RP with kingofgray

[deacon_briggs]

To say that Deacon was nervous was a bit of an understatement. Not only was Norton coming to visit New York, he was also the first bloke Deacon had found remotely attractive - and not just in the friendly sort of way. Still having a bit of difficulty labelling himself as anything, whether it be heterosexual, homosexual, or something in between, he

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[kingofgray]

He'd gotten off the plane and the first thing he did was find a rental car station. He'd seen the things called cabs and they were a bit dodgy at best. He'd, of course, asked for his preferred method of travel, a motorbike. And they'd had one, a Ducati to be precise. His brand of choice

[deacon_briggs]

The sound of the buzzer literally made Deacon jump. He'd been walking towards it, oddly enough, and as he neared it, the sound cut through the stale air around him. His heart now pounding in his chest, he took a moment to catch his breath - he didn't need to sound like a frightened child on the intercom.

He pressed the button by the speaker and put his mouth close to it so he didn't have to yell.

"Norton?" he asked quietly, but loud enough so the person on the other end could hear. He wasn't quite sure why he'd asked who it was; it wasn't as though he was expecting anyone else.

[kingofgray]

He smiled when he heard the quiet voice of Deacon over the intercom. He buzzed back, the joy evident in his voice as he joked. "Yes, it's me I'm afraid. I didn't get lost after all."

He let go of the button and readjusted his pack. It probably looked terrible with the suit he was wearing, but all of his clothes were in it.

He looked down at his palms. Sweaty as they were. He wiped them on his slacks and then joined then in front of his abdomen, his old life still evident in his stance.

He was excited. This was the first person he'd honestly found on his own and could be somewhat open about it.

[deacon_briggs]

The pounding his heart was quickly replaced with the jumping, which he couldn't control, at hearing Norton's voice coming through the slatted speakers. He felt the apples of his cheeks heat as he cleared his throat and pressed the button to speak again.

"Come up. Apartment 5B." He pressed the second button that unlocked the front door remotely as he looked at his flat. What a state of disarray. He wondered what sort of places Norton was used to; he must've been used to posh living - perhaps a castle. Or a palace. All Deacon really had to offer was a modest flat. Still, it was his and there were splashes of his personality everywhere, from the picture of the Notting Hill Gate Tube station by the door to the scattered pictures of he and his family.

His puppy, Cargo, came down the stairs from the lofted bedroom at hearing movement and voices.

"We have a visitor," he explained, crouching down to pet her head.