"What can I say? I don't believe in pulling punches." Gael mused, before he listened to Carlos' answer carefully. Whoever this Michel was, he was an idiot. For one- being tied to a bed was delicious, and two? Well, Carlos was just a complete package, wrapped up in a soft spoken body.
"Michel sounds like an idiot, if you were to ask me." Gael said, glancing over the the gawkers again. Three months ago, he'd probably have reached across the table and pulled Carlos into a lewd, steamy kiss before openly smirking at the others in a sort of smug confidence. Today, at least, he thought better of it. Who cared, really?
Looking back at Carlos he smirked, before looking thoughtful as he propped his chin on the palm of his hand. "What makes me happiest?" He repeated, before thinking about it for a long moment. "I don't know, really. But the things that come to mind involve singing and dancing....at Mooseknuckle. Being the center of everyone's attention. I wish I had an excuse for being an attention whore, but I was never denied love, affection or attention at home. I just always want it, crave it. Sort of like a drug. After that? Mm." He paused a moment, thinking on it before a softer smile crossed his features. "Well, laying in bed with someone. No sex, no 'hurry up and get it over with'; just...laying there. Close, their head against my chest- or mine against theirs. Listening to their heartbeat as they drift off to sleep."
Well, one question down 19 to go. Which meant of course that he had to ask another....which he wasn't sure where to go with it. Well, when it doubt- "Favorite sex position? I mean, we've never really gotten into it, all things considered."
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"Michel sounds like an idiot, if you were to ask me." Gael said, glancing over the the gawkers again. Three months ago, he'd probably have reached across the table and pulled Carlos into a lewd, steamy kiss before openly smirking at the others in a sort of smug confidence. Today, at least, he thought better of it. Who cared, really?
Looking back at Carlos he smirked, before looking thoughtful as he propped his chin on the palm of his hand. "What makes me happiest?" He repeated, before thinking about it for a long moment. "I don't know, really. But the things that come to mind involve singing and dancing....at Mooseknuckle. Being the center of everyone's attention. I wish I had an excuse for being an attention whore, but I was never denied love, affection or attention at home. I just always want it, crave it. Sort of like a drug. After that? Mm." He paused a moment, thinking on it before a softer smile crossed his features. "Well, laying in bed with someone. No sex, no 'hurry up and get it over with'; just...laying there. Close, their head against my chest- or mine against theirs. Listening to their heartbeat as they drift off to sleep."
Well, one question down 19 to go. Which meant of course that he had to ask another....which he wasn't sure where to go with it. Well, when it doubt- "Favorite sex position? I mean, we've never really gotten into it, all things considered."