the exchange was one he knew he should have expected and chuckling he complied with the silent offer. he did though make sure to feed the other as they rocked against the wood and managed to eat at least half as much himself by the time they were through

By the time they were done not only had they eaten breakfast but Galvin seduced his lover into following him into the shower as well. It was hard to wash the sticky ooze off his torso with the other once more pressed between his thighs and their tongues tangled. Happily he spent the rest of the after noon where he began the morning, lazed beside Ambrosia and his pile of disregarded paper work.

(XD When he wakes again it should be closer to the party )

they both napped after the shower though pyce stayed asleep a lot longer and slept through a visit with the doctor, dinner, and a couple phonecalls though on his last one the other finally woke. letting morgan go he threw it to the bottom of the bed before rolling on top of the other, "bad timing. i was about to take a nap but now i guess i have to stay awake"

Rolling over he looked at Ambrosia. Reaching beneath his head he pulled his pillow from under his head and lightly smacked the other with it before leaving it to cover Ambrosias face. His hands smoothed over the cool side finding the curves of Ambrosias face. "Nap, we will have plenty of the other later and I need to walk my dog before he pisses on the carpet."

through the soft material he chuckled and leaning a bit to the side he pulled the pillow from his face, "already taken care of, the dog was walked fed and allowed to harass the doctor quite a while ago, and dinner will be here in an hour or so, you have no excuses galvin pyce"

He grinned sliding up from the covers. "In that case I will make you exercise before dinner." He taunted the other by stretching giving him a firm view of his backside before standing again and leaving the room.

the bare-assed tease worked and he only waited for the other to slip out of the room before quickly following. his prize however wasn't so easy to be had for as soon as he crossed the doorway himself he realized this was a game of seek and he had just given pyce time enough to hide. grinning all the same he opened his mouth, "come out, come out, wherever you are. i promise to eat you quicker if you give up now"

Quickly he looked around, as he felt the other move down the hall first. It gave him a few moments to find a hiding spot. He ducked behind the plant in the living room, hoping the shape would mask his own shadow and body.

pyce wasn't in the bathroom like he thought and the neglected office neither of them used was empty as well. coming back down the hall he called again to hear only silence and began searching the kitchen. it left him as much frustrated as aroused to find the other not there either though when he circled back out to the main room he quickly found the other out. grinning he spoke up one more time and slowly came towards the plant, "i guess i just cannot find you.... i will have to get my morning wood from somewhere else." by now he was nearly against the leaves and could just barely make out the other through the green, he did not stop grinning. reaching out with both hands he cupped each cheek and pressed them both together against the wood, "i wouldn't mind being a hippy for a day"

He couldn't suppress the laugh tangled in the yip that came with the surprise tug against the heavy bark. He could not think of anything wittier then fiber jokes and things along the lines of being hard. Instead he badgered the other onwards. "Go on show me." He said rocking the tree forward a little with his hips.

Even in its sarcastic tones it was unmistakable to misunderstand, like the declarations of possession, gasping, Galvin understood the meaning of the words that mingled with the fingers. Swaying a wild jungle dance once they were done playing, Ambrosia and him retired to the shower. Once they managed to get truly clean and dressed, they left sliding into the back of the Maybach. Despite the bumpy touches in the back of the car, Galvin could not help the unease Cinderella feeling in his stomach, and the ball full of Garagrins that he was about to go to.

he was in his element. entering in through the front door dressed to the nines with pyce on his arm looking hotter than a jalapeno in august he could feel envy dripping from every eye that looked his way. giving a wide canary-eating grin he sauntered with the other in tow to where his parents and sister were clustered, "mother, father, suzan~" he watched as their eyes turned then fixate on pyce, the tensing of the man's arm matched his sister's strained recognition of the one he fought with in the car all those months ago, "this is my companion for the evening, leslie. he's heard plenty about the lovely parties you throw and i thought i would bring him along"

It was a far cry from lunch, and certainly the back of the limno, and while Ambrosias arm kept him from straying out of the murmuring eyes he could not help but search the crowds seeing one red head after another like roses in a field of weeds. His eyes stopped their wandering when he heard himself being introduced and found himself on display in front of the reclusive parents and the sister. It seemed that power suited her and her brutish husband well. He smiled catching Susans eye, though his arm was extended towards the others in a proper hand shake. "Leslie Alba, it is a pleasure to finally meet the legends that fill my head. "

if he hadn't already known the other was capable of it he would have been surprised at the silky-smooth lie and false reverence. it did it's job however as his parents both relaxed slightly, his father more so than his mother and his sister let out an near-audible sigh. mindful of the possible trouble a mistep could be he moved the focus off of pyce and onto himself so he could at least make it away and into safer waters where he could be rowdier without harm

Only convenience saved him from having to retort anything as a waiter brought by a round of wine glasses, allowing him to sip while Ambrosia and his parents, bickered? Talked? It was hard to tell if the repertoire was their every day dinner lingo or if the younger Garagrin was taunting his parents and if the apparent distress was a result of snobbery or acting. It was like watching a highly jeweled beehive become agitated simply with words. He held out a glass for Ambrosia and once his hand was free he relocked his arm around the others. "Not so low, that my head does not know its place, but please I know enough about Ambrosia, I am curious about his family. I think I would like to hear the wonderful lies from the mouths that speak the truth." He said with a charming little chuckle.

like a heartbeat shared they all paused at the words pyce spoke. he was the first to recover though his mother was quick behind and offering a hasty 'excuse us' he hurriedly pulled pyce away