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With a Christmas themed drink in hand, loud music, and dim lights, Jedidiah seemed to be showing a new side of himself, one rarely seen in the town he lived in — He usually went a town over to have a good time, after all.

Still though, he was having a good a time, dancing and showing off in those low slung jeans and tight black shirt that was crawling its way up his tanned torso, showing off his hipbones and abs, and the soft, thin happy trail that followed the path between his v-lines, tempting to touch. In fact, he’d let a few different girls touch, trace the lines with their fingertips while he just offered a bubbly, buzzed laugh.

He’d done a bit of dancing, too, to show off a little. And he was looking for someone, searching through the crowd for a specific face, one he’d texted not long ago just because he couldn’t think of anything more fun than having them there by his side while he got drunk off his ass, or maybe they could just dance or something, he really didn’t know yet, nor did he care.

He had been standing near the bar talking with a group of girls about his tongue piercing — how they got on the subject, he had no clue — and a man who’d placed a hand at the back of his neck, fingers playing at the short of his hair. That man had just leaned in to whisper something to him, when he finally spotted the other near the entrance, and he was excusing himself saying ‘his man’ had shown up and receiving a few disappointed looks as he passed his drink to someone, and in just a few moments he was there, pulling the male into a hug and planting one right on his cheek.

“It took you long enough to get here,”

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VARIOUS LYRICS TAKEN FROM COLDPLAY’S GHOST STORIES. UNDER A READ MORE.

❝ ‘cause you’re a sky full of stars ❞ 

❝ i’m gonna give you my heart ❞ 

❝ and i don’t care, go on and tear me apart ❞ 

❝ ‘cause in a sky full of stars i think i see you ❞ 

❝ i wanna die in your arms ❞ 

❝ i don’t care if you do ❞ 

❝ you’re such a heavenly view ❞ 

❝ for a second i was in control ❞ 

❝ i had it once i lost it though ❞ 

❝ and i wish you could have let me know ❞ 

❝ i’ve lost you know, you let me go ❞ 

❝ tell me you love me ❞ 

❝ if you don’t than lie to me ❞ 

❝ remember once upon a time when i was yours and you were mine ❞ 

❝ call it true, true love ❞ 

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Fred knew how to handle first timers — whether it was their first time in general, or their first time paying for it — but then, he was also just friendly in general, relaxed and all too pleased to chat and visit. And Arthur did seem like good company, really. "You're welcome," Replied with a slight hum as he made himself comfortable, leaning back against the couch and crossing his legs out of mere habit.

Fred himself didn't ever understand the allure of black and white printed pages, of the stillness required to enjoy the activity. Maybe after a good climb up the side of a mountain, time to sit and admire he could be still for, but he never did find himself with the imagination and patience required to do a lot of reading. "Ah, I can understand that — Silence is a rare find these days," The city seemed to always be loud, in Fred's opinion, at least.

He knew, normally, people in his work liked what their clients liked, but — It seemed silly, as well as unappealing. And if Arthur's reaction, his seeming interest was anything to go by, perhaps he felt similarly. "It's not for everyone. I probably wouldn't like it if I hadn't grown up doing it, y'know? Spent more time in a tent then in my dad's house." With a hum, and a smile at him.

"Not at all," Frederick replied, taking a finale sip of his wine before placing it gently down on the nearest surface, rising from the couch a moment later and turning to Arthur with a grin that could only be described as childish; It was a kid in a candy shop sort of grin. "Don't worry about it — I'm sure you'll do just fine, Arthur."

"I can't be alone tonight." (Frederick for Arthur, please :))

( Sure, np~ )

Frederick studied the mans face for a few moments, baby blue hues searching his eyes carefully. In Fred’s position, one could never be too careful, and past experience bad proven as much to him. But the man before him seemed harmless enough at the moment, more desperate than threatening.

And so he was pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning againat, adjusting the strap of the bag hanging on his shoulder. He briefly knawed the inside of his cheek before flashing him a smile, all sunshine and warmth at the man. “S'a good thing you don’t have to be alone then, isn’t it?”

“What do you want me to do?” With a slight tilt of his head, eyes once again searching, this time purely out of curiosity. The man didn’t look at all like the type Frederick was normally approached by, and while it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, it was very much unusual —

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Jed was just about to comment on his red cheeks, but Les was talking before he had the chance, and he could feel his own cheeks redden until they were a rosy hue red, and Les was out of the room with Jed following at his heels, chuckling almost embarrassedly as he gently scratched at the back of his neck. "Well that depends on you, don't it?" He grinned as he caught up too him.

Babysitting

He laughed before gently moving of off the bed so the child could sleep peacefully. “Sounds good to me.” Les replied as he walked over to his partner. Without noticing he had been staring, the brunette’s cheeks reddeneded immediately. “Well, uh, I hope you will later.” The man winked before running off to the guest bedroom across the hall.

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ANGSTY FUCKIN' SENTENCE STARTERS

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but you’re just making this worse.” “I don’t think we have anything left to say to each other.” “Are you happy? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!” “This isn’t the end. Just the part where I say enough is enough.” “Stop. Just…stop.” “You have a lot of nerve saying ‘Hello’ like nothing happened.” “I’d say ‘give me one good reason to stay’ but I already know the reasons. I just have better reasons to go.” “I’m sorry…we didn’t make it in time. They’re gone.” “You said you’d always be there for me…so how did this happen? Why weren’t you there?” “There will never be anyone else like you…if I’m very lucky.” “What, you thought you deserved better than a voice message?” “What did you do?” “How much have you had?” “That isn’t water in that bottle, is it.” “I can’t stand watching you destroy yourself like this.” “Didn’t it occur to you that you’re hurting me, too?!” “This can’t keep happening.” “The only good part about being alone is that I don’t wake anyone up when I start screaming at night.” “Holy shit–did you do that?!” “How long have you been doing this to yourself?” “I don’t want help. I just want the pain to stop.” “I just can’t stand being alone anymore.” “Please, don’t tell anyone.” “I can’t stand to lose anything else.” “I’m hurting you too much…you should leave.” “Some things just aren’t worth fighting for.” “I don’t even know why you pretend to care anymore.”

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I've been talking to like six other people stuck on their phones rn and its just like what happened to the wifi

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If you leave, I will understand. I will understand that my demons are far too heavy to handle, that my mind at 3 am is completely erratic, that you can’t bear my nightmares especially my inhibitions, doubts and fears but if you stay, why?

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“I would give anything to hold you again.”

“If I had another chance, I would make things right…”

“I haven’t loved anyone before you, and I’ve not loved anyone since.”

“After loving you, I know I can never love anyone again.”

“You….you stole my ability to love. I don’t love anyone or anything anymore.”

“I don’t love you, but there was a time when I did.”

“I have never loved you, not until today, when I fell irrecoverably in love with you.”

“If I am to do die loving you, then so it shall be.”

“There was a time when loving you was the reason I wanted so badly to live, and now is the time when loving you is the reason I want so badly to die.”

“Every time I look at you, I ask myself, ‘Why would I ever love such a heinous creature?’, and then I realize; that whatever twisted thing you have transformed into has nothing to do with why I love you.”

“I was looking at you, and for the first time in years, ___, I hated love.”

“I don’t love you, not anymore.”

“I could only love you for so long.”

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Jed watched as he started up the steps before he set off towards his bedroom, glad he'd cleaned up a bit as he tugged the quilt back and shifted to carefully place Greyson in the bed. "Think I'mma let him have this room for the night, an' we'll be in the guest room." Removing the pillows from the bed — he was pretty Clarissa said babies weren't supposed to sleep with them? — and tucking the little one in. Glancing over at Les, Jed quirked a brow at him. "I got somethin' on my face?" Or does he just look that good in black sweats and an undershirt?

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Les liked that very much so. “Okay, let’s get goin’.” He chuckled before walking up the stairs with a smile and into his boyfriend’s room. “Are we staying in here or is the kid?” After the question he sat down on the bed, not taking his eyes off the other.

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Frederick was always an observer, eyes mild and bright even as they tracked the mans movements, trying too look for any sign he was settling in, any clue that perhaps whatever tension he might feel had lessened. But he was also careful, not too be caught, gaze falling back to the counter after a moment. He had a feeling, if Arthur felt he was being watched it wouldn't exactly help Frederick get him relaxed.

"Mhm, just things you enjoy," He replied at the question, with one of his small but oh-so-sunny and oh-so-genuine smiles before he sipped his wine, listening to him talk.

Really, Fred himself was actually curious. His clients were rarely willing to divulge information, however harmless it may be. And rarer still were the moments that his clients treated him as more than the means to a short, quick, fruitless end. He couldn't complain, though, as he rather preffered this — "I never could sit still enough to take up reading as a hobby, I was always a little too immature to settle long enough to read more than just a few pages."

"Ah, not usually, it's not often I have such polite clients. And I do tend to find time for them, though —" Replied as he followed along with Arthur, sipping his wine with a pleased hum. "I always enjoy going camping, away from the city and surrounded by nature. Also like to clean, pretty good at drawing and painting, too. I don't do it much anymore, but I used too like dancing a lot, not any of the new ones though, 'cause I took classical and ballroom dancing." It was a long time ago, though. "Have you been camping before?"

"I can't be alone tonight." (Frederick for Arthur, please :))

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Frederick studied the mans face for a few moments, baby blue hues searching his eyes carefully. In Fred’s position, one could never be too careful, and past experience bad proven as much to him. But the man before him seemed harmless enough at the moment, more desperate than threatening.

And so he was pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning againat, adjusting the strap of the bag hanging on his shoulder. He briefly knawed the inside of his cheek before flashing him a smile, all sunshine and warmth at the man. “S'a good thing you don’t have to be alone then, isn’t it?”

“What do you want me to do?” With a slight tilt of his head, eyes once again searching, this time purely out of curiosity. The man didn’t look at all like the type Frederick was normally approached by, and while it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, it was very much unusual —