Pictures of Vegas pt. 2
Jonathan thought about the last time he had been in Vegas. It had started as a work trip but it turned into something more.
"Some people will have Paris, but we'll always have Las Vegas." Deep laughter punctuated every sentence.
Jonathan grinned like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. He didn't like public displays of affection, but he let his companion hold his hand. They stumbled down the strip, pausing now and then to exchange a drunken kiss.
Michael paused in front of the Paris hotel. "I hate this one. The skyline ceiling inside creeps me out. It really messes with your perspective."
Jonathan shrugged and lit a cigarette. "Let the tourists have their faux Paris. This is as close to the city that some of them will ever get."
"Sometimes you come across as a snob. You're not, but you act like one. Most of you creative types usually have that same arrogance."
Jonathan studied the dizzying crowd walking up and down the strip. So many people walking fast like they had somewhere to go. All the casinos had the same amenities, the same tired dealers, the same clubs with thumping bass and sweating singles. He thought about taking a few candids, but he imagined that all the shots would look the same. Boring.
"Earth to Jonathan. There you go again in a world of your own."
"Sorry." He grinned. He liked that Michael was almost as tall as he was. He liked to look into his big green eyes.
Michael leaned forward, pressing his lips against Jonathan's earlobe. "Did you bring your camera with you?"
"Of course." Jonathan felt naked without his equipment. Ever since he was a teenager, he carried a camera wherever he went. He was lucky to turn his passion into a decent freelance career.
"I need to update my portfolio soon." Michael licked his bottom lip. "Why don't we make a trade? Service for service?"
Jonathan stared at his moist lower lip. He fought the urge to suck it into his mouth. "Why don't we go back to the hotel and we can discuss a suitable arrangement?"
Jonathan wanted that night to last forever. Each kiss brought shivers down his spine. He could spend all night admiring Michael's firm muscles and hard thighs. He loved to play with his baby fine, brown hair.
He didn't tell Michael about his early morning flight. He couldn't do the tearful goodbye. He thought about leaving a note on the pillow, but he thought that was too melodramatic. With a last soft kiss on the cheek, he said goodbye to Michael and to Las Vegas.
To Be Continued...
"Some people will have Paris, but we'll always have Las Vegas." Deep laughter punctuated every sentence.
Jonathan grinned like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. He didn't like public displays of affection, but he let his companion hold his hand. They stumbled down the strip, pausing now and then to exchange a drunken kiss.
Michael paused in front of the Paris hotel. "I hate this one. The skyline ceiling inside creeps me out. It really messes with your perspective."
Jonathan shrugged and lit a cigarette. "Let the tourists have their faux Paris. This is as close to the city that some of them will ever get."
"Sometimes you come across as a snob. You're not, but you act like one. Most of you creative types usually have that same arrogance."
Jonathan studied the dizzying crowd walking up and down the strip. So many people walking fast like they had somewhere to go. All the casinos had the same amenities, the same tired dealers, the same clubs with thumping bass and sweating singles. He thought about taking a few candids, but he imagined that all the shots would look the same. Boring.
"Earth to Jonathan. There you go again in a world of your own."
"Sorry." He grinned. He liked that Michael was almost as tall as he was. He liked to look into his big green eyes.
Michael leaned forward, pressing his lips against Jonathan's earlobe. "Did you bring your camera with you?"
"Of course." Jonathan felt naked without his equipment. Ever since he was a teenager, he carried a camera wherever he went. He was lucky to turn his passion into a decent freelance career.
"I need to update my portfolio soon." Michael licked his bottom lip. "Why don't we make a trade? Service for service?"
Jonathan stared at his moist lower lip. He fought the urge to suck it into his mouth. "Why don't we go back to the hotel and we can discuss a suitable arrangement?"
Jonathan wanted that night to last forever. Each kiss brought shivers down his spine. He could spend all night admiring Michael's firm muscles and hard thighs. He loved to play with his baby fine, brown hair.
He didn't tell Michael about his early morning flight. He couldn't do the tearful goodbye. He thought about leaving a note on the pillow, but he thought that was too melodramatic. With a last soft kiss on the cheek, he said goodbye to Michael and to Las Vegas.
To Be Continued...
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