God, the stories I could tell about this. The way they're kind of mirrors of each other in a general sort of way, not really, because Tony is fifteen years older and has a shell built around his heart. And the kind of bizarre, detached pleasure that Tony gets from seeing the kid get flabbergasted at the trappings of being ridiculously rich and flashy. Normally, it annoys him when people are amazed by the fancy hotel room, the fancy view, the private elevator, the champagne in a bucket -- but this kid, not so much. And Tony, standing there, unbuttoning his cuffs and shirt, getting ready to fuck, and watching the kid wander through the suite with eyes as big as fifty-cent pieces.
It makes him happy, and for the life of him, he can't figure out why.
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Date: 2008-06-22 06:37 pm (UTC)God, the stories I could tell about this. The way they're kind of mirrors of each other in a general sort of way, not really, because Tony is fifteen years older and has a shell built around his heart. And the kind of bizarre, detached pleasure that Tony gets from seeing the kid get flabbergasted at the trappings of being ridiculously rich and flashy. Normally, it annoys him when people are amazed by the fancy hotel room, the fancy view, the private elevator, the champagne in a bucket -- but this kid, not so much. And Tony, standing there, unbuttoning his cuffs and shirt, getting ready to fuck, and watching the kid wander through the suite with eyes as big as fifty-cent pieces.
It makes him happy, and for the life of him, he can't figure out why.