"Means big everywhere else." There's a cock joke somewhere, what with the tiny cups of coffee but he can't quite pull together the words to make it.
Cesare is close now. He smells of brandy and long nights. Alex squints at him over the glass, then shifts the glass to his lap.
"Not your god's maybe. Mine's a regular fucktard of a joker." Cesare's lips are still cold from their morning walk. Lips thin, Alex raises an eyebrow at him, then puckers his lips to a kiss, laconic twist to his mouth like it's the tail end of a joke. He hooks a leg around Cesare's knee, trapping him close.
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Date: 2008-12-31 06:42 am (UTC)Cesare is close now. He smells of brandy and long nights. Alex squints at him over the glass, then shifts the glass to his lap.
"Not your god's maybe. Mine's a regular fucktard of a joker." Cesare's lips are still cold from their morning walk. Lips thin, Alex raises an eyebrow at him, then puckers his lips to a kiss, laconic twist to his mouth like it's the tail end of a joke. He hooks a leg around Cesare's knee, trapping him close.