John

[fawnthefae]

He had found his mortal kin. He hadn't even known he might have mortal kin, but when Fawn had wandered into the building with the enticing music and cheap chicken wings, he had been struck by the sight of mortals who felt like his own. They wore little clothing and spun elegantly on tall polls, coaxing coin from the fools who got too near.

Kin. They were kin.

He sat and ate wings as he watched them work, until one finally came over to say hello. She was very tall and mostly muscle, but soft in places men often liked. Her eyes were hazel and her smile sweet, and she smiled as she sat across from him.

"You are really here for the food, huh?" she smiled. "You know the wings across the street are better, sweetheart."

"I came for food, I stayed to watch the sirens work. You are all talented, many will go home broke tonight," Fawn assured her, prompting her to laugh again.

"I like you," she grinned.

"Thank you," Fawn smiled. "I like how you all dance. I would like to learn."

The woman laughed again, then nodded, tossing her ginger hair back behind her shoulders. "Well, we don't have boys in dancing here, I'm afraid, but I do know someone who'd looking for guys. He'd love you. Catch is, he'd want you to be good on a pole before he took you on. You'd have to find lessons... Or do what I did. Get a pole and watch a lot of videos."

They talked for a while, and when Fawn left, he felt renewed. Inspired. He had found his new art.

Walking into the flat, he dropped his coat and announced, "I require a pole for dancing, and access to a tube for mortal videos. A you-tube, they call it."

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[petty_dabbler]

"If only everyone were so easy to please," he smiled. He really needed to step away, he was already stirring behind his fly.

"Want a beer?" John asked and turned away before Fawn could notice.

[fawnthefae]

"Yes, I want beer, and food, and then sex. Why do we leave the bed when people will bring us meals and we can lay in one another's arms?" Fawn asked, bouncing just a little.

[petty_dabbler]

"Eating in bed is how you get ants," John said, carrying the bottles to Fawn and offering him one.

[fawnthefae]

"I like ants, they are small and work hard," Fawn said, taking the drink and sipping.

[petty_dabbler]

"They don't need to work hard in bed," he laughed, carrying his beer to the sofa where he clicked on the TV and took out his phone.

Anything to distract himself from thoughts of Fawn on a pole.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn instantly settled in close, nearly in John's lap as he curled up beside him.

"They might be though," the fae noted.

[petty_dabbler]

John slipped his arm around him, sure he could keep it together until after they ate.

He laid his phone down and tipped his chin to fee Fawn.

"No ants," he said.

[fawnthefae]

"If we had a cat, there would be no ants," The fae grinned.

[petty_dabbler]

"No cat, either," he said, sternly as he could manage. "I don't want to get tossed out. I like this flat."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn pouted, but didn't argue.

"Fine," he huffed.

[petty_dabbler]

"If it didn't get in the window, she'd never know. But you can't stop a cat," he explained gently.

[fawnthefae]

"I guess," Fawn agreed with a sigh.

[petty_dabbler]

"I could get you a plant," he offered.

[fawnthefae]

"No, that's okay," Fawn said. "I don't wish to grow a plant."

[petty_dabbler]

"What about a fish?" John offered weakly. He could tell Fawn was disappointed and he could barely stand it.

[fawnthefae]

"Fish are for eating," Fawn replied, stretching and then purring as he curled up against John a bit more.

[petty_dabbler]

"Speaking of eating..."

John checked his phone.

"Oh, shit," he sighed and tapped a button. "Delayed at restaurant. I wonder how much longer it'll be. Can't have you starving to death..."

[fawnthefae]

"Yes, I might devour you," the fae grinned, giving John's shoulder a playful bite through his shirt.

[petty_dabbler]

"Hey, hey! No biting!" John exclaimed.

He wasn't going to admit that the warmth of his breath through his shirt it made him ache to feel Fawn's lips against bare skin.

"I have some cheese," he offered. "Unless you ate it..."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn just giggled.

"I can wait," he assured John. "Your cheese survives."

[petty_dabbler]

"Here. Pick something," he said as he passed Fawn the remote.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn clicked and clicked, eventually settling on a shopping network that was selling a vacuum.

"We should buy that," he said, instantly swayed by the host.

[petty_dabbler]

"What for?" John asked, only partly paying attention. If he focused on the news, he didn't obsess over how good, how natural it felt to have the fae curled tight to his ribs.

[fawnthefae]

"I dunno. It sounds cool," Fawn shrugged, falling silent as he let himself window shop.

[petty_dabbler]

"My mum had one of those," he said after a few items had been shown. "It's a vacuum sealer. You put your food in, it sucks all the air out, and keeps it fresh," John chatted.