Such a Gray Day (SG)

[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] The second kiss meant one thing to Sen, other then obvious lust, it was time to step up his game. Very slowly he moved the hand on Ryan’s side up to his shoulder and slipped a bit of tongue before the kiss came to an end. He could feel his own hot breath pass his lips as Ryan trailed them with his finger. The next few words quickly whispered from Ryan’s mouth put a rather sly smile onto Sen’s face as he pushed himself up onto his tippy toes so he could whisper into Ryan’s ear. “Then I just have to show you… He uttered softly before moving to lightly nip as has neck. He had only managed one nibble before his purple eyes spotted one of the waiters in the back of the room pointing towards them and a second starting to head their direction. It had caused a slight frown to replace Sen’s sly grin for a few seconds before the smile returned and he pulled himself away from Ryan. Or, mostly away. Without a word he grabbed hold of Ryan’s pants with his right hand and began to lead him out of the restaurant. He didn’t want some pesky waiter to ruin the night by kicking them out and he also didn’t want to rush Ryan out without keeping the man’s mind on idea of having a little fun before sleep took over them both. Once he made it out the doors, he felt the cool air of the night on his cheeks. Luckily the rain from the day had dried up which meant they wouldn’t be feeling too uncomfortable being outside. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(262),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]Ryan gasped as Sen's lips touched his neck, and when the younger man began to drag him out he followed rather blankly. He was like a moth to a flame, except that flame was rather solid and moving and actively pulling him along. Once outside, he seemed to remember a bit what they were doing. Had.. to.. get to hotel. Yes. Focus now. He shook his head a bit in a vain attempt to clear it, then moved to Sen's side and pulled his hand from his pants to hold as Ryan essentially started trying to drag him instead in the direction he thought the hotel had been. He would have said something, but at this point he was almost afraid that even speaking would only make the urge worse, and heaven forbid Sen say anything suggestive. Of course, the possibility also remained he could kill the mood again, and Ryan really didn't want that now. He had convinced himself their odd clashing in parts was bad luck and this guy really was very nice (read:alotlikeKamui) and dammit he needed this. [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen was a little shocked when the positions were turned around and Ryan took his hand to lead him. Of course he had no objections to the switch about and instead of saying anything he just grinned. It had been his big fat mouth that had almost lost him the chance of wooing this man into spending the night with him and he wasn’t about to risk messing up again. Heh, and they claimed girls were easily offended. Clearly it was only the straight guys who came up with that stereotype. The entire time he was dragged down the street his mind was fantasizing about the events he was hoping would take place rather soon when he spotted the ‘Inn’ sign on a near by building. “That one?” He found himself asking, his free arm pointing towards the building and his smiling growing. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(262),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]Perhaps it wasn't so much that women were easily offended as it was that men were easily offensive? Possibly both. Probably both for that matter. When Sen pointed out an Inn, Ryan gave a heavy sigh of relief coinciding with an "Oh thank God." In his mind, he pretty much dragged Sen in, threw some money toward the counter in passing, and rushed to the nearest empty room, but alas, it would not be so simple. No, once the dragging part had been fulfilled, the rest crashed and burned as the woman-- actually, in his current mindset she looked pretty nice t-no dammit she was working anyway focus-- at the counter was on the phone for almost a minute after they entered. Then they had to go through checking in, a process entirely too long and tedious for the man who was about to die (or so one would think from the way he was bitching and moaning inside) from months of pent-up tension. Then at long last, a room key-- an actual key as opposed to a card, which said something about the age and expectable quality of the no-name inn-- was given along with an associated number: 452. ... Well that couldn't be THAT far right? Yeah he'd just.. what was this number? Ryan moved close enough to see the first door in the nearest hallway. ... 201. .... He was going to die. That was all there was to it. "Help me look," he mumbled, voice tinged with urgency. [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen had been oddly quiet most the time. Every now and then he would let out a small chuckle, almost as if he was about to say something but then didn’t. He was playing it safe. He didn’t want to have to regret saying something and having the man he worked hard to get leave at the moment. He was certain he would regret it. Right? The woman working the counter got a rather friendly, cheerful wave from Sen, followed by a rather huge grin but nothing more. She seemed as interested in him as he would be with her. Not at all. Soon enough they received the key, and Sen found himself twirling around, his purple eyes looking down the hallway of doors. 452... That was probably at the end of the hall… or on another floor. The sound of Ryan’s voice demanding he helped look was the last straw. Sen couldn’t stay quiet any longer. “By powers, you’re sexy when you’re anxious.” The words poured off his lips as he gave Ryan a soft, devilish smile, “Would it help if I just undress you here while we look?” He chuckled a little, reached out a hand to unbutton the top of his pants quickly before turning around. It was a tease, and whether or not he had actually managed to get the button undone was a mystery to him. It was a rather swift movement and he was already making his way down the hall, keeping his eyes out for the number 452. Sure enough it was at the end off the hall… or he had thought it would be. 450. That’s where the numbers ended. Surely that would mean that door they wanted was just up the flight of stairs. Hopefully it would be too much trouble for the other red headed man. “Life really does make you work for something, doesn’t it?” He laughed a little at this, climbing up a few steps and stopping just as there was a bend in the stairs. His left hand clung to the railing, his back somewhat against the wall as he held out his right hand for Ryan to take. He couldn’t help being cheerful. After all, tonight he was certain he had found himself a real treat. One of the best he had in a long time. Or at least one of the best looking. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

[Admiral Striker General]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc64/Heart-of-Thorns/VC/Ryantable.png);color:#990000;width:470;height:294;][atrb=style,border:3 darkred groove,bTable][scrolly:h(202),w(262),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:52px;margin-left:14px;margin-right:175px;)]Anxious what who was anxious. ..Dear God he was anxious. At Sen's suggestion, Ryan's face burned. "I really wou--"ldn't unless he wanted to get them kicked out, because he just might forget about the room altogether, was what he'd intended to say. Then Sen had gone for it anyway, cutting off all thought as his pants did indeed suddenly find themselves unbuttoned. The man gave a slight gasp, then turning to reach out for Sen, but he was already well out of arm's reach. Behave, he told himself. It won't be much longer... Behave.. Of course, then they reached the end of the hall only to find out there was so. much. more. and Ryan almost wanted to hit something. He all but missed Sen's comment, and couldn't think of anything to say even then, just giving a ragged, slightly disgruntled sigh instead. When he noticed the hand extended (via nearly walking into it), he did take it, but as opposed to just walking hand in hand he took it more as an opportunity to pick up his pace, half-dragging Sen as he went. Finally they were nearing the top of the stairs! 3... 2.. There! First door, what was--... "Mother fucker." Ryan's head hit the wall beside the door, causing him to jump when a few seconds later the occupant of the room apparently banged back. 650. Which meant the number ordering was... Huffing a sigh, he somewhat jerked at Sen's hand as he rushed down the hall, not bothering to look at room numbers this time, but making a beeline toward the other end. One one point, he came to an intersection, but just glanced at the sign to see which numbers continued the current and moved right through. Sure enough, at the end of this hallway, the numbers from downstairs continued; the last two doors were 451 on the left and 452 on the right. Fumbling a bit with the key, Ryan finally got the door unlocked, flinging it open with a slight bang against the wall. The room was... passingly clean, sort of, and hardly made for luxury. No TV that could be seen thus far and not very roomy, but it had a bed, and that was really all he was concerned with (never mind what that smell may have been). "In." What words what were words? [/scrolly]