milliways_bar OOM: Vegas, baby.

[bloodyrockgod]

Las Vegas.

At certain times of day the Strip appears nearly deserted; at others, cars move a crawl and the sidewalks are packed with people looking for an endless variety of a good time.

It's never cold in Las Vegas--it's just varying degrees of hot. The grand hotels cast shadows and there are fountains up and down the Strip, though few are intended to cool off the tourists as much as amuse them. There are few places to just sit and watch the city go past: the intention is to bring you inside, to gamble and shop and take in a show or two.

It's a strange city, of long nights and slow days, and there's a nervy sort of energy brought by vast amounts of money changing hands, of celebrities getting away for a wild night, of lives changing with a roll of the dice.

It's a perfect city, though, for a pair of dreamers to celebrate each other. Whether they take the High Octane option of Charlie's plans or the Lazy Day option, it's good just to be here, together.

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[bloodyrockgod]

"There are shops downstairs. You could even get a designer suit of you wanted." He hops up and starts pulling on his clothes. "Thanks to my lucky streak at the gaming tables." He grins at Darien and tosses his jeans at him.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"Lucky streak?"

Grin.

"Shame I missed it. Must have been at the slot machines when that happened."

He catches the jeans and starts tugging them up.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yeah, it was quite mysterious." He pulls his shirt over his head and starts singing, "'Luck, let a gentleman see what kinda dame you can be--"

Really, it's all he can do not to start jumping on the bed.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"--I know the way you've treated other guys you've been with, Luck, be a lady with me."

Accompanied by his shirt being tucked down...and an impromptu roundhouse that lands a foot or so from Charlie.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie does a kung fu pose in response and grabs the cashier's check to stuff it in his back pocket.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

And he is given a laughing kiss for his prize before Darien lopes out of the room, bouncing.







He's never been to a water park. Not really on the training-to-be-a-thief class trip list.

[bloodyrockgod]

The Wet and Wild water park in Las Vegas is considered one of the top ten in the world, and it's crowded with kids running and couples snuggling and soaked tourists everywhere.

Charlie, in his new swimsuit, lays down his towel on a chair and takes out the bottle of sunblock. He makes puppy eyes at Darien. "Do my back?"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He chuckles.

"No puppy eyes necessary, baby. Besides, considering the melt job you did on me one day, I think I owe you the back massage."

[bloodyrockgod]

"A back rub will put me to sleep and I want to play," he says airily and puts the tube into his hand hand. "Save it for when I'm tense or summat, yeah?"

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

"If I must, I must."

That being said, he certainly takes his time with the lotion, slipping it along with soft strokes of fingers and long smooth slides of palm and even a kiss to the back of the neck to finish.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie enjoys it, his eyes closed, smiling. "Mmm, attention . . ." He looks at Darien over his shoulder. "Turn. You next."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Eyebrowraise, but he turns and holds out the tube.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie gives as good as he got, making sure every inch of Darien's back is covered in sunblock, lingering particularly in his favorite places like the dimples just above Darien's ass.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

And Darien much appreciates.

"We're gonna slide off of the bed, you know that, right?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"If we're not worn out from the slides." He stands and kisses the top of Darien's head. "Come on, come on, let's play."

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Darien nods, catching the enthusiasm, and bounds off towards the first ride.

[bloodyrockgod]

The lines are long and the day is hot, but the rides are fun, the water is cold and they have each other--to tease, to joke with, to show off for, to splash around with.

By the end of the evening as the sun's going down, they're waterlogged and a little brusied, and perhaps a bit pink in places where they missed the sunblock, but happy.

In the taxi ride back to the hotel he kisses the top of Darien's head and thinks with great satisfaction, This was a perfect day.