U2 played loud and clear on the car stereo, and Chase turned it up a little as he cruised along the freeway towards Wilson's home. Oh sure, he could have gone home after work, crashed and gotten a good ten hours of sleep before the next round of tests with their oh-so-delightful patient ...
But quite honestly? He needed something other than sleep. He needed comfort, safe haven, and as much as he cared for varying members of his family ... the only person who ever made him feel truly safe was James Wilson.
He turned off the freeway, darting the Porche through the Princeton streets until he reached the other man's brownstone, pulling up behind the M3. Letting out a tired but content sigh, he shifted out of the car and moved slowly towards the front door. The smell of roses blooming in the dusk made him twist his head towards the house next door, and a faint smile touched his lips as he dug out the housekey and let himself in.
"James, baby?" He called out, his voice husky and weary, but he brightened at the smell of food.
Wilson was once again stove dancing, it was amazing how often he tended to boogie about playfully when he was cooking, humming softly with the extremely mellow, soulful music with it's slow, deep bass beat but he put down the spoon when he heard Chase's voice and stepped to the kitchen doorway.
Poking his head around the frame, he smiled Robert's Smile full and uninhibited, towards the younger man
( ... )
It was that 'Come Hither' smile that started to wake Chase up - that made him return the smile with a touch of confusion. Curiousity made him move forward as he unthreaded the tie from around his throat, closing the distance between the front hall to the kitchen where ...
Where everything was just perfect.
Chase breathed in - looking around with a expression of soft wonderment flashing over his face. Candlelight and good smelling food, flowers and mellow music, but best of all?
James in something soft looking and smiling at him. Maybe a little tired, but altogether charming and handsome. Chase moved towards him like a moth drawn to his flame of choice, unbuttoning his collar as he swooped in and stole a kiss from those smiling lips. "Hi, yourself. What's all this?"
Reaching up to cradle the strong line of his lover's jaw with his palm, Wilson returned the stolen kiss and then stole one of his own sweet, deep and full of slow burn promise
( ... )
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But quite honestly? He needed something other than sleep. He needed comfort, safe haven, and as much as he cared for varying members of his family ... the only person who ever made him feel truly safe was James Wilson.
He turned off the freeway, darting the Porche through the Princeton streets until he reached the other man's brownstone, pulling up behind the M3. Letting out a tired but content sigh, he shifted out of the car and moved slowly towards the front door. The smell of roses blooming in the dusk made him twist his head towards the house next door, and a faint smile touched his lips as he dug out the housekey and let himself in.
"James, baby?" He called out, his voice husky and weary, but he brightened at the smell of food.
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Poking his head around the frame, he smiled Robert's Smile full and uninhibited, towards the younger man ( ... )
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Where everything was just perfect.
Chase breathed in - looking around with a expression of soft wonderment flashing over his face. Candlelight and good smelling food, flowers and mellow music, but best of all?
James in something soft looking and smiling at him. Maybe a little tired, but altogether charming and handsome. Chase moved towards him like a moth drawn to his flame of choice, unbuttoning his collar as he swooped in and stole a kiss from those smiling lips. "Hi, yourself. What's all this?"
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