that galvin was going on vacation and taking ambrosia with him was new news and he did not know what to say. keeping his mouth closed he moved to grab he man's iv and stick it back in though he had to be careful of the dog and put it in the other side. when it was in he did a quick look-over at the man's wounds and finding then to be alright quickly left the room

He woke, this time not to an empty room but to the weight of his dog breathing heavily on his chest and the IV being resupplied into his arm. His head felt heavy and he could not shake the feeling he could hear a radio show.

he flinched as the other woke while he was fixing the needle once more. "the dog really needs to sleep on the floor until you are better. the iv keeps coming loose, this is the second time today i have had to reattach it." pulling the tape free he pulled it back out and set it up on the rack. "though for now i recommend real food, you have slept for nearly three days now"

He sprang up too quickly but kept it from showing. "Am I allowed to walk?" Three days in bed did not sit well with him. Not for what he deemed a minor injury.

shocked he fell backwards and the dog barked once. "uh, uh... galvin pyce sit back down!"

He looked at the man trying to tame his dog and pushed aside his blankets. With a sharp whistle he called his bouncing dog to his side and they both joviality moved to the living room.

when he was soundly ignored by the now-dancing man he lost his tongue and meekly followed them both into the livingroom to at least make sure is something did go wrong he could fix it right away

Against the doctors advice, Galvin spent the last three days getting himself back into shape. By Friday, all of his affairs were in order. His parents were aware of him leaving for business. His dog was with his brother, and his manager could do nothing about his absence. He felt in high spirits standing in the night, periodically checking his watch as the countdown to the vacation was nearing Zero.

if the day could have gotten any worse it would have already done so, cirro was surprisingly surly about it to the point where he actually mentioned his displeasure though it was wrapped in the benign selfless passivity most of the man's thoughts were in that made it so hard to gauge him. susan was pissed as well, maia had chosen a new 'favorite' and with him gone she'd be left to the jackals. worst of all of it though was his brother, the bastard was still high in his corporate tower but had the mind to notice his little brother just long enough for a shady phonecall requesting a detour to brest to deliver something to one of the man's whores. he didn't even bother asking what could be so important his brother couldn't just put a stamp on it. huffing a self-pitying sigh he looked at his watch, twenty-two minutes late. he made a phonecall

It was the second time he had ever received a call from that number and found it alarming that their meeting spot had been changed. Gathering his things he caught a taxi over to the airport.

even with the much shorter drive he was still late to the airport and ended up having to take his work computer with him which he knew pyce would not be pleased with but he only had two days a week for work and it was a week's worth of work. he grimaced. at least the man was getting his holiday

(he will be there and getting on the plane sweetie though he will be dressed in a rumpled suit with the jacket missing and the tie almost off)

He arrived he was pushed up the stairs following behind his lover. The man seemed preoccupied with something and Galvin found himself falling into silence observing the disheveled man. Idly he leaned across the seat attempting to peer down into the computer screen. Instead he slipped his head between the warm thighs, and when the other dismissively commented and continued typing, Galvin set his mouth to work.

to his credit he did not misstroke when pyce unzipped him and took him eagerly though his stroke was halved as the skilled tongue did it's best to distract him from his work

The strokes started to slow down and Galvin could not help but be amused. He let himself work pausing only not to choke during take off. Once the plane leveled out Galvin continued. He added a bit of teeth along the rounded edge. Feeling his lovers body get into the mood, Galvin started to humm.

he ignored the teeth the best he could but when pyce started to hum he jammed his fingers on the keys and half slamming it closed pushed it to the side. "fucking fuck!"

The explosive exclaims caught Galvins attention. He did not move his lips however his eyes gazed up to meet Ambrosias, along with a curious brow.

reaching out he tangled a hand in the curly mass of pyce's hair. "for the love of god don't you dare stop after a stunt like that you damn cheater"

The curious brows were replaced with bemused ones as Galvin gracefully slid from between Ambrosia's legs. Slipping a finger beneath the hem of his pants he exposed his rear, twisting so that he could melt comfortably onto his lover. "Cheaters are only cheaters if they get caught." He said before taking the lips and letting his hips pick up the slack.

he couldn't call the man an idiot for the stupid comment with his mouth occupied by those cheating lips and so resting his hands on either thigh he let his dick speak for him

It was as if they had never left the back of the Maybach. The plane had more room for the sounds of their love making to echo upon, but it felt just as invigorating on his limbs. His own body convulse clenching and drawing the succulent juices from the other. He rested his head in a sedated rest on Ambrosia's shoulder. Idly his lips sporadically found places of freckled flesh to kiss. "You can continue typing now, but once he land you are all mine."

turning to catch the man's ear he gave a light nibble before answering. "or, i can fuck you until you pass out and finish my work in peace with no risk of you interrupting me again when you get bored"

Galvin felt his lover make his point. In retribution his kiss turned into a little nibble. "I do not think you could rise to the challenge."

as it turned out he could and though it took seventy-two minutes by his watch he was assured that he could finish his work in peace with time enough to spare figuring out what the hell he was muling for that asshole and why he was the one doing it

He woke, curled among thick blankets with his head resting softly against a pillow. Beyond the silhouette of his lover, Galvin could see the curtains rise and fall, carrying the smell of the sea salt with it. Slowly he rose, not sure if he was in an hallucination caused by to much sex. Silently he made his way to the open windows.

he was pulled from his light doze by the feel of pyce moving from the spot he was haphazardly laid a couple of hours ago and cracking an eye watched as the other moved, almost dazedly towards the balcony like a moth under the hypnotizing glare of a flame. when he had given the man a minute to appriciate he rose from the bed as well and followed

The dejavu set in as the other pressed himself against Galvins body. It formed a small knowing smile on his lips. He bent himself, pressing into the body behind him. "This time you will have to feed me first." He said twisting so that his hands could grab the other by the chin. He pulled it until it rest on his shoulder, and for a moment he ate the sight of the world with the man he called lover.

looking out where he was directed he could see the lights shining over brest and smiled though not because the lights or the buildings or even the dusky sky overhead. "i am afraid i have no liquer and no cheese, you will have to find some other drunk to feed you"

Galvin took in one last view before twisting around to meet his lovers gaze. In one swift movement his body had slid on top of the metal and was now resting comfortably. He kicked one leg out wrapping it around Ambrosias waist to draw him closer. “Thats good, I can not live off wine and cheese. I need steak.” He found himself laughing. "If you are too drunk to feed me, I am sober enough to cook for you."

the smile became a grin. "even if i were and you were willing there are no parents here to distract us, i say we fly this bird's nest and eat somewhere nice, you may even have steak"

Galvins amused smile soon turned into a laugh. "Then take me to the shower you rebel you." He leaned forward and gave Ambrosia a kiss. "But only after the rest of the sun rise." He twisted his head watching the orange unveil the sands of the beach below.

he had to admit it was surprisingly nice to look at though it was not until the shower that he was able to start enjoying his vacation and pulling the still wet pyce out of the with kisses and promises of beef managed to get dressed without too much delay and downstairs to see what was open on a friday morning in france

It smelled of sea, and to Galvins surprise it was not unlike their home harbor city with the exception of rich history and tourism that seemed to cloak the area. Out in the open his legs took him to the first set of shops near the hotel, and he peered into the window. “<You will have to get something lovely for Cirro. I am sure there is some knot he would treasure.>”

he was honestly surprised to hear fluent french from the man and quirking a brow peered into the window as well. "<i did not realize you spoke french, beautifully too>"

He laughed, surprised that the other spoke french as well. "<There are many things you do not know about, but it is like wise.>" He turned from the window and looked around. "<Perhaps you will never know them.>" He teased.

he grinned at that, "you do not understand, i can find out anything about you i please and have no qualms doing so"

He snorted angrily walking to another window to peer at its goods. "Good luck finding the truth." As he stared he realize it was better this way. Let the man find out his information through extensive networks. They would never have to be close.

the next half hour was filled with silence and though he normally minded this time was different. walking down a small avenue too narrow for cars they passed an inconspicuous shop that smelled strongly of coffee and grabbing pyce by the arm pushed him in

The pull tugged him out of his thoughts and into a confrontation with a cheery blonde, that had had to much coffee already. She sat them in the outdoor seating. They were abandoned with a basket of baguettes with garlic butter, a menu and a pot of steaming tea. “Have you been here before?” Galvin said helping himself to some tea. His throat had not fully recovered from the flight.

picking up a roll and a knife he buttered himself a bite to eat while he waited for pyce to pick something. "to brest? a few times, to this place? no, i have never been but i can follow my nose well enough"

The words came out of his mouth before he could stop himself. "Good dog." He was saved any retort, by the waitresses return. He found a nice little steak croque monsieur for himself and Ambrosia merely mimicked his order. Galvin snagged himself a piece of bread. “What were you doing on the plane?”