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Mateo smirked at the sound of El Tieso. "You really like him, do you?"
KT nodded. "Oh god yes! He's absolutely perfect. I can't imagine anyone who can move with such ease!" "You must not be so much of a fan if you can't pick out his ease just anywhere." "What do you mean?" KT frowned, insulted his adulation of El Tieso would be questioned. "I do too!" "Obviously not since you're sitting at the table with El Tieso." |
KT's immediate reaction to Mateo's accusation that he couldn't spot out who was perhaps the most perfect being on earth was laughter. "Okay, look...you're good looking and all. I'll give you that. But you? You're El Tieso? You have no proof!
"I haven't seen the guy in person since I was eight...but I've followed him on the media in every way possible. You're insulting him by saying you're him!" ((OOC: I hope he gets shot for speaking such blasphemy :D)) |
Mateo rolled his eyes."How is it not obvious I'm him. You must have a terrible television if you can't tell that this is the same face."
"It's hardly the same. Especially the hair. El Tieso's is so cool and slick." KT smirked as he thought of how soft it must feel, always wanted to run his fingers through it. "Your hair is ...." KT moved his hands all around his head to mimic Mateo's wavey hair. Mateo rose from the table. He has to prove his point now, especially after the insult on his pride. He walked to the bathroom and ran his hands under the water. He slicked his hair back the way he does for his bullfights. Once his waves were slicked and drenched with water, Mateo wwent back to the table to KT. |
KT's jaw dropped at the sight. "There's no way," he mumbled. "No way at all...How can...?" He rose, confused. How was this even possible? El Tieso...here! Of all places!
Before he could question him further, the greatest thought at the moment hit him. "I slept with El Tieso...." *** Morgan felt through his long hair. Models flounced along the runway, donning his newest fashion line. Reviewers were praising him for setting the standard for other designers. Magazines were begging for interviews. Part of the reason wouldn't be for his own company, it would be for his ties to the other prestigious Li's. Both that fact and his disappointment in the clothing themselves made him frown. Rising, he decided he needed a vacation. Where hadn't he been to in awhile? Would Nigel actually come along? Ever since he moved from his simple flower shop to fashion, Nigel chose to blend into the background, shying away from all the attention Morgan was gaining. Their conversations were shortening. Their meetings were infrequent. But God...did Morgan love him nevertheless! South of the border seemed like a nice destination. They could drive together, stay at motels and away from the flashing cameras characteristic of the paparazzi's pursuits. He smiled. He liked the idea of something simple, unlike the rest of his family wallowing in the glitz of their wealth. |
Mateo smirked at KT. "You certainly did." The boys pure amazement with him made him even more attractive to Mateo than he had been before. No, he didn't want to admit the arousing feeling KT gave him. That loud and egocentric BOY.
"Come to my suite and he'll have you again." Curses, fate always had a way of altering Mateo's set ways. |
KT smirked. He went with him with little persuasion. El Tieso was his obsession since the day the grace and power of the young matador captivated his senses. Obsession was transforming into lust.
*** Morgan was disappointed. He fingered through the long locks of his rose colored hair. Nigel backed out of the proposed vacation. So he was on a flight to Mexico alone. He sighed, tilting his head back. He was lonely... |
Bobby White walked 10 steps ahead of his traveling companion. He couldn't be seen with something so poor after all, only behind closed doors was that acceptable.
Rafaga was directed to count the steps to make sure he was a certain distance from Bobby at all times. He understood his boyfriend had certain obligations to the entire world to be perfect and Rafaga was certainly not perfect! He sighed, in his mind he was certainly sexier than the other people Bobby kept at his side. He ran his hand through his hair. Oh well, it didn't matter as long as Bobby was his in the bedroom where it really counted. Bobby glanced back at Rafaga. "Go get me a magazine to read on the car ride there." "You'll have to give me money." Rafaga smirked in response. Money could be put down the front of his pants, the way he liked it best. Bobby merely rolled his eyes in response and walked on ahead. The violet haired teenager shrugged his shoulders. That would mean he'd have to steal it. No problem. Rafaga walked to the magazine stand across the way and went inside. "Let's see the selection." His eyes glanced over all the options till it fell on a magazine marked for adult ladies only. A gorgeous man donned the front of the cover. Rafaga picked it up and opened the censor wrapping. He started thumbing through it smirking and offering a small hello to the pictures inside. It was only natural he'd compare himself to the ones on the page. Who was better looking than him?! Noone (but Bobby)! Not even these people in the magazine. The sudden flash of pink in his side vision caught his eye. Blinding. Crimson eyes glanced up from the magazine to look at what was wearing the pink skirt. No...not a skirt. It was...hair. His eyes traveled up the shimmering long locks. Oh god, how he was crazy about gorgeous hair. Rafaga couldn't help but stare at Morgan while he took in all of him. |
Morgan looked over the map he had purchased of the area. He had decided not to take a taxi to the nearest hotel. Instead, he wanted to experience the city on foot. Slung on his shoulder was his small bag of spare clothing and supplies for his trip.
When the wind blew, it made his hair flow with it. With the rubber band he got with the map, he used it to tie his hair. He knew it was bad for his hair, but he needed something for the time being. There was not enough time to sift through his travel bag. Even with his hair up, he looked feminine. His body was androgynous. His family despised those qualities. Mainly his homosexuality... |
Rafaga had followed the pink haired angel out of the airport. Buying Bobby a magazine didn't have as much importance in his mind as following that head of hair. Rafaga cringed when Morgan took the rubber band from the paper and put his hair up with it. That was a sin against God like no other. The thought of his hair breaking as the rubber twisted around it made him cringe. Rafaga walked over to Morgan. He knew hardly any English so his speech was in his broken English that he'd picked up. "Stop this." Rafaga reached up and took the rubber band out of Morgan's hair gently so as not to create even more damage.
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Morgan's long locks tumbled down from the clutches of the rubber band. His violet eyes met with Rafaga's crimson ones.
"Ah...I'm...sorry," he murmured, getting a little lost in his exotic looks. Deep violet bangs, tanned skin...And there was a scent in the air. Was it a new cologne? He blushed and swallowed hard, unable to say more. (Rafaga is so hot...) |
Rafaga ran his fingers through Morgan's tresses. "So beautiful." All of Rafaga's attention was on Morgan's hair. When he finally managed to peel his eyes off of it, he looked into Morgan's. "Never again, alright?" With a smirk he continued. "Where are you headed?" His hand reached up and touched Morgan's cheek. He continued his sentence in spanish since the English he knew was thinning down. "Someone like you shouldn't be alone."
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Morgan smiled, the blush darkening and his heart racing. "I...won't..." The smirk made him hold his breath for just a moment. He just looked so good...
"I'm...this hotel..." he said in Spanish, showing Rafaga the flier he had. It was the most expensive one in the area and a lavish resort. The reviews made it look promising for those of his social structure. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind a locale location...more...reflective of the culture..." Morgan was rambling and his eyes dropped out of embarrassment. But what he looked at made him stumble more. |
Rafaga was thrilled Morgan was so fluent in Spanish. If possible, he'd love to teach him more vulgar spanish phrases to call out while he pleasured him. He didn't let his mind drift off to those thoughts, he had to snag the prize before he could play with it.
He glanced at the flyer when the vibrant Morgan flashed it to him. Rafaga's eyes widdened. "This? This is so expensive.." Morgan nodded, money was no worry to him. "Like I said, I wouldn't mind getting a more native outlook." Rafaga nodded. He contemplated where he could take Morgan to show him the true side of this town, without scaring him back to where he came from. "Come with me and I'll show you where I work." The bar would be a perfect place to take him. There was dancing, food, and drinks. The atmosphere was slightly rough, but he was there to keep him safe. Being slightly scared and clinging onto him would be hot. "My name is Rafaga, what's yours?" |
"Rafaga," Morgan mimicked, smiling at him. "My name is Morgan."
As the two walked off toward the bar, Bobby White stopped to yell at Rafaga for taking so long only to discover him no where in sight. "Damn Mexicans. They're all the same," he muttered, his blue eyes flashing beneath his golden blond bangs. Such a beautiful face with such a twisted expression... |
Rafaga led Morgan inside the bar, he held the door open. Immediately people turned their eyes towards the two who entered. Rafaga noticed the interest immediately go to Morgan's gorgeous features. Rafaga put his arm around Morgan's waist in order to show everyone that he was claimed as his already.
Morgan's cheeks flushed yet again from the physical contact. It felt so good. The pair sat down at a table. "What do you drink?" "Water, please." Morgan replied. Rafaga laughed slightly. "No, no. You'll have the specialty." He ordered them tequila and limes. "You'll like this, Morgan." |
Morgan leaned against the table toward Rafaga, smiling some as he moved some of his hair behind his ear. "Alright, I believe you," he said with a chuckle.
Curiosity made him prod for more information on Rafaga. "Tell me about yourself." |
Rafaga hated this type of question. What was there to tell someone who must be so traveled. "About me, well I'm a hairstylist."
Morgan smiled. "Really? That explains the knowledge of hair. " "That and it's a personal fetish of mine. I'd much rather hear about your life Morgan. |
Morgan smiled. "I design clothing. I wanted to take a vacation because I wasn't...inspired." Looking at Rafaga...perhaps he would be now. His mind was already shaping what he could wrap him up in. But more...what he could get off.
The drinks arrived and Morgan looked at it with interest, waiting for Rafaga's instructions. |
Rafaga smirked some. "Clothes, I'm not so interested in those. I prefer the naked form God put us here with." He reached for his tequila glass and demonstrated the proper way to down it and lick the salt then suck the lime slice.
Morgan laughed lightly, he watched Rafaga's lips as he spoke and took the drink. "If only we could get away with walking around like that." He was sure he could make Rafaga enjoy clothes. As it was, that outfit Rafaga was wearing barely covered anything except for his legs. Morgan followed the pattern Rafaga had in downing the drink. He made a face at the sour liquid which caused Rafaga to laugh. Morgan flushed when Rafaga reached his hand out to stroke over his cheek. "Maybe you're too sweet for something this strong." |
Morgan had heard one of two things about himself almost all his life. Either he was the good boy, or the gay boy. Neither was really that satisfactory to his family. Not in a family of businessmen. Feeling a little mischievous, he leaned toward Rafaga and smirked.
"Maybe I'm really naughty..." he said in a low voice. |
Rafaga glanced over Morgan's perfect features. Those deep violet eyes, full lips, pale skin. There was no way Morgan could be naughty in any sense. Unless.......well he did lean in, and those full lips shimmered with gloss. It made them so irresistable. The Mexican's lips brushed against Morgan's before developing it into a full tantalizing kiss.
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Morgan returned it. He savored the attention and moaned just slightly to express how excited he was to receive it. A hand lightly felt over Rafaga's cheek and through his hair. There was something so arousing about falling for someone he just met.
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Rafaga parted his lips to mm. The taste of Morgan's lips was absolutely delicious. "Would you like to dance?" He motioned to the few couples dancing together in a wide area. Rafaga stood and offered his hand to Morgan.
Morgan smiled at him. "I'd love to, but you'll have to show me how to dance this way." "I think you'll be a natural at it." |
Taking Rafaga's hand, the rose haired boy stood and moved closer to him. "You have a lot of faith in me..." He flushed as his arms wrapped around him. The intimacy was flattering and thrilling the spoiled rich boy. He moved to hold him, taking interest in feeling over Rafaga's shoulders. Morgan smiled in response to his playful smirk, the blush growing darker.
He was feeling a little faint from the excitement he was experiencing. |
The couple swayed to the music as they held each other as close as possible. Rafaga was glad a slow song had started once they were ready to begin dancing. His lips drew close to Morgan's ear to whisper how gorgeous he was to him.
Morgan could feel their forms fit so close to one another, like they were meant to be against one another. His thoughts were brought back to reality when another whisper came into his ear* "Would you let me help you pick out your hotel?" |
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