Porn and Sheet Music

[roderichedelstein]

As fun as it was to write his own sheet music to play, there were those times where it was more beneficial to play someone else's work, preferably one of the master's. Chopin, Liszt; Liszt wasn't German or Austrian but he was truly a master of the piano. The best Hungarian composer he'd ever had the pleasure of playing too.

There didn't seem to be a music store in this town. At least, he hadn't managed to find one while he was wandering around town. That probably wasn't the best way to describe the situation; there were music stores, but none of them had instruments or sheet music. It was the kind that stocked CDs and such.

Along the way through his random path through the city he came across a bookstore. It wasn't one of the typical big-chain bookstores, it was more one of the small mom and pop like ones. In the back of his mind he thought that maybe, just maybe, they might have sheet music there. Smaller stores like that tended to stock things that weren't considered normal for bookstores more often. He walked into the store and was immediately assaulted by the smell of books, a similar smell to sheet music but different.

The bookstore seemed bigger on the inside than it was on the outside though. Bigger spaces tended not to be good for him. He always got lost in them. At least in supermarkets there were signs to tell him where to find the vegetables, fruit, cake, etc. Bookstores didn't have that advantage. If he wasn't going to find sheet music he may be able to find recipe books. Where there were recipe books, there were recipe books for cakes.

These shelves were in desperate need of labeling. It seemed that all of the books were mixed up in alphabetization, genre, size. Only one section seemed the least bit consistent and since that consistency shined like a beacon he gravitated towards it. He picked a book off the shelf and opened to a random page.

'She held the crop in her hand and used the end of it to lift the spent man's head. "I'm not done with you yet." She spoke with an almost cruel smirk. It sent a shiver down his spine.'

... It sent a shiver down his spine too. Oh my... he couldn't stop reading.

[rintin]

Gilbert Beilschmidt – The most awesome guy in the universe – Was happily writing down his thoughts in his trusty notebook when he realized that he had just run out of pages to finish his awesome adventures in! Well, that simply wouldn’t do. It kind of irked him that he got interrupted right before he even got to the best part!

He shut the journal with a snap and promptly shoved the book under his bed. Time for a bookstore run. At the very least, it would go quick. The old couple that ran the place had started keeping journals in stock for him since he was such an awesome and loyal customer. He could buy journals anywhere, sure. But he liked the ones they had. Hardback and easily disguised. Just what he wanted! After all, he didn’t want anyone reading the diaries of awesome and stealing his life to make a movie out of it or something. Certainly not!

He truly believed that his muddled thoughts and ramblings about his pranks and daily life would be quite the popular movie. He didn’t understand why people thought it wouldn’t be! That was just the sort of person he was though. Oblivious about himself, but surprisingly observant to the outside world. People might think him an idiot, but Gilbert was actually rather intelligent in certain areas. No one would guess that such a slacker made pretty good grades in school after all.

He whistled as he walked, his hands shoved in his pockets as he made his way up the stairs and into the familiar shop. He breathed in the smell of paper and the hint of dust, wiggling his nose a bit when he almost sneezed. He loved this place. “Hey Grandma! Pops! You here?” When no one answered, he assumed that they were in the back or helping out another customer. “Well…suppose I can browse a bit while I wait.”

With that thought in mind, he poked around the isles until he ended up in the adult section. Without anyone to scold him for being here, he greedily picked up a magazine to stare at. He grinned at his luck, but that was before he noticed the other teen in the area. He blinked, looking between the magazine and the other before setting the magazine back. His curiosity was getting the better of him. That bookish kid looked like he didn’t belong over here…but then again, even nerds had to get their jollies somehow.

“Oi~” He cooed, leaning over the other’s shoulder to stare at the book. “What’cha readin’ glasses?”
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[roderichedelstein]

He was only on the third page when he heard someone yell in the store. Really, some people just didn't know how to behave. There was no need to shout, though it seemed like the person was either familiar with the owners or had lost an elderly person or two. A scoff came from him before he returned to this highly engrossing book.

It was a bit shameful to want to keep reading this novel; it was worse that he had even started to in the first place. Roderich liked to think that he was a man of elegance and taste, not whatever this stuff was. Crude. Uncultured. But oh so engrossing. It also served to feed his imagination... something he normally didn't do, at least not with that particular part of his imagination.

A greater surprise than finding himself attracted to the idea of whips, chains, and riding crops was being called out on it. Well, he wasn't quite being called out on it; it was more a curious stranger. Roderich couldn't help but be a bit snappish at the stranger though; he had no right to bother him when he wasn't even acquainted.

"I'm sure you can guess what it is given the words on the page. You have quite the vantage point from which to see them. ... And my name isn't glasses, red eye." Something about this man irked him. It had nothing to do with his appearance; actually the albino appearance was rather interesting in a good way. He couldn't explain it; it was just something that happened.

[rintin]

Gilbert squinted at the page before he leaned back, bewildered and amused. He had his money that he was reading fantasy porn. To think that this one was reading kink! He certainly didn’t look like the type by any means. Like, seriously. He looked like a total wimp. But perhaps he was the sort that enjoyed the thought rather than the actions. Not that the other had probably gotten that far with anyone.

His grin held steady as the other talked and he crossed his arms, further inspecting the other male. He was pretty, like a woman is. Perhaps that made him popular with the ladies, but the way he held himself made Gilbert suspect he might be a stiff, especially given how he had phrased his comment.

“Relax all ready! I was just curious.” He paused before pointing to the book. “Not one for novels, but I read that one. It’s pretty good, worth the cost.” He had a feeling that he could pick on the other and get interesting responses.