We meet again Mr. Unicorn (Charlie)
Jan 29, 2016 23:19:26 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2016 23:19:26 GMT -5
What was it about this guy that got to Charlie so much? Was it the combination of physical attraction and emotional repulsion that made Grayson so… so… weird? It just threw the dancer off of his usual goofy, ridiculous ways. “Oh, well if you won’t die, then I don’t think there’s any way you’ll ever see those ‘other parts’,” he replied with an overly dramatic sniff. “I’m saving those for someone special.” And Grayson was definitely not the person he would choose off the top of his head… Nope. Who knew what his grubby hands would grab?
His cheeks flushed at Gray’s ‘not so subtle’ hint, and Charlie turned his head away, refusing to acknowledge it. It was one thing to flirt with a guy… it was a whole other thing to flirt with a guy that definitely wasn’t being at all subtle that all he wanted was Char’s body. Most guys at least pretended to be interested in other, non-physical parts of him.
Charlie still hadn’t quite grasped yet that detecting lies was actually Gray’s meta ability, but he had to grudgingly accept that he seemed pretty good at it. He rolled his eyes a little as the pervert oogled over the picture, but admittedly the dancer thought it was a pretty good shot of him too. He pulled it away after a few seconds. “Winning the lottery lucky,” he quipped. Then, after a moment, added reluctantly,”Or you can just come to one of the shows at Hammel. I don’t do a lot of heel dancing in them normally, but they allow it sometimes.” Gray was on his own to find out when the next show was, though. Char wouldn’t make it too easy for him.
The fact that Grayson was so adamant about denying Charlie’s own self-deprecating comment came as a surprise to Charlie, and it made a blush reappear on his face. “Whatever,” he replied with a soft huff, turning his head away. He probably just meant his ass, what else could he be talking about? The dancer was relieved when it was finally time to go and quickly followed after the older boy, snagging the bag when it was offered to him and taking no time to douse his hands in a few large drops of sanitizer. “You have the worst customer service I’ve ever seen,” he sniffed as they left the store, rubbing the stuff into his skin. “I should file a complaint.”
He wrinkled his nose when they started walking the same direction, and remembered that Grayson’s apartment was between here and his next stop. “Well… I guess just text me when you’re done cleaning,” he spoke as they walked, keeping a good foot of distance between them. “And maybe I’ll keep my word and come over.”
His cheeks flushed at Gray’s ‘not so subtle’ hint, and Charlie turned his head away, refusing to acknowledge it. It was one thing to flirt with a guy… it was a whole other thing to flirt with a guy that definitely wasn’t being at all subtle that all he wanted was Char’s body. Most guys at least pretended to be interested in other, non-physical parts of him.
Charlie still hadn’t quite grasped yet that detecting lies was actually Gray’s meta ability, but he had to grudgingly accept that he seemed pretty good at it. He rolled his eyes a little as the pervert oogled over the picture, but admittedly the dancer thought it was a pretty good shot of him too. He pulled it away after a few seconds. “Winning the lottery lucky,” he quipped. Then, after a moment, added reluctantly,”Or you can just come to one of the shows at Hammel. I don’t do a lot of heel dancing in them normally, but they allow it sometimes.” Gray was on his own to find out when the next show was, though. Char wouldn’t make it too easy for him.
The fact that Grayson was so adamant about denying Charlie’s own self-deprecating comment came as a surprise to Charlie, and it made a blush reappear on his face. “Whatever,” he replied with a soft huff, turning his head away. He probably just meant his ass, what else could he be talking about? The dancer was relieved when it was finally time to go and quickly followed after the older boy, snagging the bag when it was offered to him and taking no time to douse his hands in a few large drops of sanitizer. “You have the worst customer service I’ve ever seen,” he sniffed as they left the store, rubbing the stuff into his skin. “I should file a complaint.”
He wrinkled his nose when they started walking the same direction, and remembered that Grayson’s apartment was between here and his next stop. “Well… I guess just text me when you’re done cleaning,” he spoke as they walked, keeping a good foot of distance between them. “And maybe I’ll keep my word and come over.”