rolling his eyes he let go of the man just long enough to pick him up and rest him half-way onto his hip, "don't get used to being carried, your fat ass is too heavy for it"

He was not used to Ambrosia on gentle cycle. He helped him to the toilet and then to the shower. The man caressed every part of his body with a cloth and the warm ministrations nearly put him back into his coma sleep. For each gentle touch he returned it with a kiss. His own aches denied him what he wanted the most. For now he simply wanted to be fed and held. Galvin wrapped sopping wet body around Ambrosia hoping he would receive just that.

he was grateful he had time to adjust to the alien feel of pyce in the corner of his mind, he would have been overwhelmed otherwise with the loud pressing din that was nearly as pertinent as his own mental voice. carrying the sopping man back to the bed he disentangled himself to have room-service bring up food. idly he wondered if pyce could hear him too or if this was something only he could feel when they touched

Galvin was ravenous, and only his current weakness and the gaze of Ambrosia kept him from reverting to a primal state where he simply used his hands to shovel as much food as he possibly could into his mouth. At least when he was not so hungry he cut a piece of the stake, twisting it in his fingers until it was dripping in sauce and offered it to the others mouth. “Thank you.” He said with a small smile on his lips.

he grinned lightly, "for what? the most fashionable incurable disease on the market today or fucking you into a twenty-four-hour coma?"

It didn't matter what the other said, when the boy could read it as snark, his body automatically took over. He stuffed the offered piece of meat into he others mouth, twisting the rue off his fingers along with it and down the side of the corner of Ambrosias lips. Pushing himself forward he sucked on the mouth were the mess was made. “You would like my dreams, they were of you.” He could not help but be cheesy. “Of you and I on the beach.” Even as it came out of his mouth, Galvin knew it was cheesy.

twisting his face so the other could reach he found a thigh, "i did not think you could dream unconscious.... what were we doing on that beach?"

Idly he reached out and picked up another cube of his steak and pushed it into the waiting mouth. His eyes meet the others but soon his fled. He toyed with the idea of a joke but the truth came tumbling out of his mouth. “I had a dream, that I was sitting on a beach, and you were made of sand, the ocean was the color of wine. You broke free from the sand and in your spot crawled out spiders made of bones and a doll...”He did not realize he was shaking. “There is more involving my brother, a wedding and us drowning in the ocean and pearl bubbles....” He stopped “I have had better dreams.” He said sleepily. “One were you were my courtesan. I told myself we were not allowed to eat Indian and have sex again because it gives me strange dreams yet here we are.” He smiled and could not help but fall on to the mans chest. He was tired, even after having slept for so long.

he didn't understand the odd rush of words but they made him feel strange and unhappy and so he said nothing to them. feeling pyce sag against him he laid the other back down. "go to sleep and tomorrow we will go to the beach, no spiders"

Galvin swallowed and rested fighting the pull into the mans arms. "Ambrosia... I do not want to have another bad dream." He twisted his head kissing the others chin. "Not for another night. Please stay with me."

he thought to deny the man but all he could think of was eva and the projected feelings and how tired he felt when he touched pyce, nodding he crawled in after the other and shoving the partially eaten meal to the side pulled the man against him. "only tonight"

He was already swimming by the time their bodies hit the cushions. Galvin closed his eyes and found himself staring a fake phosphorescent stars. The space was tiny and cluttered with memorabilia from an all too brief child hood. He trek past the valley of forgotten toys following the repetitive sound of a soft piano playing in the house. Timid hands pushed many doors in an effort to find the source of the music, and when he found it, the door gave way to a large dance studio much like the one in his parents summer home. Half of the room was bathed in sunlight. The other the familiar mirrors that graced a studio room.

The sotto affettuoso called his feet to move across the wood floor. It had been so long since he moved with the true grace of a dancer that he found himself stumbling at the slightest pirouette. Each time he failed his parents voices evaded the room, chasing away the sweet lulling tune of the piano. Chastising phrases echoed through out the room, pegging him as indulgent, the second one and eventually the banter turned into chortles and non recognition. Galvin had fallen once more exhausted in the center of the room.

A breeze lifted the veil of curtains, thrusting them to the side allowing Galvin a glimpse at the player. He saw nothing but cascading curls of rose colored locks. Picking himself up he moved closer to the ebony baby grand. Galvin noticed he did not stop playing, and when Ambrosia looked up that same smug smile had fixed itself permanently on his face. Out of anger Galvin did not hit the man, instead the struck a cord, the C note in the center of the bed of keys. It crashed through the room like a deafening thunder. When string stop ringing and the room was left in silence Galvin took a seat beside Ambrosia. He laid one and over the others stilled fingers, noting with amusement how much they were like the piano. They were the mixture of black and white keys that while could create something harmonious and beautiful, could also create discord. His chest felt like it was being punched. Galvin turned blinking into the others red eyes. “I want to tell you I will never be able to kill you. That I care for you, and that Saturday is the only night that I find myself living for.” he reached up and pushed aside a curl noticing his arm was cloaked in mesh. “I am jealous of Cirro and Eva...” His voice was barely above a whisper yet it seemed louder than scream. “I love you....”He kissed the porcelain freckled man but all of that is more then you will allow.” Galvins voice had fallen back into a soft whisper.

he woke with a start and taking a deep breath tried to relax. already the details were fading to a missed chord and a handful of keys under mesh-covered hands. freeing himself from the tangle he left the bed for something to drink

Galvin rolled over momentarily threatening to come away from his sleep but he did not. He curled into the spot where the others body used to be.

he felt better after a shower and was on the phone finalizing the last part of the club's new look with the decorating contractor when pyce woke again. finishing the transaction he ended the call to lay with the man. "you have slept away most of our vacation, you owe me beach time"

An idle hand pushed at the pale body. "You should not aim to fuck my brains out, they make the rest of my body function." He say laying with a smile. Shaking his head he pushed himself off the blankets. "Lets go then."