(( LOG : the wall has fallen ))

[downplaying]

[Characters:] Vincent & Claude
[Date:] 03.06.2010
[Summary:] You don't get closer than this. Not to anyone. Not to yourself.
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[Claude is sitting up in bed, popped up against the headboard with a (still unpublished) book in his lap - a poetry collection that Didier has sent his way for a friendly review before it hits the streets. He reads over the various contributions with a slight frown on his face, concentration drowning out all other thoughts than those concerning the poetic composition of a French-Senegalese vocabulary.

He saw his doctor yesterday, though, did Claude - to hear the results of the various tests and blood work he's had done over the past couple of weeks. All clean, of course. Not that he'd expected anything but, but even so. Some things aren't worth throwing caution to the winds for and STDs definitely count amongst them.

Besides, if he's (they're) going to start practicing unprotected sex... It better not be on Vincent's account.]

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[justcrywolf]

[He finishes in the bathroom, hanging the towel to dry on the rack and shutting the door behind him. It's been a pretty ordinary Friday, really, if you leave out the fact that all his results from the doctor came back negative. He's had STDs, of course, years back - it's hard to avoid, even if you use a condom more or less religiously. But the past couple of years, he's been... careful. With Claude, too.

Pausing by the bed, he looks Claude over for a moment. Trying to imagine what it'll be like, finally to... well. He's never had any problems using a condom, reduced sensations or not. Actually, he's never done anything (or anyone) without it. It's going to be like a whole new fucking world.]