a lust for life

While he was not much of a drinker, Deacon’s coworkers were. When they had invited him out after work, he didn’t have the heart to turn them down. They were trying to include him. Plus he’d rather make sure everyone got home alright. With the happenings around town he didn’t trust anyone drinking, even police officers, out on the street alone. People watching being a past time of his, Deacon’s eyes wandered around the bar as took note of the patrons.

That was until someone spoke to him. Turning his head towards the man next to him, Deacon’s followed his sight line to the couple in the back of the bar. “I mean, I think everyone should show affection if that’s what they want to do. Some people are more private though and you can tell in the way they look at each other. Case and point, that couple over there.” He gestured towards another couple at the other end who seemed to be animated in a conversation with one another but their eyes gave away much more.

Curious, Cody’s gaze followed to where the man was gesturing. He was right, there was palpable chemistry between the two, communicated with subtle touches and desire-filled eyes. He nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “There’s definitely some truth to that,” he mused, pursing his lips. Cody was not a subtle person. He preferred to be open with his sexuality. Lust came naturally for everyone, what was wrong with having a healthy outlet for that?

His attention turned back to the man beside him. His eyes scanned the other up and down. He was handsome, and Cody was interested in anyone who would challenge a stranger’s viewpoints. “So,” he started, a half-smirk flashing onto his face, “are you the more private type? How do you like to express your desires?

Sam eyed the man carefully, his brow furrowing, ‘You can find anything at the bottom of the glass, but what I’m really looking for inside of here is more booze.’ The man had always turned to alcohol; it was what raised him. When his mother left him at the age of seven, he’d had no one until he found his underground home and after that he learnt very quickly that alcohol keeps you warm and sane. He drifted back to the conversation. ‘Partner? You mean, like a girlfriend or something?’ His face cringing slightly. ‘You do look like excellent boyfriend material, pal, but I am certainly not.’ 

Cody watched the man curiously as he spoke, eyes scanning over him, his body language, as well as the drink he was holding. He wasn’t sure how he felt yet, but his interest was definitely piqued by the grumbling stranger. His face upturned into an amused grin at the other’s response, “Something is more accurate. What do you think makes boyfriend material? Everyone has their own attractions and needs.”

The couple that the other was talking about, reminded him about him and Hero. They have been so many months together, and she was living with him and his daughter, but they were still in their honeymoon phase, and he doubted that they would ever get out of it, so he wouldn’t judge the young couple for being all over each other in a public place, “They seem to be having a lot of fun,” he wouldn’t have sex with Hero in a place where other people could see them, but they did do it in public places before, many, many times, so he was not one to judge them, “I’m happy for them, love is such an amazing thing, it’s so great to feel that way for someone.”

Hearing this, Cody quickly turned to look at him. He couldn’t have said it better himself. He was pleased, and honestly a bit surprised, that someone shared his thoughts. He thought most would look down on two people behaving so carnally in a public setting. Cody himself was desensitized to anything sexual. He’s tried it all and proudly admits it. Everyone deserves to have their fantasies met. “Very well said, stranger,” he said with a soft smile. “You can see it in their movements, how raw their feelings are for each other. It’s a very natural behavior. You sound like you’ve experienced something similar.” He extended a hand towards the other, “I’m Cody, by the way.”

The bar was quiet for a Saturday night. There was the occasional wild patron and argument, but it mostly stayed at a quiet buzz. Cody sat at the bar, drinking a martini. He seemed relaxed, as if he was just sitting on his sofa at home. He was clearly comfortable in this environment. He made idle chatter with the bartender and patrons he'd met in passing before.

As his eyes scanned over the room, they settled onto a young couple in the corner. Their bodies radiated excited energy. They had to be college-aged, they seemed just happy to be inside the bar, enjoying their youth. They thought they were hidden in the shadows in the corner as they groped at each other, sharing their affections physically. Cody grinned, tapping the arm of the person beside him to get their attention. "Isn't that beautiful?" He asked, his voice soft but deep. He gestured at the couple making out in the corner. "Two people, not afraid to express their desires for each other. That's how it should be."

(DOUGLAS BOOTH, CISMALE, HE/HIM) have you seen CODY NAVARRO around icaria? they are the 26 year old son of EROS. they remind me of THE SCENT OF CINNAMON, A TIGHT EMBRACE, and PILLOW TALK. ( colin / 20 / CST / he/him)