[ Nothing about this life falls anywhere close to where he thought he might be years ago. Young and bright eyed, he'd thrown himself at tests and scholarships, landing his place among the favored few at the New York Academy of Art. But here, sitting across the table from this odd, very European man, feels almost like what life might have been like had he graduated, had it made it past his freshman year.
Would he be on coffee dates with affluent men out of want and not necessity? For now, he allows himself to live in that little fantasy, to soak up the warmth streaming in through the window and find a touch of comfort in their banter. Already Zemo is so far beyond what his regulars usually require that it hardly feels like work at all. It's dangerous, though, to let Steve Rogers bleed into the already gray, blurred lines of the escort called Steven. All the same, he hums in response, looking up thoughtfully, imagining the grapes and everything that might follow a romantic little brunch spot like that. ]
I insisted on feeding you grapes, of course. [ A small grin, and he leans his chin into his palm. Fixing his eyes on the line of Zemo's jaw, he lets the blue of them track the curve to his plush lips. He doesn't even try to hide it. ] But I guess the real question is whether you could wait until we got home. I think I recall the brunch spot had themed bathrooms. Maybe I was worried you'd call Michelangelo's name instead of mine.
[ Despite the sultry wag of his eyebrows, Steve can't help but nearly giggle at the image of it. ] I think we should probably keep those details to ourselves. At least until someone catches us in the act. Optional doors make things more exciting.
[ The only thing this business has done for him is just that: a confidence in his body that he would never have had. Being sickly growing up, being so frail and weak certainly did nothing for his confidence. And while being an escort knocks him down a few rungs in its own right, Steve feels comfortable in his own skin. Being with so many people, playing so many roles for others, its only helped define who he is in the fray. Better than most can say. ]
So it looks like we've both got a reputation here and there. But I am a gentleman, you're right. I very much enjoy kissing, to the point I'm usually too busy with it to do the telling. So I'll let you keep your secrets.
[ He sighs, amused, his smile bright and dimpling his cheeks. ]
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Would he be on coffee dates with affluent men out of want and not necessity? For now, he allows himself to live in that little fantasy, to soak up the warmth streaming in through the window and find a touch of comfort in their banter. Already Zemo is so far beyond what his regulars usually require that it hardly feels like work at all. It's dangerous, though, to let Steve Rogers bleed into the already gray, blurred lines of the escort called Steven. All the same, he hums in response, looking up thoughtfully, imagining the grapes and everything that might follow a romantic little brunch spot like that. ]
I insisted on feeding you grapes, of course. [ A small grin, and he leans his chin into his palm. Fixing his eyes on the line of Zemo's jaw, he lets the blue of them track the curve to his plush lips. He doesn't even try to hide it. ] But I guess the real question is whether you could wait until we got home. I think I recall the brunch spot had themed bathrooms. Maybe I was worried you'd call Michelangelo's name instead of mine.
[ Despite the sultry wag of his eyebrows, Steve can't help but nearly giggle at the image of it. ] I think we should probably keep those details to ourselves. At least until someone catches us in the act. Optional doors make things more exciting.
[ The only thing this business has done for him is just that: a confidence in his body that he would never have had. Being sickly growing up, being so frail and weak certainly did nothing for his confidence. And while being an escort knocks him down a few rungs in its own right, Steve feels comfortable in his own skin. Being with so many people, playing so many roles for others, its only helped define who he is in the fray. Better than most can say. ]
So it looks like we've both got a reputation here and there. But I am a gentleman, you're right. I very much enjoy kissing, to the point I'm usually too busy with it to do the telling. So I'll let you keep your secrets.
[ He sighs, amused, his smile bright and dimpling his cheeks. ]
They'll never know what hit them.