latino_menace | OOM: Black tie evening

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OOM: Black tie evening

So, it hasn't been the best vacation so far. It had had potential, and then it had sucked. But Ramon is determined that the time away isn't going to be a complete waste - and he's rather good at sweeping emotion under the rug and ignoring it, when he wants to.

And so, the sight in their dingy little motel room is rather innocuous. The place is more used to seeing hookers and junkies - but tonight, it gets two men getting ready to go out and dressing in tuxedos.

If the good mood is a little forced, then Ramon hopes it'll be better once they're out. Is determined to try.

'Nearly ready?'

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He looks at it, and winces.

"No. It makes me feel like the walls are closing in."

He can't reach for Ramon's hand, he tells himself. Can't.

Ramon has another drink and glances at him.

'Yeah.'

The pause feels somewhat awkward to him, so he moves on to the next.

'This one better?'

A child's face, a girl, laughing. The block it sits in is completely square. From the back, it just looks like a block of stone. There's just the one side that has expression, everything else is blank.

"It depends. I don't know. She's either content within her prison, which is a little morbid, or she's protected."

He angles his head.

"I... think it's nice."

He wonders, for a moment, why Random has prisons on the brain. And escape. Then he wonders if he's just being paranoid.

And then he considers that if Random likes it, he must have gone with the thought that she was protected. Which is better, isn't it?

He glances back at the first one, of the woman that Random likes.

'Yeah. It's OK.

...I'll be right back, I have to find the bathroom. Won't be long.'

"Come back fast, please? My spanish just isn't that good, not with the dialect thrown in."

He doesn't tear his eyes away from the laughing face.

"Je t'aime."

'Et tu.'

So much.

'I'll be quick.'

But he doesn't head for the bathroom. Not at first, anyway. He walks back to the reception hall and makes a few discreet enquiries - si Senor, this is an exhibition, not part of the museum's normal display. Yes indeed Senor, all items are for sale. ...I'll pass that on. Muchos gracias, Senor - and then makes his way back to Random.

'Sorry, queue. Everything OK?'

By the time he's back, Random has drifted back to the woman and is smiling at her.

"She's reaching for her lover. Can't you see it? She can almost touch him now, that's why she's smiling."

He stands close to him and doesn't say anything. But his hand moves, just a little, and a finger curls gently round one of Random's. A light squeeze, and it's gone.

'I see it.'

Whistfully;

"I wish we were allowed cameras in here. We'd better move away. I want to kiss you."

'Come on. We'll wander around. Bound to be somewhere quiet where no one will appear for a few minutes.'

He wants to kiss Random too. When doesn't he? But now even more than usual.

“I know the place.”

Random sets off with a smile, a purpose in mind. Further into the older section, past the fashionable young couples looking at women, past the old professors looking at the renaissance things.

Good art galleries always have a couple of off-rooms with one big thing on the wall. This one’s no different. There’s a screen, with a projection of water on it. Rushing over a waterfall, then down a brook, an audiovisual piece that holds no ones interest for more than a few seconds.

After the champagne drinking woman who was in there before them loses interest and walks off, they’re alone.

Ramon forces himself to stand still while the woman is there, an while she walks away. Even for a moment after she's gone - though it's a very brief moment. And then he's turning, sliding arms round Random's waist and tugging him near.

'You OK?'

And kissing him. Of course he kisses him. Soft and deep because it's always the hardest thing in the world, not to be able to touch him when he wants to.

His fingers wrap tight through Ramon's hair, and his kiss is a little bit desperate.

I miss you, says the stroke of one hand up Ramon's back.

For now, he just kisses him more.

Ramon's arms keep him close, not planning on letting him go, not when he feels the hint of desperation, the hand moving on his back. And kisses him back, always.

Random yanks away at the sound of approaching footsteps, and is on the other side of the room by the time the middle aged man walks into the small space.

He doesn't suspect anything. Probably.

Probably. Unless the look on Ramon's face is anything to go by. It's a bit worried, a bit turned on, a bit sad. The guy can probably see it because he turns away from Random to hide it from him, going to lean against the back wall instead. It's impossible to feign interest in the screen, but he couldn't care less about that anyway.

"I want to go somewhere else. Out back. Please, get me out back."

Part of it is said in Thari. It doesn't matter, it'll be alright.

"Or upstairs. Anything. As soon as they unveil it, please."

Turned away, in a darkened room with lights coming from a screen and a strange language he doesn't understand reaching his ears. Only he does, because it's Random and it's them.

The guy in the middle of the room is looking from one to the other, confused and aware he's walked into something here. Ramon ignores him and looks back at Random, seeing only him.

'Come on.'

They can go anywhere. He doesn't care. Being around other people is just a bad thing at this moment in time.

Random nods politely to the man, and gives him a studied, empty smile that reassures him perfectly, as it was meant to.

This time when Random leads him off, it's further back into the museum. Where there's nothing but religious scenes, and old pieces of carved wood, taken down from old buildings.

There are only a few people here, and one washroom, which Random goes into quickly.

It's quiet. And it's a relief to be away from where people are drinking champagne and laughing as they make comversation that means nothing. He passes the few that are wandering here without noticing them, just follows Random without thought.

Once he and Ramon are safly inside the bathroom (empty) he cheats a bit and has the door simply lock.

The moment it clicks shut his arms fly around him and he kisses him miserably, as though he's drowning.

Ramon holds onto him tightly, returns the kiss in exactly the same way, unable to feel anything good from it but needing it all the same.

He breaks it when he needs to breathe, resting their foreheads together and trying to get level again.

'I'm sorry. I wanted this to be a good night. I'm sorry.'

“I didn’t know you spoke any French.”

Je t’aime.

Random leans in, shallow breaths making his chest rise and fall rapidly against Ramon’s, smile slipping into place with the proximity.

“It’s fine. I just need you. Can we make it a gay bar after dinner?”

It's not fine. I'm not fine.

'Sure. We can find one, it won't be hard.'

He kisses Random again gently and then just holds him close, cheek to cheek, speaking quietly next to his ear.

'Everyone knows what 'I love you' in French is. And I know a few words, that's all. Maybe I should learn.'

It will be. I have you. I love you.

"Thanks. Somehow, I can't bear the thought of anything else."

He nuzzles a little closer.

"I feel like the woman in the rock out there, when I have to be around those people. So close. But still held away. Fucking homophobic society."

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