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Jet rubbed Miguel's back. "Let me get you an ice pack for that." He rushed into the nearest convenient store to buy one, handing over his credit card for such a cheap purchase. He had no dollar bills. Nothing under a fifty occupied his wallet. Returning to Miguel, he pressed it against his wounded jaw. "I am so sorry..." He looked over his face, still wondering where he had seen him before... |
Miguel smirked as he laid his hand on Jet's, relenquishing his hold on the ice pack. He held it against his own cheek. "I'll be alright. It's not your fault. I'm glad to have saved someone as gorgeous as you, it would have been a shame to ruin such a perfect face."
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Jet stared back, somewhat flushed. He hadn't expected him to hit on him. "Thanks...um...What's your name?" He smirked. "Miguel." "Mih---ah." The lawyer hadn't heard the Spanish accent upon the name correctly at first. "It's nice to meet you, Miguel," he said, fumbling at the pronunciation of his name. |
Miguel smirked at the way Jet said his name. It was so cute, and he would love to teach him other words in his native tongue.
"What is your name?" "My name is Jet." Miguel repeated it softly. "I love your name. It's reminds me of the color of your hair, jet black." He reached up to touch Jet's hair slowly. |
Jet smiled in response. He had been made fun of as a youth for having such an odd name. To be told it was nice was quite flattering. "Ah, can I get you lunch or something? To show my appreciation?" There was no way the ice bag could be enough! |
Miguel nodded his head and smirked. His jaw was perfectly fine, but this was kind of like a date! He'd do it! "Sounds great."
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Jet led the way to a restaurant he fancied. It wasn't quite as prestigious as the ones his cousins would dine at. He was far more humble in nature. Miguel tried to walk slowly, pretending to be occupied with icing his jaw. In reality, his goal was to watch those two cheeks move smoothly... The lights were a little dim in the restaurant. Jet usually sat in the far left of the place. He liked the view of the pianist who would play every now and then. After the waiter brought them drinks, the lawyer informed him that he could order anything he liked. Morgan was seated in the right of the restaurant with his hand clasped firmly in Rafaga's. Fernando sat across from them. "Anything you want to eat, Papi. It's on me." "I'll eat you up," Fernando said with a chuckle. "Or...if it's on you..." "Papi!" Rafaga cried, eyes widened. Morgan was his! |
Miguel smirked at Jet as he sipped the drink he ordered. Jet was far too gorgeous to be single. He glanced down at his ring finger to see if any ring sat there to claim him for someone else. None! Lucky!
"So Jet, I'd love to know why you carry that brief case all over. What do you do for a living?" "I'm a lawyer." The way Miguel looked at him made his cheeks flush all on his own. It was such a heavy stare that undressed him. "Lawyer, impressive." Jet nodded. "I suppose. What about you?" Miguel smirked, happy to tell him. "I'm a jack of all trades, but right now I pose for the covers of erotic novels." ~~~~~ Fernando got a kick out of seeing Rafaga flustered over Morgan. It was obvious the violet haired boy had fallen for him hard. It was in Rafaga's nature to take to someone and let his emotions run wild. Fernando tilted his head to the side, where exactly was Bobby White? [/color][/b] |
Jet stared at Miguel. It all made sense now. His cheeks flushed a darker shade, and his rich violet eyes turned down to the table. "What is it?" "N-nothing." "Does it bother you?" "Well, no. It's just...you seemed familiar and..." Miguel smirked broadly. *** "You're so cute," Morgan said, letting his lips brush up against the flustered Rafaga's cheek. "Not cute...sexy," he mumbled. "No, I think cute and adorable describes you so well. Now your Papi...that's sexy," Morgan teased. |
Miguel smirked at Jet. "So that's what you're into hm?"
Jet immediately shook his head. "No, no, it's just that I go to the book store a lot and that section is right in the middle of the store." "Mmmhm. Which book is your favorite?" "I don't read them." "I don't buy that." Miguel leaned forward, keeping that same smirk on his face. "You want to pose with me?" ~~~ Rafaga nudged Morgan. "He's an old man, things dont' work properly when you're that old." Fernando, of course, had to protest that remark with accounts of how well his body is doing. When he was finished with his stories Rafaga had regretted bringing the subject up. He wanted his father to be happy, and it was two years since his mother had died. Yet, in his head he still longed for a perfect family. He especially didnt' want to think about Fernando's affairs on his mother. Surly the numbers were vast and endless. |
Jet flushed a brilliant red. He had been an avid reader of the romance novels. And he had...imagined the people on the cover to be those interacting in the books. He swallowed hard, watching Miguel come closer. "Pose?" *** Morgan felt over Rafaga's hand as he held it. Smiling at the stories, he was quite flushed when Fernando was done with the account. "My my...I have little to worry about with you then when we grow old together," he teased, looking at Rafaga. He noticed his upset expression and softened his voice. "What's wrong, sugar?" |
Miguel nodded and reached out to glide his fingers idly along Jet's hand. "Sure, we can go to a little photo place and take pictures together so you'll always have them. I bet I could get you on the cover of a book with me too. You're a very beautiful man."
~~~ Rafaga smiled at Morgan then kissed his cheek lightly. "Nothing, I think I ate way too much. I'm not used to it. I'm going to wash my face." He stood up from the table and excused himself to go to the bathroom. Fernando watched Rafaga's backside as he walked. When he was certain he was out of ear's reach he turned his gaze to Morgan. "He's such a sensitive boy. I forget sometimes." "What do you mean, Papi?" "His mother died when he was 14 almost 15, and it wasn't on well terms that we all parted." "That's terrible." Fernando nodded his head, he didnt' think now was the right time to tell him how his mother died. "He'll probably tell you, but he was so attached to that woman. She was his only friend until he was 14. That's when hormones kicked in and he got a boyfriend. Few months later she died. Gave him hell about not loving her enough. " He rolled his eyes as he recalled getting the same speech from her himself. "I shouldn't have married her, but what are you going to do? I shouldnt' have knocked her up in the first place." He picked his drink up and sipped from it. "If I had known she sold the first one I wouldn't have stayed." |
Jet flushed even more, turning his eyes to the table. He was nothing like his cousin, the model Sapphire who was beautiful for a profession. Neither was he as glamorous as Morgan who was made for the spotlight. Instead, he occupied two places: the library and the gym. The first was for his work and research. The second was to eliminate the stresses gathered from a long day at the office. Pose for a book? What would Li Corp think? "Maybe...just for a gag..." Miguel found him so shy. It was almost...cute. *** Morgan leaned in. "Wait...Rafaga has a brother?" He pictured someone wandering the world with the same face and body. "Does he know?" |
Miguel reached to Jet's plate and stole a piece of broccoli. He ate it as he watched Jet. "Sounds perfect. I can't wait to make love to the camera with you."
~~~ "Yes, he does." Fernando reached out to feel his hand through Morgan's hair since he was so close to him. Like his son, the temptation to touch the rose colored locks was too great to resist. "He doesn't know, he left the house by the time she was spilling her guts out." He paused a moment and frowned. Bad choice of words on his part. |
It felt so scandalous to be even thinking about posing before a camera...with another man. With a famous face, no less. It excited him. He wasn't used to doing such...naughty things. "I hope this never gets out...though." He ate slowly. *** Morgan nodded. "Would you like to find your son? I could help." |
Fernando shook his head no. "No, no I couldn't ask you for that big a favor. You've already done so much."
Morgan took the older man's hand in his own and felt over it with his petal soft fingers. "Papi, it's no trouble at all. I want to help." Fernando raised a brow and pouted his lips some as he thought it over. His "thinking face", as his brother Enrique put it. This face showed up the least out of all Fernando's expressions. "I don't know much about him other than he was adopted by some French people." |
"Any information helps. If he looks like you...that's definitely the biggest help to finding him." Morgan smiled. It was genuinely good, unlike the others loaded with sensuality or mischief. He had grown to love Rafaga so quickly he spiraled out of control on all matters regarding him. There was little time to think, just react. Perhaps it had a lot to do with the passion that eminated from their relationship. Jet rose from the table once he paid the bill. He noticed quickly the rose colored hair. Raising a brow, he stopped from his departure with Miguel to look closer. "Morgan?" His head turned in response. "Well well...if it isn't the little bookworm." Jet noticed Morgan's hands holding Fernando's. He swallowed, hoping he wasn't interrupting something...whatever it was. |
Miguel looked at Morgan. His eyes widened a moment.
Could it be Jet had a love interest or crush on this ..............GORGEOUS guy. Once he claimed Jet as his own, he would hint at adding Morgan to the relationship. He looked at Fernando sitting there and grinned. There was only one family he knew of with those brilliant eyes. When he saw Rafaga walking back from the bathroom Miguel was nearly giddy! "NEPHEW!" He walked over to Rafaga and hugged him tightly. "Vinny, you are just to cute! So grown up..." He moved his hand to pinch his backside playfully. |
"I'm not---" Rafaga stammered, surprised by the sudden affections. "Do you know him?" Morgan asked, smiling with interest. "I don't---" "Fine ass..." Miguel said, giving it an admiring grope. Morgan flushed, silently agreeing. |
Miguel paused a moment when his senses were filled with a smell. What was that smell exactly? It was like someone opened heaven's gates and let the smell fall to Earth. Miguel looked at Rafaga and sniffed near his neck. Viento didn't smell like that! "You're not Viento."
"No, I'm Rafaga." "You're not my nephew then." Fernando rose from his seat and smirked at Miguel. "You're related to my nephew." Rafaga sat down now that Miguel's attention was distracted. He scooted his chair close to Morgan's for protection. |
Morgans arms encircled Rafaga's neck possessively as he laid a playful kiss upon his cheek. "Mine," he whispered, blowing into his ear some. "Nephew? Then you're Viento's..." There was a pause while the wheels turned in Miguel's head. "I'm Fernando, Enrique's brother. Twin brother." |
Miguel smirked some at the thought of his Aunt's husband. "He's pretty cute. No wonder you look so much like Viento, Rafaga."
Rafaga was far too interested in returning the declaration of being Morgan's to pay Miguel attention agian. Miguel thought this would be a perfect time to introduce his arm candy. He left the table a moment to take Jet's hand and lead him over. "This is my boyfriend, Jet." |
Jet flushed. He assumed Miguel to be kidding. Dating? Why, they had just met! Morgan looked over and chuckled. "Ah, so you're Jet's first?" Miguel arched a brow. "First?" He looked at the dark haired man, wondering what had took him so long to acquire a mate. Did his penis curve to the right or something? It was so hard to believe that this well-polished and good looking young man was not some stud. The lawyer was notable for not only living in the library, but also smelling like the books he read. In college, he wore a pair of thick rimmed glasses temporarily to correct his vision. He wore the typical "nerd gear" complete with plaid and a pocket protector. He grew in a short period of time, resulting in high waters. Had Miguel seen him then...perhaps he wouldn't have wondered so much. |
Fernando leaned in closer. The idea amazed him too. If Jet had been anywhere alone with him for any given time. He definately would have been his.
Miguel nodded with a playful smirk. "Yes. Just yesterday in fact we were vacationing on my yacht when the blessed event happened." |
"Oh, how dreamy. Do you want to ride in a yacht with me, Rafaga?" Morgan's question accompanied a kiss upon his cheek. His lover paused, unsure of what a yacht was exactly. "Sure." Jet in the meantime remained flushed. Boyfriend, dating...this was so fast... "I thought we were going to take pictures?" "Pictures?" Morgan asked, looking interested once more. The lawyer nodded. "Miguel is a model." "I pose for romance novels," he answered with a smirk. |
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