No, no, that's not what I meant, I wasn't tryna— ( shit. this is awful. ) It don't matter to me. ( he makes a face, looking away for a moment. ) Well— it does. A bit.
[ Right. He's restrained his affection as much as he can. Q reaches for one of his hands. ]
My name is Jonathan Fredric Bell. I was born September 10th, 1987. My favourite colour is purple.
[ He tries to grin, to make light of the situation. He's explaining all of these calmly as he can. Casually. He should have been presented with this information ages ago. How ridiculous that his own boyfriend didn't know his fucking name. ]
I have a twin sister named Lydia. I once had a severe talking to from the CIA when I was 14. Should I go on?
( jonathan. jonathan bell. jonathan and rudy sitting in a tree. etcetera, etcetera. Q's hand is warm and solid, just like the rest of him. rudy waits for a pause and when the pause comes after a question, he shakes his head to answer it and steps closer, stooping a little to kiss him , free hand lifting up to slide to the back of Q's neck. he'll stay Q out of habit unless he can shake it soon, but that's the last thing he's thinking of now. )
[ Finally. He'd wanted one since he first saw Rudy at his doorstep. He wanted this resolved. Better. Rudy meant a lot to him. This made him realise how much.
The kiss lingers gently. He'd rather it be more heartfelt than steamy. He wants to appreciate this moment. The two of them fucking up and then making it better. His own spare hand rests on Rudy's chest. ]
[ Q wraps his arms around Rudy's waist to keep him closer, the kiss lasting longer. He was very worried this might have caused problems. And here they were, Rudy revealing he has... a very unique type of twin and they were kissing moments later. ]
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( shit. this is awful. )
It don't matter to me.
( he makes a face, looking away for a moment. )
Well— it does. A bit.
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My name is Jonathan Fredric Bell. I was born September 10th, 1987. My favourite colour is purple.
[ He tries to grin, to make light of the situation. He's explaining all of these calmly as he can. Casually. He should have been presented with this information ages ago. How ridiculous that his own boyfriend didn't know his fucking name. ]
I have a twin sister named Lydia. I once had a severe talking to from the CIA when I was 14. Should I go on?
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jonathan and rudy sitting in a tree. etcetera, etcetera.
Q's hand is warm and solid, just like the rest of him. rudy waits for a pause and when the pause comes after a question, he shakes his head to answer it and steps closer, stooping a little to kiss him , free hand lifting up to slide to the back of Q's neck. he'll stay Q out of habit unless he can shake it soon, but that's the last thing he's thinking of now. )
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The kiss lingers gently. He'd rather it be more heartfelt than steamy. He wants to appreciate this moment. The two of them fucking up and then making it better. His own spare hand rests on Rudy's chest. ]
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To be fair, I should have told you my name.
[ He reached up to hold his hollow cheek, letting his thumb brush against pointed cheekbone. ]
You do know that I'm with you for more than your incredible taste in men?
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As we rightly should be.
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Your turn.