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englandrocksWho: Paxton Carlyle and Jaxson Colt (with Liam Morgan by phone)
What: "Fever sure has got me good."
Where: En-route, Paris to NYC
When: After this and this
Shortly after checking in on their return flight from Paris to New York, it was soon announced that the flight was cancelled for some reason or another and they had to wait to be put on another flight out. If Paxton didn’t have such a splitting headache, he would probably want to let loose a string of uncharacteristic expletives. All he wanted to do was get back to New York so he could get the connecting flight up to Cape Cod to be there for Liam’s wedding ceremony. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t a ‘real’ wedding or that it was ‘small’. Liam was getting married, he wanted Paxton to be his Best Man, and Paxton didn’t care that he had to fly to Paris and back in two nights to work a fashion show he booked a year ago. For Liam, he would do it.
But his headache made the whole thing seem extra stressful and the Ibuprofen he was popping didn’t seem to be touching it. He couldn’t even blame a hangover because he hadn’t had a drink since Merlin’s wedding. He had woken up in the middle of the night feeling a little rough but he put it down to jetleg and went back to bed. He woke up with the headache and only had an espresso for breakfast hoping the caffeine would give him a bit of a boost of energy. He wasn’t usually a coffee drinker. He was born and bred in London, he was a tea snob with the best of them. But tea didn’t break through tiredness like coffee.
He and Jaxson spent two nights in London which was pretty much one luxurious hookup. They chatted for ages at Merlin and Brandon’s wedding and Jaxson asked him if he wanted to come back to the guest house he was staying at for the night. But Paxton had to take a red-eye flight back to New York City to catch his connecting flight to Paris the following morning. So, he told Jaxson he was welcome to come to Paris with him if he didn’t mind multiple timezone hops in a couple of days. And it was fun. But Paxton realised through the whole thing that he didn’t get much satisfaction out of the casual sex thing. He preferred the idea of dating, slowburn, building up to it, sex with feeling. He wondered if he had just been spoiled in is relationship with Liam and wondered while he was working at the fashion show why everyone seemed to think casual sex was awesome. It was nothing, at all, on Jaxson. He was great and it was pretty awesome sex, in essense. But it lacked something significant Paxton was obviously looking for.
( By the time they were put on another flight, Paxton was tired and relieved to just get on the damn plane... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: "Fever sure has got me good."
Where: En-route, Paris to NYC
When: After this and this
Shortly after checking in on their return flight from Paris to New York, it was soon announced that the flight was cancelled for some reason or another and they had to wait to be put on another flight out. If Paxton didn’t have such a splitting headache, he would probably want to let loose a string of uncharacteristic expletives. All he wanted to do was get back to New York so he could get the connecting flight up to Cape Cod to be there for Liam’s wedding ceremony. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t a ‘real’ wedding or that it was ‘small’. Liam was getting married, he wanted Paxton to be his Best Man, and Paxton didn’t care that he had to fly to Paris and back in two nights to work a fashion show he booked a year ago. For Liam, he would do it.
But his headache made the whole thing seem extra stressful and the Ibuprofen he was popping didn’t seem to be touching it. He couldn’t even blame a hangover because he hadn’t had a drink since Merlin’s wedding. He had woken up in the middle of the night feeling a little rough but he put it down to jetleg and went back to bed. He woke up with the headache and only had an espresso for breakfast hoping the caffeine would give him a bit of a boost of energy. He wasn’t usually a coffee drinker. He was born and bred in London, he was a tea snob with the best of them. But tea didn’t break through tiredness like coffee.
He and Jaxson spent two nights in London which was pretty much one luxurious hookup. They chatted for ages at Merlin and Brandon’s wedding and Jaxson asked him if he wanted to come back to the guest house he was staying at for the night. But Paxton had to take a red-eye flight back to New York City to catch his connecting flight to Paris the following morning. So, he told Jaxson he was welcome to come to Paris with him if he didn’t mind multiple timezone hops in a couple of days. And it was fun. But Paxton realised through the whole thing that he didn’t get much satisfaction out of the casual sex thing. He preferred the idea of dating, slowburn, building up to it, sex with feeling. He wondered if he had just been spoiled in is relationship with Liam and wondered while he was working at the fashion show why everyone seemed to think casual sex was awesome. It was nothing, at all, on Jaxson. He was great and it was pretty awesome sex, in essense. But it lacked something significant Paxton was obviously looking for.
( By the time they were put on another flight, Paxton was tired and relieved to just get on the damn plane... )
LOG, COMPLETE