When the unexpected visits...

[Reeve]

Reeve had just made a pot of tea when he heard the growl and frustration in Paulie's voice. Pouring two cups, he carried them into the other room. "Welcome home?" Holding out a teacup to his lover, he allowed himself a moment of just appreciation, looking at Paulie with love and warmth. "What's wrong, love?" He'd tell him about Red coming. Sure. Once he was calm, and feeling better.

[Master_Rollipolly]

He took the cup, sitting it down on the coffee table and running his hand through his hair, pulling his bangs back until the flipped back to their normal state. "It's nothing, just some things with work and all..." He murmured leaning against the couch. ".....I think I need a shower." He stood up and looked at him with a pleading smile. "Wanna join me?..." He asked after a short moment, remembering that that wasn't the norm around here. Red would normally just invite himself into Paulie's showers, but that was okay, it was a little annoying at times but still okay. Here, two people in shower meant sex...normally, which was also okay, but sex wasn't exactly the best way to get over a hard day. He did miss Red, but he loved Reeve too, and he tried to pretend he didn't miss him so much, not saying he suceeded but at least he tried.
He held out his hand still offering. "...want to?"

[Reeve]

Usually, that invitation would make Reeve's mind immediately go to sex. Today though, he took Paulie's hand gently, squeezing it lightly. "Yeah, you look like you need some time to relax." Pulling the smaller blond into a hug, he held him for a second before letting go, looking down at him. "I love you. And I'm sorry you had a rough day." His fingers unconsciously held onto his lover's, rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb. "Let's get you showered, then I'll make you dinner?" He wanted to say, 'I have something to tell you.' Needed to say 'We've got to talk.' But he didn't want to badly enough to worry Paulie any more.

[Master_Rollipolly]

Paulie smiled, the strength in him seemed to return a little, it was enough to hold back the angry tears forming in his eyes for now and he leaned on him, the lump in his throat still difficult to swallow. "I love you too" He whimpered, hiding his face in the wrinkles of his shirt. *I'm sorry I'm taking this out on you..." His words were choppy, the urge to cry out of frustration was getting stronger again. "Thankyou Love..." He looked up at him, smiling softly, biting down hard on the inside of his mouth to fight back the tears. Right now, he truely hated his father.

[Reeve]

Reeve wrapped his arms around Paulie, then lifted him to carry him upstairs. He turned on the hot water in the shower, letting it run as he gently undressed the smaller man and himself. Under the spray, he soaped Paulie's body slowly, massaging his shoulders and neck. Every touch was a caress, loving rather than sexual, offering comfort.

As the water cooled, Reeve stepped out, wrapping a towel around himself and lifting Paulie's robe from the back of the door. "Wrap up, and come downstairs when you're ready, okay? I want to take care of you tonight."

[Master_Rollipolly]

Paulie let Reeve do what he wanted, leaning on him, enjoying the warmth of his affection. The water was nice, and relaxing, as was his tender love and the sound of his voice when he spoke. He felt so lucky to be with him, any man or woman would be lucky to have a guy like Reeve, so sweet, and caring and handsome to boot. He smiled, taking the robe and wraping sliding it on, pulling the sash tightly around his waist and giving Reeve a light kiss on the lips before he disappeared down the stairs.

The only sounds he could hear were the blowing of the hairdryer and the cloudy thoughts in his mind. He was so lucky to be with a guy like Reeve, handsome face, sexy body, beautiful qualities, wonderful personality, a great family...so why is it he couldn't stop thinking about Red. He pondered these thoughts...trying to come to a different conclusion than the one he'd been previously reaching.

[Reeve]

Reeve took his time making dinner, brooding a little as he did. He knew how Paulie felt about Red, and he told himself that whatever made Paulie happy, he'd accept. That didn't mean that he wasn't a little jealous, angry, and maybe just a hair on the possessive side. It just meant that he could tell Paulie about Red coming to their home and not hide anything. He set the table, a steaming pot of his homemade spaghetti sauce and fresh bread in the center, hot noodles in a bowl beside them. "Diner est servi, mon amour..."

[Master_Rollipolly]

"Merci cheri.." he smiled coming down the stairs after getting dressed. He seemed to be in a better mood, trying to forget about his father as much as he could. He walked over to the table, giving Reeve a quick kiss on the cheek and two on the lips before taking his seat. "I'm sorry baby....I just...well, I really hate that man..." He grumbled, failing to completly forget about his father at the moment. "anywho....how was your day, better than mine I hope.." He didn't want an akward feeling to swim in the air during the lovely dinner that Reev had made for him.

[Reeve]

"It was all right. I...had an unexpected visitor," Reeve murmured, serving Paulie a plateful of food. Fixing himself a plate, he stared at the noodles he twirled up onto his plate, letting them spill back onto the pile in a slithery heap. His stomach twisted at the thought of really eating. "Red. When I came home he was asleep on our couch. He... wants to talk to you." He couldn't even meet Paulie's gaze, sucking a single noodle into his mouth. The sauce tasted like paste to him.

[Master_Rollipolly]

Paulie froze for a moment, the sound of Red's name striking more thoughts in his head, thoughts he'd hoped were pushed far enough into the back of his mind he'd forget them soon. He twirled the fork in the pile of noodles on his plate, making sure to get up enough sauce for his taste. "Oh?" he asked casually, feeling Reeve's discomfort. "He.....didn't hurt you again......did he?" He placed his hand over Reeve's asking him truely worried.

[Reeve]

"No, no, nothing like that." Reeve turned his hand palm-up to hold Paulie's fingers in his. "He just... wanted to talk to you. He... he misses you, Paulie." Lifting their hands, he pressed a kiss to the back of the blond's fingers. "And he looked pretty bad..."

[Master_Rollipolly]

He smiled a little, a weary, rememering smile. "...heh....that....hard-headed fool was always pushing himself to the limit. Sometimes, he'd even be willing to loose half the blood in his body just to get something done...if he wanted it bad enough, or sometimes not even then." He looked down at the plate, twisting the fork in the red splattered noodles, simply rearranging them on the plate. "Once...he, almost caused a four-car pileup, got himself shot, and then suffered 3rd degree burns getting me a birthday present....he makes me so worried sometimes." He looked down at his lap, his eyes scanning over the designs in the napkin, trying to ignore the feeling in his stomach.

[Reeve]

Reeve sighed inwardly, but gave Paulie a small smile. He released his hand to fiddle with the tablecloth for a moment. "Yeah. He seems like he always gets what he wants, no matter the cost." His eyes slid from Paulie's face, looking anywhere but at the Frenchman. He wouldn't say what he was thinking... it was painful to even think it.

[Master_Rollipolly]

"Well.....not always." He ate another forkful of spagetti, and pulled out his phone, sending a quick text. He waited a moment, for the response and then sat the phone down. "Well, if he wants to talk then he'll have to come back, he's staying somewhere and he'll be there until he gets better, whether through his choice or not, now baby, I meant to tell you, your mother called me at work and she wanted to have dinner again not tomorrow but the day after, I told her I'd talk to you and make sure work wasn't in the way, is that okay with you or should we just hold off until saturday." He could tell that Reeve was upset, and he hated seeing him like that, so he tried his best to change the subject, for Reeve and himself as well.

[ShadesofGrey]

It had been about two and a half weeks since the day of Red's depature from Europe that he was now returning, he had gotten much better, regained a bit of weight and maybe a bit more muscle, if that was really possible. He had shaved a bit, leaving his scruffy stubble and looked a hell of a lot better than he did so long ago. He held high hopes along with something in his hand, it wasn't anything special but it did belong to the Blue agent and he would return it one way or another. Samuel had talked a bunch of since into his thick headed skull and he was determined to get what he wanted.