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Julian x Bryce - Damian x Céline

Bryce knew he hadn't really heard and sighed a little. But nevertheless he took it as a yes and got up.
The bathroom in this hotel was posh.
Well, maybe not posh. Bryce knew posh. But it was nice anyway.
Very soon he was underneath the hot water.
The bathroom in this hotel was posh.
Well, maybe not posh. Bryce knew posh. But it was nice anyway.
Very soon he was underneath the hot water.

For several long, crucial moments, Bryce didn't notice him. Then all of a sudden -
"Oh."
The response seemed rather mild for such an intrusion. He began to turn an embarrassed red, and his powers did nothing to stop it. "I, uh, I..." Bryce felt funny. Kind of... Sick. It was all the way into his bones and he just... Felt like passing out. In fact, he was just about to collapse when he simply disappeared in a puff of hot air.
"Oh."
The response seemed rather mild for such an intrusion. He began to turn an embarrassed red, and his powers did nothing to stop it. "I, uh, I..." Bryce felt funny. Kind of... Sick. It was all the way into his bones and he just... Felt like passing out. In fact, he was just about to collapse when he simply disappeared in a puff of hot air.
Bryce was out of it for a while. He just floated there, but sudden snapped back as Julian said his name. His form flickered back into color suddenly, but faded in and out like an untuned radio; making him seem like a ghost. His eyes were shut tight in concentration as he tried to rematerialize.
As soon as the door clicked shut Bryce resolidified. But his head was pounding... He held his face in his hands as he regained control, and then quietly grinned to himself despite the evil blush on his face. Julian saw him naked... Finally.

Bryce decided that his shower had been eventful enough by now and that he could call it quits. He waited a while before coming out however... But not too long. What had happened to him? Yeah Julian had seen him naked (NAKED) but... He had just... disappeared on him. "Hey?" He opened the door a little ane stuck his head out, dark blonde hair dripping wet.
"Uhm," Bryce let out a breath and sucked in a new one. "I uh, I left my clothes out there... Would you mind?"
Bryce blinked, but then shrugged. Why not?
In a strangly tense silence, he came out to get his clothing.
In a strangly tense silence, he came out to get his clothing.
Every now and then Bryce noticed him watching him. It was a strangely uplifting and embarrassing thing at the same time. After a moment he was done and he stretched his arms behind his head with a yawn. "Alright..."

" This hotel has a bar wanna come drink with me?" Julian asked Bryce knowing the goody two shoes would probably say no.
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He almost did. But then Rachael's words came echoing back, and he changed his mind. Who would it hurt? Slowly, he nodded. "Sure."
He almost did. But then Rachael's words came echoing back, and he changed his mind. Who would it hurt? Slowly, he nodded. "Sure."

Bryce smiled a little when he saw wine. He was more at home around wine and champagne; the likes. "You know why people run their fingers around the rim of their wine glasses?" He said, glancing at Julian sidelong.
"To see the quality of the wine." Bryce replied quietly, taking a drink. "The higher the quality the more condensation builds up along the rim... People do it to look for moisture." He look another warm sip. "The stupid things I know."

Believe it or not, Bryce was extraordinary at holding his liquor. He gave Julian a semi-sober smile, knowing he was hammered, and nodded. "Yep."

Bryce stopped and stared at him, his light hazel eyes wide behind his glass. "What?" He swallowed. No... "O-On... On Bryce?"

Bryce just wanted to grab Julian and hug him. Oh he wanted to so bad. "We should probably get you back up to your room big guy." Bryce slid off his stool and took Julian's arm carefully.
Bryce stopped him once they were inside and sat him down on his bed. "Julian," he said patiently, crouching down beside him. "It's not Sam. It's Bryce. It's me."
Bryce shrugged a little and smiled back at him. "I'm okay. No complaining. Not quite as hammered as you either." He sat down on the bed beside him quietly. "You really need to learn to slow down a little... You could kill yourself Julian." He added in a murmur, his eyes flicking over him with care.
Everything just seemed to stop. Bryce froze, his eyes wide as Julian engulfed him into this passionate kiss. It was... So much more than he had ever imagined. It tasted like wine, and it was warm and deep. Before he knew it he was kissing Julian back just as strong.
And suddenly his arms were around him.
And suddenly his arms were around him.

Caught up in the moment (plus he wasn't compeltely sober either), Bryce pulled Julian down ontop of him, still kissing as if there was no tomorrow. "Please," he managed, his voice pleading for the moment it was exposed.
Well obviously he wasn't too drunk not to understand. That was good for both of them. Bryce paused and bit the inside of his lip, looking up at Julian warily, hopefully. "Please..." He said again. "I... I thought you wanted to... You know... I'm sorry." He began to panic. Maybe he didn't want to?
It made him feel funny. Funny in many ways, but the melting inside his chest was the most pleasent. It was like all the things that were perfect about Julian suddenly made war on his heart until it was so full of gooshiness he couldn't hold it any more so it spilled out to warm his entire body. "Only if you want to," Bryce kissed him back, just as lovingly.
Bryce stopped a little in surprise. "Really?" He said, a smile making it's way onto his face. "I didn't... Think... Really?"

Bryce smirked, shaking his head slowly. "You are so drunk..." He murmured. "Do you want to do this another time? When you're... Sober?" God... Please say no... Just let this keep happening... But his chivralous personality denied him the ability to take advantage of him at this critical moment.
Bryce let out a breath of relief. "Oh good." He said, then pulled Julian's head down into a deep kiss as the rest of his clothes faded out into air.
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