Tony kisses Gene, and Gene... does nothing. He neither accepts nor rejects the advance; Tony might as well be kissing the wall.
Tony drops his hand to Gene's hip, shifts a little closer, and makes a small questioning noise in the back of his throat. Still no reaction. Despair wells up, twisting in Tony's stomach. This was stupid, stupid. Why would he expect Gene to reciprocate? He's a slave, and Tony's his master. Of course he'd act like he likes Tony. He'll do anything Tony tells him to do - but that doesn't mean he'll enjoy it. And Tony's just another rich bastard who takes what he wants without regard for anyone else. That's what everyone's always telling him. He's not surprised they're right.
Tony breaks off the kiss and hides his face in the crook of Gene's neck, breathing hard. He stays like that for a few seconds, pathetically hoping that Gene will still return some show of affection.
He doesn't. Obviously.
"Goddammit." Tony abruptly pushes himself away from Gene and stomps to his room, fleeing before he can make things any worse. In his room, he strips off his clothes, leaving them in careless heaps on the floor, and stumbles into bed. If he's lucky, maybe the alcohol will knock him out and he won't stay up the whole night hating himself.
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Tony drops his hand to Gene's hip, shifts a little closer, and makes a small questioning noise in the back of his throat. Still no reaction. Despair wells up, twisting in Tony's stomach. This was stupid, stupid. Why would he expect Gene to reciprocate? He's a slave, and Tony's his master. Of course he'd act like he likes Tony. He'll do anything Tony tells him to do - but that doesn't mean he'll enjoy it. And Tony's just another rich bastard who takes what he wants without regard for anyone else. That's what everyone's always telling him. He's not surprised they're right.
Tony breaks off the kiss and hides his face in the crook of Gene's neck, breathing hard. He stays like that for a few seconds, pathetically hoping that Gene will still return some show of affection.
He doesn't. Obviously.
"Goddammit." Tony abruptly pushes himself away from Gene and stomps to his room, fleeing before he can make things any worse. In his room, he strips off his clothes, leaving them in careless heaps on the floor, and stumbles into bed. If he's lucky, maybe the alcohol will knock him out and he won't stay up the whole night hating himself.