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Rafaga told him the address of the jail where his father was being kept. "It's just farther south a little ways from here. Four miles or so. Do you want to walk there?"
~~ Amy looked up from her magazine and squealed at Sapphire. Everyone knew who the most famous model of their time was! "Can I have an autograph?!" Sapphire's Manager berated her for being stupid. "Don't you understand the importance of Sapphire Li seeing the doctor here? WE don't have time for your nonsnse. Page the doctor now!!" Amy frowned and pressed the button to page the optometrist. "Fine." She sat down. She opened her magazine, her friends would hear about how bitchy Sapphire Li's manager was. Aires stepped out from the back office where he was occuping himself with a sandwhich. His eyes immediately widened when they fell on Sapphire Li. Long ago he had falling head over heels in love with this model when he picked up a magazine at the airport. Here he was! In his office! Could he even manage to speak to him? |
"We can walk. Or I can get us a taxi there." Morgan held his hand nevertheless.
"I'll protect you better if we're on feet," Rafaga said with a smirk. *** Sapphire Manager approached the doctor, still leading the model along. "Quick! Do a check up! Do something! You're the doctor, right? Quick!" |
Morgan nodded as they started walking towards the jail. Rafaga's hand caught Morgan's to hold it as they walked.
~~~ Aires offerd Sapphire the chair. "What happened to him? " He was doing his best not to stare and focus on his usual procedures for checking people. |
The manager, in a frenzy for the hampered scheduled plans to resume on time, hurried to explain the details on how important it was for Sapphire to see. The redness, the watering...neither of those would be tolerated!
Sapphire just sighed and folded his hands on his abdomen. It wasn't that big of a deal... |
Aires took his tool and checked Sapphire's eyes. It all seemed like normal allergies. He beckoned the manager to leave the room. Aires wanted to be alone with Sapphire. Maybe if they were alone he could talk to him well enough for a conversation. Maybe get a date.
Once the door shut Aires looked at the tall model. "It's just allergies. Do you have medicine for them? I can give you eyedrops, but it'll keep coming back." He couldn't take his glance off Sapphire's eyes. Those violet eyes that stared back at him so comfortingly on the magazine cover. |
"It's nothing to trouble yourself over," Sapphire responded calmly. "Just allow me to stay here for awhile. My manager is just...overreacting," he said, disinterested. Looking over Aires, he was interested.
He hadn't seen red eyes in awhile. |
Aires flushed slightly from Sapphire's gaze. It was a different experience seeing him in real life rather than on paper. "You're more than welcome to stay here as long as you'd like. I never imagined you'd walk into my clinic. I'm a fan, like everyone else in the world."
Sapphire was well aware how large his fanbase was. Everywhere he went, there seemed to be an onslaught of fans and photographers. It was a mystery how they managed to get in the clinic without anyone noticing. "Your eyes are familiar. Do you have relatives here." "Familiar?" Where Aires was from everyone seemed to have brown eyes. This was the very reason he left that place. Persecution for the "freak" color. "I don't think I have relatives outside of Mexico, and I've never met anyone with red eyes before. Or violet..." Aires gave a slight smirk to him. Could this be the moment where he'd express to the man of his dreams how he made him feel? There might not be another chance. "I left Mexico because of my eye color, the freak with the red eyes. Then in the airport I saw your picture. Such a beautiful guy with amazing unique eyes. I've wanted to meet you since then. |
And now he has, Sapphire thought.
"I never thought I'd meet another person with red eyes." The model reached over and brushed aside some of Aires's hair for a clearer view of the crimson hue. "Especially with this hairstyle." He was confused. So familiar. How curious... Leaning back, he sighed. "Those pictures...they're just Photoshopped." He closed his eyes and relaxed, breathing slowly. |
Aires nearly died when Sapphire reached out and touched his hair. He'd never experienced the "take my breath away" feeling from anyone else before. Glancing over Sapphire, he contemplated another reason for the redening of his eyes. "They might be photoshopped, but I can handle photographed Sapphire staring at me. It's the real life absolutely perfect Sapphire's glance that affects me." Aires moved to the large cubbard behind them. "Why don't you use this time to take a nap?" He pulled out a blanket from the shelve and offered it to him.
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Sapphire thanked him softly as he accepted the blanket, pulling it over him before easing more into the chair to sleep. Aires stared, admiring every move. The way he breathe. The way his eyelashes lay over his cheeks. The stray hairs that framed his face.
He nearly choked on his own spit when he breathed in too deeply. |
Aires quieted himself down and went back to reading as he was before Sapphire had shown up.
~~ Rafaga walked up to the desk. He seriously hadn't visited his father in a long time. The jail was a place he didn't want to see Fernando Caluroso in. He wanted to remember times when he, his mother, and his father were together in their house. Unhappy, but at least they all had one another. Morgan let Rafaga request to see his dad. They walked in together passed the other cell mates to the last cell. Fernando Caluroso was sitting down on his cot in the corner. In his hand was the paper, the other a pencil. Apparently, he was trying to figure out the crossword puzzle unsucessfully. Rafaga smirked at him. "Papi. You've never been good at those." Fernando glanced up to see Morgan and his son standing there. "Rafaga!" He rose and tossed the contents in his hands to the side. "What brings my beautiful boy to see me?" "Papi, this Morgan. He's going to help you get out of here." |
Fernando found that hard to believe. Certainly, he had his hopes up, he thought. With how corrupt the police were, they would be swindled of what little money they had and thrown out.
"Ah, I see why you didn't want me to see your Papi," Morgan said to Rafaga, smiling at the older man. "He's gorgeous." Fernando hadn't expected him to be able to speak Spanish. He was sure he wouldn't be too equipped with the local dialect, so if there was something he wanted to say to just his son, he knew he would be able to with no worries. "I like him," he said with a smirk from behind the bars. |
Rafaga smirked. "I like him too. Papi, Morgan wants to take me to America with him. You're going to come along." He then turned his attention to his rose haired companion. Without thinking he kissed his lips. God, he'd never get enough of their touch. "Are you sure you want to do this? I'll still go if you say no. It's a lot to ask."
~~~ Mateo sat across the room from KT. He had gotten up, dressed, went for a morning job, come back, showered, dressed for work, ate, and finished the newspaper. KT still was sound asleep. The coffee in Mateo's cup was cold by this time. He set the mug aside and picked the paper up once more. Mateo rolled it up and walked to KT's side. With a swift swing he struck KT's backside with it. |
"It's not much," Morgan said quickly, without missing a beat. "Come on, we'll talk to the warden himself." Walking ahead of Rafaga, he approached a guard and requested to see the chief official of the prison.
Assuming he was a "friend" for the boss, the guard led the way and opened the door to the warden's office. The man glanced up from his phone call and set the phone down and sat up straight as Morgan and Rafaga entered the room. "I'd like to persuade you to let an inmate free." His checkbook was ready to be whipped out when the opportunity presented itself. Which would be in no time. *** Shouting out in surprise, KT shot up, his body still bare from the night before. His hair was tousled, disrupting his sight. "What---what was that for?" |
The warden riased an eyebrow. "Who would you like to set free?"
Morgan had picked up the name from Rafaga. "Fernando Caluroso." The warden let out a laugh. "Impossible. Fernando Caluroso is a convicted felon." This was his chance. Morgan reached into his pocket to take out his checkbook. "We'll pay handsomely." "Well so does Carlos." The Warden motioned the guards to lead Morgan and Rafaga out. "Carlos? Who?" Rafaga know exactly which Carlos it was. "Carlos Caluroso." Violet eyes turned to Rafaga for further explanation. Before Rafaga could give any, the two were escorted out of the office and jail completely. ~~~ Mateo smirked at KT. Lightly he let his hand feel along the bare back of the teenager in his bed. "No one could possibly need that much sleep. It's time for you to get up." KT frowned and laid down again. "No way, I'm tired still." The 6 ft 7 man leaned forward and kissed KT's shoulder. He recieved a soft moan in return. "Get up and we'll shop to buy you appropriate clothing." |
As much as he hated to admit it, there was a still spoiled child within Morgan. He was raised in the manner to quell any frustrations, he would get his way. Being told no, well, this was new to him. And it did not rest well within him. He had matured some over the years, but he was denied something he was so sure was as good as his!
Exhaling deeply once they were outside, his eyes were narrowed, revealing a pouting, upset expression. "Who does he think I am...?" *** "...Appropriate clothes?" KT repeated, propping himself up and moving his hair from his eyes as he looked at Mateo. "What's wrong with the way I dress?" |
Rafaga's eye brow lifted as he looked at the expression on Morgan's face. "Amor, it's okay. There's no need to get upset."
~~~ Mateo wrinkled his nose at the thought of what KT wore. "Your outfits look like you walk the streets at night. I'll buy you new clothes that you'll look better in." "There is nothing wrong with my clothes!" "Do you want new things or not?" |
Morgan held onto Rafaga's shirt. "We'll be back. I'll get your father." He needed to speak to a few people. The child in him HAD to have that piece of candy else he'd not be satisfied.
*** KT quieted down. "I want stuff...Just as long as I look good in it." "I don't want to be seen with a hooker. Of course you'll look good." The boy frowned and muttered. "I don't look like a hooker..." |
Rafaga moved his arms around Morgan. "You're too perfect for words." It was unsure of whether Morgan was listening or not. He seemed to be lost in his own determined thoughts. Rafaga found this so cute to see Morgan's lips in that pouted form.
~~~~ "You do." Mateo let his hand run in KT's hair. The blond highlights were glistening too much for him to resist feeling the silken strands between his fingers. "Get dressed and meet me downstairs. There's breakfast for you to grab quickly." Mateo rose from the bed and headed down to the stairs. |
Morgan hugged him and looked up. "Flight to America, now?" he asked. The plan was formulating quickly in his mind. The pout slid into a smile. He was already savoring that sweet piece of candy.
*** KT shivered slightly, feeling Mateo's hand running through his hair. He watched him rise and leave. Getting up himself, he went to wash up and dress, ready for breakfast and a new attire. "I look good in anything...I don't look like a hooker," he commented to his reflection before stepping into the shower. |
Mateo met KT downstairs. He watched him eat breakfast while he talked on the phone to his brother, Juan. KT could hear the person on the other end of the phone laughing loudly. Mateo hung up on him while he was still laughing.
"Who was that?" KT spoke with his mouth full. The frown deepened on Mateo's face. "You eat like a pig." ~~~~ Rafaga nodded at Morgan. "Yes, lets go to America." He was excited to see somewhere new, yet terrified all the same. |
KT swallowed the food hard, forcing it all down at once. "Well sorry..." he mumbled. He wanted to be coddled again, so he would behave for now. Getting up, he walked over to Mateo.
"What are you going to make me wear?" *** Morgan boarded the private jet, his hand clasped onto Rafaga's the entire time. He allowed him to have the window seat to observe the view while he leaned his head against Rafaga's shoulder. "Excited?" he asked with a smile. |
Mateo hadn't really thought about it. "I suppose you don't wear suits. You can have one at least. The rest you can pick out yourself as long as it comes from somewhere decent and covers things."
Kt smirked slightly. "What a travesty for the world not to see my perfection." Mateo rolled his eyes and stood up. "We're leaving now." ~~~ Aires didn't want to disturb Sapphire, but the manager outside was becoming persistant. "Sapphire." Aires shook him just slightly. "Your manager wants you." ~~~ "I'm very excited." Rafaga felt along Morgan's leg. He was so fascinated with the lavish private jet. Not even Bobby White had his own jet. "I can take you sight seeing." "I'm not interested in seeing America. Show me your bedroom and I'm set." |
KT felt over the interior of the Ferrari. God...every time he was in it, he was thrilled. He kept stealing glances at Mateo. El Tieso. He was with El Tieso himself. Smirking, he felt good. Proud!
Proud of how damn good he looked and lured the glorious matador to him. Yes. *** Sapphire opened his eyes, adjusting to his environment slowly. He was confused, his guard down to the point that it was nonexistent. He felt vulnerable and searched for an answer. Looking at Aires with that familiar face, he gradually recalled where he was. "Okay." *** Morgan laughed. "Show you the way between my legs?" he asked with a smirk. His lips met Rafaga's before he could respond. It wasn't a long flight, and he was going to make use of every moment. |
Mateo parked at a store he thought KT would enjoy picking clothes from.
"This place looks ancient." "It's classic." Mateo stepped out of the car and headed in. ~~~ "Feel free to drop by and take a nap any time you'd like." Aires had enjoyed watching Sapphire sleep. The modelesque face had disolved to reveal the boyish peaceful features when he closed his eyes. He wanted him to come back every day just so he could watch him. The expression even lingered when Sapphire had woken up. Why did it only show when he was sleeping? Aires reached over and took one of his business cards from the case. "Here, I can open anytime for you. Maybe add a bed for you to rest on." Stupid comments, but he was desperately grasping at ways to get him back. |
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