I got just what you need
Paranoia's all I have left. If you see me once you won't see me again. I'm a wanted man and I don't intend to be caught.
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I got just what you need: I got just what you need [Tag: Phoebus]
Phoebus smiled and watched as the man flushed red. He certainly wasn’t expecting this happening. Over the years there had been nights with women and men alike, usually just harmless flirting but other rare times, things progressed. They provided an opportunity to escape for a few hours, to feel a true sense of belonging for a short time. He looked down pleasantly surprised at Tulio moving closer, and gently grabbed the hand that had brushed against his.
“Well then.” He smiled down at him, running his thumb over the back of his hand. “I have many things in mind Tulio, but can you keep up?” He teased and grinned. It seemed like he’d been doing a lot of smiling tonight and Phoebus wondered just how many drinks he had had.
Tulio had been with a couple men and women in his life but never one that was so…well just look at him, he could probably snap him like a toothpick. It made him want it all the more. He hadn’t been with someone in a while and maybe it was the drink, maybe it was some sense of sanity catching up with him in the form of loneliness but he desired some company tonight - specifically Phoebus’.
His eyes widened as his hand was taken, biting the inside of his cheek at the sudden shiver that ran up his arm and down his spine as the males thumb brushed over his hand. He let out a surprised laugh at the challenge, feeling as if he was being closed in on. “I think I could,” he said lifting his head a little, opening his mouth to say something more but suddenly closed it, smiling back. How was he doing that? He turned his hand over, interlacing their fingers and gently squeezed it in response. Never one to let the other get off to easy he leaned a bit more forward, gazing into his eyes with amusement. “And whatever did you have in mind~”
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I got just what you need: I got just what you need [Tag: Phoebus]
“Tulio.” He said the name, tasting it on his tongue, along with another drink from his glass. Funny, he hadn’t even noticed the bartender getting him a refill. “It’s a beautiful name.” He said without really thinking. It was true, though, he did love the name.
Phoebus smiled, becoming a little bolder, and leaned toward Tulio to look better in his eyes, they were so very blue. “Yes, what should we do with this time now?”
“Yes Tulio,” he said with a smile in his voice, “meaning lively in both Spanish and Latin. And Phoebus. Sun God. Very nice.” Dear Lord he was flirting with the man. How long had it been since he’d done so? A couple months? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t talk to very many people with an interest in getting to know them that way. “Thank you, but I find yours much more appealing to say.” The bartender pushed another glass into his hand. Raising an eyebrow and studying it’s contents for a moment he took a sip and shrugged. Blue eyes widened as Phoebus leaned forward, suddenly a lot more aware of him, clearing his throat. “I…” he felt a warm flush creeping up the back of his neck, pulse ever present pounding in that peculiar spot of his neck, finding his mouth go dry. Downing the drink he scooched forward a bit more with a small sigh, letting go and genuinely smiling at him, loose and as relaxed as he would get around the attractive blonde. “Whatever you had in mind,” he teased back, his hand brushing over the one of Phoebus’ that rested on the top of the bar counter top.
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I got just what you need: I got just what you need [Tag: Phoebus]
“Looks like you’ve got some time now.” he stated, leaning on his elbows on the bar, studying him, thinking how different the other man looked when he smiled. It was very appealing.
Phoebus shrugged, finishing off another drink. “Time to myself, having a nice conversation with someone, both things I don’t get as often as I wish.” In a moment of thought he straightened up a bit, extended his hand to the dark haired man beside him. “I’m Phoebus.” He usually faltered at giving his name out to people, just a little cautious not to let people to close. But for some reason the warm excitement in his stomach made him want this man to know who he was.
“I guess I do,” he laughed, grinning at him. “Phoebus? That’s a very uncommon name.” He leaned forward, uncrossing his legs. So he was becoming a bit more interested in knowing about him. That wasn’t odd; he liked to know a lot about people. “But then that’s probably as uncommon as a name like Tulio is,” he mused. “Well, we both have time now so we can do as we wish.”
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I got just what you need: I got just what you need [Tag: Phoebus]
Phoebus couldn’t hold the broad smile from escaping and spreading across his face at the mans inquiry. The added ‘Handsome’ at the end may or may not have made his gut tighten in an unfamiliar pressure. It felt almost like excitement and nerves mixed up into one. Rather strange, he thought.
He looked away for just a moment then back at him. “The very same I’m afraid, gorgeous.” He said returning with his own word. He shook his head, lifting his glass for a drink, smiling to himself now. This man had no idea of what he did, the things that happened in this town. At least so he thought. “It’s….rare I get free time from work. So it’s nice to be able to relax and enjoy it. Wouldn’t you say?”
He was beginning to feel a bit more comfortable. The smile the man flashed him was so appealing he almost sighed a bit. It wasn’t a halfhearted flirtation. He really did think he was quite handsome. He too felt a surge of something at the compliment. Maybe it’d just been a while since he’d received one. He lifted his head a bit, the hand he’d been resting it on flying to press a finger to his mouth, as he genuinely smiled back. It was quite strange, considering he rarely took compliments or flattery to heart.
“I can’t ever seem to relax,” he admitted. “Not even in sleep. It’s unusual to some I’m sure but I can’t say I’ve ever really had some R and R. I’m too stubborn to go on vacation too,” he said chuckling under his breath. “Don’t even have the time either.” Maybe he was too self absorbed, too concerned that if he left, escaped he’d never come back, not to mention be looking over his shoulder constantly, wondering. He took another sip of his drink, licking his lips. “From the looks of it you’re hard pressed for time to yourself as well.”
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I got just what you need: I got just what you need [Tag: Phoebus]
“Fine.” He laughed just a little and held up his drink. “I’ll be even better after some more of this.” He said and took another drink to emphasize his point. The soothing burn down his throat dulled with each swallow, a nice buzz began to work it’s way to his brain. He was far from drunk, hell he had just started and he could definitely hold his liquor, but he could feel a significant sense of relief going through his tired muscles, relaxing them. Which was more than he could say for his friend here, who seemed wired and jittery almost. Phoebus found his eyes watching the other man’s slender fingers tap rhythmically.
“Looks like a few drinks couldn’t hurt you either hm?” He said looking up from the man’s fingers to face, watching his reactions. He didn’t know why he found him fascinating. He damn eyes just wouldn’t mind there own business. He almost snorted at the thought and looked across the bar at the rows of glasses and bottles, taking a few sips of his drink. But even there his eyes found the man’s reflection.
He had a nice soothing laugh. He found himself being immediately calmed weirdly enough, the sight of the male’s mirth actually warming him a bit (either that or the alcohol was catching up with him). With a twitch of his mouth at his insinuation he allowed a broadening smirk, his eyes leaving his to linger on the nothing in particular. “I guess,” he mused with light amusement, waving the bar tender over and ordering himself another. “I’ve been put under a lot of stress lately due to my work,” he said coolly, ceasing his tapping and looked over his shoulder around the bar.
He crossed a leg over the other, propping up on his elbow and leaned into his hand, gazing back at him with a look of questioning. “How about you handsome?” He took the glass from the bartender, raising it to his lips keeping eye contact and quirked an eyebrow at him. What exactly was his game? What did he want? If he recognized him he wouldn’t be so laid back. Maybe he was just out for the night after all and wanted some conversation.
