[ It's been hours and though his shoulder is starting to feel the cold, the rest of him is perfectly content, simply walking around with Claude and watching the park lit up in the dark, the paths of neon light stretching between the sculptures completing the theming of the exhibition better than any of the fairy lights strung over the tents and attractions. They're out of wine and the sky is pitch black. In little time, they'll probably depart.
He doesn't particularly want to. Good thing their next destination is Claude's bedroom - no matter how lovely this is, this little date, it's hard to top what they make when they're alone and stripped to the skin.
Claude pulls him to a stop and he pauses, looking at him questioningly. He follows the other man's gaze towards the tent a bit off to the right, a shooting gallery full of balloons, the shelves stacked with toy animals of all colours and sizes. It takes Claude a while to ask and Jean Louis waits him out quietly, sliding one hand lightly against the small of his back. How's your aim says Claude.
Oh.
It takes him a moment to understand that the man's serious - glancing towards the shooting gallery again, he finally quirks an eyebrow at him and gives his back a gentle pat. ]
Name the one you'd like.
[ He leads the other man towards the tent. The gallery is very bright compared to the path they've just been walking and the shadows of the balloons, of the toy animals and the man behind the counter stretch out into the darkness in odd formations and shapes, mixing with theirs and drawing them in. ]
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He doesn't particularly want to. Good thing their next destination is Claude's bedroom - no matter how lovely this is, this little date, it's hard to top what they make when they're alone and stripped to the skin.
Claude pulls him to a stop and he pauses, looking at him questioningly. He follows the other man's gaze towards the tent a bit off to the right, a shooting gallery full of balloons, the shelves stacked with toy animals of all colours and sizes. It takes Claude a while to ask and Jean Louis waits him out quietly, sliding one hand lightly against the small of his back. How's your aim says Claude.
Oh.
It takes him a moment to understand that the man's serious - glancing towards the shooting gallery again, he finally quirks an eyebrow at him and gives his back a gentle pat. ]
Name the one you'd like.
[ He leads the other man towards the tent. The gallery is very bright compared to the path they've just been walking and the shadows of the balloons, of the toy animals and the man behind the counter stretch out into the darkness in odd formations and shapes, mixing with theirs and drawing them in. ]