"Mmm," Roman's hum is noncommittal, watching James closely as he speaks, taking in the other's wide-eyed enthusiasm with half-hearted interest. It's... It's nice, being that naive. It's something he wishes he still had. He reaches out to smooth the other's hair, sucking air through his teeth and pressing his lips into a thin line.
"You'll get used to it. Probably best if it's sooner than later--and once you learn how to read rich assholes like a book, you'll be rolling in dough yourself."
James leans toward the touch, drinking in the closeness. There was plenty of touching at the party, sure, but none of it was intimate. None of it was private or personal.
"What if I don't?" He shrugs one shoulder. "I mean, like, what if I don't on purpose? There's always new things in the familiar."
He sets his drink aside and runs his own fingers through Roman's hair above his ear. "What can I do for you? You look like you're on another planet."
James is naive. And sweet, and kind, and he's running his fingers through his hair just like Roman likes, and Roman's allowing himself to sink a little bit, to enjoy the moment, however short it is.
"Maybe I wanna be," he says simply, though there's nothing accusatory about it: he glances over at James, brows lightly raised.
"Maybe I want to fuck off to some place that isn't a mining shithole, no offense. But if I did, I could use some company."
"None taken. No one chooses where they're born." He's not going to take offense or give judgment on that count. His eyes are vividly bright at the prospect of seeing another world. Of going there with Roman. He kisses the other man, heatedly, the joy of the prospect clear. "What's your favorite place? The one you always go back to?"
James kisses Roman, and James kisses like he really is an artist, full of passion and life and Roman finds himself leaning up and kissing back, catching his lips with the others' with ease and wanting; immediately remembering why, exactly, he's chosen James above the rest. It's not naivity. It's wonder, at everything, at him, at the world and all of it's choices. James makes Roman feel like, just for a moment, he's actually alive. Like everything isn't just dull.
They break from the kiss, a simple thing most likely on James' part but an impactful moment for Roman, and the shorter man brings his hand up and along the other's jaw line, thumb stroking the stubble gently.
"I've never had a home, not like you--it's fine, it's whatever--but I don't think I've ever found a place like that." He's bounced from place to place, house to house even in his infancy courtesy of how much property his family owns. It's just a part of life.
“We can find one.” He’s still alight at the possibility. “Not that you have to be home with, not that we have to stay in, but one you look forward to seeing. A place that’s worth the trouble of getting there.”
He leans against Roman’s touch, then slowly forward to kiss him again, hand straying down to tug at Roman’s tidy shirt. Untuck it just a bit. Force a little friction against the other man’s groin at the tug on his belt, without promising anything else.
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"You'll get used to it. Probably best if it's sooner than later--and once you learn how to read rich assholes like a book, you'll be rolling in dough yourself."
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"What if I don't?" He shrugs one shoulder. "I mean, like, what if I don't on purpose? There's always new things in the familiar."
He sets his drink aside and runs his own fingers through Roman's hair above his ear. "What can I do for you? You look like you're on another planet."
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"Maybe I wanna be," he says simply, though there's nothing accusatory about it: he glances over at James, brows lightly raised.
"Maybe I want to fuck off to some place that isn't a mining shithole, no offense. But if I did, I could use some company."
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They break from the kiss, a simple thing most likely on James' part but an impactful moment for Roman, and the shorter man brings his hand up and along the other's jaw line, thumb stroking the stubble gently.
"I've never had a home, not like you--it's fine, it's whatever--but I don't think I've ever found a place like that." He's bounced from place to place, house to house even in his infancy courtesy of how much property his family owns. It's just a part of life.
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He leans against Roman’s touch, then slowly forward to kiss him again, hand straying down to tug at Roman’s tidy shirt. Untuck it just a bit. Force a little friction against the other man’s groin at the tug on his belt, without promising anything else.