If there’s not much to know about us… does that mean we get to write our own story tonight?” he murmured, gently pressing his lips to Alasdair’s with a soft sigh of pleasure.

Re: Mixology (Open)

PostPosted:Sat Jan 06, 2018 9:54 am
by Alasdair Bennett
Alasdair had wanted to say something. Maybe about Ev being smooth with his flirting because he was compared to his own awkward fumblings in this conversation. Or maybe something about the cute blush that had tinted his pale cheeks when he caught Alasdair looking at him, much to his own horror. Or when he had averted his golden blue eyes briefly and stabbed his free hand through those soft-looking locks rather than releasing their twined hands. Like he was as embarrassed as Alasdair despite being far more put together in the whole situation. But most of these maybe words were lost when Ev had kissed him.

His own sigh matched Ev’s as he kissed him back eagerly. Affection was rare for Alasdair and he had craved it for… He couldn’t even remember how long. When presented to opportunity now though, he dove headfirst into his partner. The vampire’s mouth was cool and gentle, heartbreakingly sweet for the sudden kiss. If Alasdair had been worried about the state of his solidity earlier then there would be no hope for him going forward. When Ev had paused like he might pull away, Alasdair’s hand had shot up unbidden to lose his fingers in his hair. The locks were as silken as he had hoped and he clutched onto him. He kissed him slowly before regaining his senses.

They were very much making out in a public bar. Oh, Merlin, Alasdair had become that guy in his eagerness. He released the vampire suddenly, pulling back in embarrassment. The hand in his hair dropped back to his side but the other still clung to the elder man’s hand nearly desperate for the contact. ”I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that,” he said, the roots of his hair starting to go pink, ”I-I mean… Not that I mind… The kiss I mean-! J-Just. Just... Shouldn’t of g-grabbed you like that though. S-Sorry.” He cringed at his stammering, feeling the need to retreat sudden before he made even more of an ass out of himself. He slugged back his tea to calm himself instead settling his bright pink eyes back on the vampire, managing another shy smile.

”So since the introduction is written now, what’s chapter one going to be about?” he asked finally.

Re: Mixology (Open)

PostPosted:Wed Jan 17, 2018 4:16 pm
by Everett Cooper
Oh.

Ev’s brain went blank when he kissed Alasdair, as if it were a computer that had just been wiped to a factory reset. He wasn’t entirely sure what was telling his lips to keep working at this point, but damn was he glad they were! Alasdair’s lips were just as soft and warm and enticing as he had thought they would be, and the urgency with which the wizard returned the kiss just made Everett melt even more. The hand that shot out to tangle in the vampire’s hair prevented him from pulling away to keep the kiss on the chaste side, not that Ev really minded. No sir. Not. At. All. It had been far too long since the soldier had had this sort of affection and now that he had the opportunity? He’d be damned if he was worried about anything except having more of it.

The SEAL was still absorbed in the kisses and affection when Alasdair suddenly pulled back and released him, earning a barely audible sound of disappointment when he broke the kiss. The hand that had been teasing his hair dropped back to the wizard’s side, however, Ev noticed he break their clasped hands, so maybe he hadn’t crossed the line and gone too far? Alasdair’s stuttered apology confused him for a moment, but a slow and slightly shy grin spread across his face as the smaller man clarified his meaning. So he wasn’t upset by the kiss, he was just embarrassed that they had kinda started making out in the middle of the bar; fair enough, Ev chuckled to himself.

The younger man’s question and that shy little smile just tickled the American to the core. “Chapter one, huh?” he echoed in his gentle Southern drawl, still grinning that crooked little smile. “Well… if it’s not too forward of me…” Ev cleared his throat softly, feeling more than a little nervous suddenly. “You could always come back to my place? Nothin’ has to happen!” he added quickly, getting a bit flustered again, “But I’m really enjoyin’ your company, Alasdair… and it’s getting into the mornin’ hours now and I need to be home before dawn…”

Oh for fucks sake, could he have been any more awkward, he asked himself and silently cursed his shy manners. Well, hopefully Alasdair continued to see it as endearing rather than a turn-off…