he followed pyce down until the other was pressed against his knees and he was bent enough that there was a space between them for the other to wrangle his legs up lifting his shirt and pinch his waist. it allowed him a better angle to rock but did little to help him breathe and moving his right hand to tangle in pyce's hair he tilted his head so that there was more room and this time broke skin

he woke to the sound of the door opening with a full belly and a pounding ache that took up all of his body from his scalp to his toes. cracking an eye to the ceiling he did not hear the doctor but instead the thudding of the dog who quickly jumped into the bed. ignoring the sound from pyce he managed to sit upright through the ache only to be met with a closing door. he could guess who it was

He grunted as his face was assaulted and rolling towards the light he pushed his beast away to find another one with breath lingering of wine. To that one he gave a grin, while he lazily touched the pooches head. He reached up and pulled the man down into a kiss. Drifting heavily between the realm of sleep and awareness, he slid out of the bed and hobbled clumsily into the bathroom.

he found his phone while pyce was taking a piss and made the call to the doctor. by the time the other was gimping back out he was already up and waiting for his turn and giving a tired grin offered a pinch to one plump cheek before going himself. he wasn't surprised pyce was already asleep when he got out and crawling back into bed he snuggled close to the other man and tried to get a little more sleep before the doctor came

It was starting to get that he never noticed when both the doctor arrived and when the device was hooked into his arm. Being rehydrated did work wonders for the last effect of the wine. He found his neck bandaged. It was strange the other was dressed but lackadaisically drapped over his body. Galvin ventured out a stroke agains the pale side, feeling a long bandage before scooting closer into the chest. He regretfully was well enough to go to work, but he lingered in the warm embrace.

he would have slept but between the itch at his side and the wakeful pyce at his side he knew it wouldn't happen. with his eyes closed he let his arm burrow under the other and grace the man's hip, "today sucks, i'm not going to work"

He was still very lucid from the mixture of things pumping into him. But if his walk to the bath room told him anything it was that he could not service anything to night least of all a metal pole and a drink. He let one of his legs twist over Ambrosias. "I guess some one has to stay home and take care of you." he said through a raspy voice. Twisting his head upwards he offered the chin a kiss.

they both knew the half-offer was bullshit but he did not care since he wanted pyce to stay anyway, the man had drunk so much more than he and his own head felt like a club for ping-pong balls. giving a hum of agreement he found a limp warm hand, <i would like that>

(in about three or so hours he will be starving and bored out of his mind so food and paperwork for him XD)

There was a warm feeling as he slipped another kiss in. It made him really want to do what he promised for Ambrosia, though his hand only closed around the others fingers before falling back into his dreams. When he woke it was too the rustle of papers and the smell of some take out filled him. Pushing himself up off the blankets he could not help the grin on his face. "How am I suppose to fulfill my promises if you do it for me?" He looked around but found his pillow was better for his throbbing skull.

he had not expected pyce to be up for a while and so was not prepared when the other woke, luckily though it was cold he still had some crab rangoon and pulling one in half offered it to the other while he was still speaking. he waited until the food was in pyce's mouth before he said anything, "morgan is getting paid double to cover you tonight and has earned a lovely three-day paid vacation for the beginning of february, that is what it took to have you take yesterday and today off. seems you had newyears off already so at least i didn't have to give him any first-born, i think it's time for our little russian girl to get a raise or an assistant one"

He tried to talk through his stuffed mouth but soon actually swollowed. "Morgan is franch or so I thought the Darulins were and we can put out the want add for an assistant as soon as he is willing to hold the interviews." He refused any more of the fried mush and managed to push himself off Ambrosia. "And yes I put in for new years. I do not want ring in the new year at the club." He was surprised he made it to the bathroom with out the other in pursuit and was even able to get in a quick wash. Galvin found a fresh pair of boxers before going to the kitchen to make real food.

he had worked his way through two more paylogs by the time pyce came back with with some scrambled eggs. he wrinkled his nose as the other gamely limped back into bed, "how can you eat that shit?"

He eyed Ambrosia. Stirring around the remains of his omelet he took a fork full and ate some. "The same way I eat everything, and no the area between my legs have nothing to do with it." He slid on to the bed but not before distracting his dog with a corner of bacon. "Since I am off New years did you want to go out of the country? Or at the very least out of state?"

he chalked the lameness of the reply up to galvin being tired and so ignored it, instead he put down his pen and stole a bit of the bacon as well, "actually i was thinking of asking my favorite whore to my least favorite party. i figure you can ruffle a few feathers and i may not die of boredom and floosies trying to steal kisses in dark corners"

"Are you sure you want A Pryce at this party? Taking away the families favorite red head from the little old investors?" He stopped eating most of the food and started offering bacon to the chewing ruby lips. "I do not think I was planning on being a whore to ring in the new year, just Galvin Pryce."

"actually," he accepted another piece and chewing quickly swallowed, "i don't think i would mind that either, the clothes won't be as much fun but people will be just as scandalized"

He wondered if he should bother to roll his eyes as he offered the other another piece. He grinned. "Does this mean that we are going to have more spontaneous sex in the middle of the room? Make another tape in the elevator? Sign peoples asses who ask for autographs?.... That does sound like fun..." He reached down and pinched Ambrosia lightly on his side..."To the Garagin.." His fingers dug below the slacks band "With love."

the rest of the day was spent eating, doing paperwork and having sex in ways that wouldn't condemn them to another day's rest. he could not help but feel quite pleased with himself that night when, after the sheets had been replaced and the food thrown out or in the refrigerator he found himself wrapped around a dozing pyce. he knew there would be a price to pay tomorrow for this day of negligence but it was worth it to have a chance to be something other than himself for a change

The next morning when he woke, the other was already propped up against his pillows with his paper work. This time when he rolled out of bed, he was sure not to tease the other and after a quick shower retreated to the living room. Before breakfast, Galvin spent his morning with his little black book. While his older clients understood the system by which his strange relation ship worked the newer ones were less amused. Schedules, and apologies made he settled in the kitchen, ruffling through the groceries his brother brought for him to make breakfast for him and Ambrosia.

when after pyce's bath he did not return to bed he grew curious and getting up himself went to find the other. as soon as he did he understood that there would be no hankypanky just yet and taking his own bath figured he would get the other when he was done

As the other drew close, Galvin cut off any embrace with a preemptive twist and letting the other try the food from his fingers. This morning they would eat before any ravishing happened. Once more he offered the other a bit of waffle with syrup. "You know this apartment does have plates other then myself?" He asked with a raise of the brow.

only offering a soft 'really now?' to the comment he took the bit of waffle and swallowing it whole started to suck on the brown digits between his lips

He feed the other one another piece, this time he smiled. ... yes, let me show you. he said taking a kiss of the sugary lips. With the lure of another bite, he turned off the stove before gathering the plate of waffles. This time he led the other to the low table and once his butt successfully slid on to its surface he fed Ambrosia again latching his feet around the others midsection as he did so.

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