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gresham cline - March 5, 2012 12:21 AM (GMT)
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grey stood in his kitchen, cracking his neck and yawning as he waited for the kettle to boil. only a short hour or so ago, he'd been freezing in a park, trying to convince the one man in this town that made his heart race to give a relationship a chance.
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and he'd said yes.
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smiling lazy, he shuffled across the small kitchenette to grab the two mugs he'd placed by earlier (he'd already added the special teabags and the assorted honey and sweetenings needed to make alkira's tea perfect) and returned to the almost boiling water in the kettle.
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after henry had agreed to give this relationship a chance, grey had dragged him back to his apartment so they could enjoy the quintessential and well-loved movie night. grey had never really done that with anyone he liked as more than a friend, so the concept was admittedly exciting. he'd changed out of his stiff winter clothes when he'd gotten inside and had replaced them with his sweats and an old work out shirt (grey never really dressed to impress). he'd given henry free license to wear whatever comfy clothes he could find, and then had gone back to his kitchen to prepare tea.
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when the kettle finally began to whistle, he removed it from the stove and poured a generous amount into each mug. dumping the rest out, grey took the mugs and shuffled out into his messy, yet homey living room. placing the tea on the coffee table, he settled back on the couch in front of the modest plasma screen he owned and waited for henry, his boyfriend (what a concept!) to appear.


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henry williamson - March 5, 2012 01:34 AM (GMT)
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standing in grey's bedroom was one of the most confusing experiences henry'd ever had, among other things. not only a week ago he'd first been invited into the suite as a whole, and he'd left in what he thought was the right, honorable thing to do. and then, not only an hour ago, he'd been in the park, going out for a jog, when the man had stopped him and pleaded his heart out to give this a chance. and while henry had at first had every intention of turning down the man every time, grey beat through that, and convinced the dutiful navy corpsman to do this. and that's why he was now in his boyfriend's (the word was foreign to henry; he'd never had a boyfriend, but he liked the taste of it) bedroom.<p>

they were going to have a movie night, another concept that was entirely foreign to the medic. everything about this situation was completely new and unexplored territory for henry, never having had a real boyfriend, or a movie night, or the experience of being in a bedroom, looking through clothes that weren't his, but of his significant others. yet another confusing, odd experience for the soldier.<p>

shuffling through grey's clothes was awkward, to say the least. not because the australian wore anything out of the ordinary or, god forbid, kinky, but because they weren't his clothes. still, the two had a similar style, and there were definitely outfits in here that were non-traditional, such as african umutsha and ibheshu. a slight smile crossed his face at discovering these items, glad to see more connections to grey's worldly persona.<p>

and as if it wasn't awkward enough, stumbling upon his underwear drawer was enough to make it so. a slight blush crossed his face, feeling like this was dirty, and looking around quickly, he shut the drawer. having never been in a relationship, he wasn't sure whether taking peeks at each others' underwear was acceptable or not, so he decided to play it safe, instead continuing to look for something else. maybe further on they would be that couple that shared underwear, but not today.<p>

grabbing a pair of grey sweats and a white t-shirt that matched his own (though his was a little worn-out because of constant use), he stripped down right there, though he was a bit more slow in doing so, still feeling that initial awkwardness of being half-naked in his <i>boyfriend's</i> bedroom. once he was covered with the sweats and t-shirt though, he picked up his clothes and headed back into the living room, turning the light off and shutting the door behind him.<p>

<b>"thanks for the clothes."</b> was the first thing he said, his politeness always carrying through, as he stood a few yards from the couch, a grateful smile on his face, if not an awkward and nervous one. he was new to everything that was going on, a virgin of sorts to relationships and sharing clothes and movie nights and being in someone's bedroom that wasn't his. <b>"uhh... where should i put these?"</b> he held up his black shorts and his own shirt, looking down at both momentarily, before peering up at grey with a tilted head of curiosity.

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it occurred to grey sometime as he was prepping the mugs that men who had just begun a relationship didn't generally gave their significant other free reign to wear their clothes. that was usually an act saved until later dates.
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at least, so he thought.
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still, in the situation, what else could he do? henry had been exercising. they were going to be watching movies together. snugging sweaty was all good an fine when two people were naked, but when they were sharing a first date? well, it was a bit odd. in retrospect, letting henry go home and change would've been a better idea, but grey just hadn't thought about it. from the moment henry had caved and allowed the australian to take him on this venture, grey just hadn't been thinking straight. like a little boy in a candy shop; he rushed awkwardly forward, determined to get his prize.
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never the type to worry for long, by the time grey was settling onto his couch, he'd laid to rest his qualms over the clothing. what was, was. simple as that.
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henry exited the bedroom a few minutes later, clad in grey's sweats and a white tee. there was something... wonderfully delicious about seeing someone else in your clothes. primitive, almost; as if you now owned them. setting the tea cups on the table, grey stared at the clothes in henry's hands for a second before vaguely gesturing, "whereva you want, i guess," he said simply, "i'm not much for organization, so it don't botha me." really, the current state of his apartment was about as clean as it got, and even then, it was a mess by some people's standards.
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unconsciously, he wondered if it bothered henry. maybe he'd do a little spring cleaning come the weekend.
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scooting over on the couch, he made room for henry. "i made tea." he said with a little grin. he wasn't really sure how to start this type of date, and he had the sneaking suspicion that henry didn't either. were they supposed to cuddle? make out? sit awkwardly two feet away from each other? grey couldn't be sure, so he draped a corded arm over the back of the sofa and flipped on the plasma. "i got netflix." he started, "any preferences?" the screen came to life, and with a few clicks, he was on the main netflix screen. he paused there, waiting for word from henry. he hardly noticed that his 'recently watched' items sat in plain view-- a myriad mix of documentaries and classic movies that he enjoyed.


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henry williamson - March 8, 2012 11:00 PM (GMT)
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wearing another man's clothes was an awkward experience by anyone's standards, but wearing grey's sweats and white tee was, in a way, comforting and safe, like he was home, wherever that may be for the constantly moving soldier. the threads conformed to his body, held his figure in a soft embrace, something henry found very appealing as he exited the australian's bedroom slowly, all of this new and unusual to him.<p>

he had apprehensions, though not because he didn't like this, didn't want to try it. more so, he was nervous and anxious all at the same time, wanting to genuinely go through with all of it, with the wooing and the flirting and the cuddling and the kissing (lots of kissing, yes) and the sleeping together and sex (lots of sex, too) and all of that. grey had convinced him that trying for a relationship, for all of that, was worth a shot atleast, and he'd reluctantly agreed. now his reluctance was replaced with nervousness and ineptitude, the whole situation completely foreign to him as he asked the bearded man where he wanted him to put his clothes.<p>

the fact that grey wasn't all that organized didn't turn off henry in the slightest. in fact, he found it rather endearing, just another piece to the puzzle. while he himself was always organized and well-kept as far as his apartment went, he knew other people handled things differently, and he could definitely respect that about the other thirty one year old's housecleaning. it was cute, in the eyes of the medic, to see grey's belongings in various places. <b>"alright, i'll put them over here."</b> he didn't know why he felt the need to state his actions while doing so; it was just a nervous twitch because of the situation. nonetheless, he folded up his clothes quickly and stacked them on top of his shoes, over by the door where he had taken them off a little while after having arrived.<p>

once that was out of the way, he walked back to the couch, but stopped a few feet from it, unsure of how to go about this. it was his first date, and he had no idea where to start, peering over at grey on the couch in matching pajamas, though not looking long, his eyes averting to the ground and the television, an awkward, lopsided smile on his face.<p>

he'd most certainly cuddled before, but he had to admit to himself that his only experiences were in the form of post-coital bliss, as it was natural for some people to snuggle up to the partner they had just shared an <i>orgasmic</i> moment with, pun intended. henry was certainly one of those people; he loved physical contact and the like, and laying next to a warm, strong body was one of life's finest pleasures, being able to fall asleep in their grasp, or vice versa. but never had he just flat-out cuddled with someone because of a date, and it was hard to approach. so the american sort of wavered their for a moment, like a tree in the wind, as he listened to the photographer talk, telling him he had tea, and what he wanted to watch.<p>

not having time for media of any really, henry had no idea what kind of movies were on this "netflix", nor what had recently come out. he rarely ever watched movies or television, so he wasn't sure what to pick. <b>"uhh, what about that?"</b> he pointed awkwardly at some random documentary on the screen, from grey's recently watched items. he had no idea what it was about, but if he had to watch a movie, he wanted to watch something that him and grey would both enjoy, preferably more so if grey was happy and content in watching it rather than himself. but he knew he liked documentaries, and the filmmaker obviously did too, so it seemed like a fair compromise to him.

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grey was thankful that he wasn't alone in that fact that he was unaccustomed to relationships. he appreciated that neither one of them really knew what they were doing, because to him, it felt like an expedition. a step out into a new, exciting and unknown world. what would he find? would he like it? was it frightening? the australian couldn't be sure, and that was what excited him so.
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recalling the memory of henry's tale about the waterbed warehouse, he grinned. he hadn't yet ordered a waterbed, but the thought had lingered after their first kiss. he'd have to be blind not to see the sexual tension laying in wait, and when it came to that part of relationships, grey was nothing short of an expert. at thirty-one, both men were past that awkward teen phase of dancing around their lusts and desires. there was no third date rule for the sex. still, grey didn't intend on leading them down that path quite yet. henry was obviously still tentative, and if he didn't play his cards right, he could lose his entire hand.
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there was careful speculation and a touch of humor in grey's eyes as he looked henry up and down. the australian had always been a large man, but since he'd slimmed down recently (ten to fifteen kilograms), his shirts were a little baggier. even with his weight loss, he was about the same size as henry, so the shirts hung well on the soldier. they were loose enough to be comfortable, yet snug enough to give grey an idea of what was waiting beneath. a small smile played across his face as he tore his gaze away from henry's toned body. complete approval.
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it was pretty obvious that henry was nervous, and gods knew grey hadn't a clue what he was doing, but watching the medic stand there awkwardly wasn't going to work. careful of the tea, he gently took henry's hand and pulled him on to the couch. he didn't wrap his arms around henry, or try to kiss him or anything even remotely flirtatious. just pulled him down. the lack of awkward pathfinding almost made the experience erotic; their thighs brushed, their hands were connected. and eye contact always helped a hot moment sizzle.
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still, determined not to scare his cautious bunny rabbit, grey settled back against the futon style couch and let henry pick the program. despite knowing that henry wasn't choosing based on any criteria, he still grinned at the choice. "ah, this one's a classic." grey said, "iss about twenty years old, but this family is goin' on walkabout." they'd spoken briefly about walkabout when grey had brought up alkira, but he added for clarification, "it's an aborigine thing. they go on a spiritual journey. alkira went on hers, like all of her brothers and sisters and ancestors." after taking a sip of his tea, grey picked up the remote and started to load the movie. "normally, they're done alone at a young age, but this couple an' their son went on one back in the late eighties." and with that, the movie began.
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the opening shot was of a small blond-brown haired boy with ocean blue eyes.


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