Post by Deleted on May 15, 2021 12:23:21 GMT -7
Gus chuckled for a moment as Teddy pretended to be deeply hurt by his claim there was absolutely nothing romantic about the night. He leaned in and pressed a quick and gentle kiss to the cheek of the other man. "Trust me, mon ami, if I were to romance you it'd always be grand gestures. I don't do anything half way and never did." He'd always been one for grand gestures unless he knew in advance that somebody hated them. He never managed to keep attempting to date those very long though. He loved showing off after all, it was one of his many faults. A private breakfast cooked by the best chefs on top of the Eiffel tower? He would most certainly try to get that done. He was willing to improvise and from time to time he'd keep things on a more domestic scale, which often meant he put in a lot of personal effort to show just how much he cared. When it came to love and romance, Gus always knew how to show he was fully involved.
As Teddy claimed he had no musical bone in his body Gus merely smiled a wicked smile as a sparkle of mischief lit up his eyes. "Oh I can do you one better and make you sing in the shower." He said suggestively, running his hand down the chest of the other man slowly and suggestively, stopping as he reached his belly button. "Though that is probably better after breakfast." He then said with a chuckle. It wasn't the kind of singing he'd been talking about, without a doubt. But it was a very fun way to make.. music.
Then he shared some insights on death and money, which had Gus shrugging. "That and whatever there is... it's all there will ever be. No more new music, so all we get is to cling to what is left behind and soak it up while we revel in it. Everybody wants a piece because there is little that can be done to destroy the idea we have built up about these icons in our minds. Gus laughed as Teddy mentioned keeping his car. "I fear not. I think that'll go to my family, although I'll consider putting it in my will if you like it that much." He teased the other man. "As long as you're not foolish enough to try and kill me for it, because then I have to add some statement that you can't have it if I die by murder or a violent death, which would be a total shame if somebody else kills me without your involvement." He said cheerfully. Death didn't scare or intimidate him like it seemed to do most people. In the bad days he even longed for it, like a man in a desert might long to find an oasis and drink the water. Yet today was fine and death were merely a grim topic of conversation to entertain his philosophical nature. It didn't feel like a darkness looming on the horizon, promising him shelter from the blasted heat of the sun.
@edward
As Teddy claimed he had no musical bone in his body Gus merely smiled a wicked smile as a sparkle of mischief lit up his eyes. "Oh I can do you one better and make you sing in the shower." He said suggestively, running his hand down the chest of the other man slowly and suggestively, stopping as he reached his belly button. "Though that is probably better after breakfast." He then said with a chuckle. It wasn't the kind of singing he'd been talking about, without a doubt. But it was a very fun way to make.. music.
Then he shared some insights on death and money, which had Gus shrugging. "That and whatever there is... it's all there will ever be. No more new music, so all we get is to cling to what is left behind and soak it up while we revel in it. Everybody wants a piece because there is little that can be done to destroy the idea we have built up about these icons in our minds. Gus laughed as Teddy mentioned keeping his car. "I fear not. I think that'll go to my family, although I'll consider putting it in my will if you like it that much." He teased the other man. "As long as you're not foolish enough to try and kill me for it, because then I have to add some statement that you can't have it if I die by murder or a violent death, which would be a total shame if somebody else kills me without your involvement." He said cheerfully. Death didn't scare or intimidate him like it seemed to do most people. In the bad days he even longed for it, like a man in a desert might long to find an oasis and drink the water. Yet today was fine and death were merely a grim topic of conversation to entertain his philosophical nature. It didn't feel like a darkness looming on the horizon, promising him shelter from the blasted heat of the sun.
@edward