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The Aftermath. (Part 4 of Gainesgoe Fic)

It was a few days since Ross had spoken to Joseph.

As a matter of fact, for the first time in ages, his mind was actually focusing on something else other than him ; Pauline.

Of course, not in the same way he thought about Lisgoe. He found himself instead sitting in a cafe, waiting for her to join him after previously bailing her out. He wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t need to ; he wasn’t irrational, nor did he often act on irrational thoughts… If you disregarded that kiss he shared with Lisgoe.

It took him the whole morning to push those thoughts aside and focus on the business with Mickey. Even in the cafe, he found himself losing track of his place on the document. He had to run his finger across each line to maintain that composure. Perhaps he would soon have to admit that it wasn’t fatigue that was the issue. He would soon have his attention directed towards the open door, as the boisterous woman swiftly greeted his vision.

It was safe to say their interaction didn’t end on a note most preferable to Ross. And it would regrettably mean they’d have to meet at his house at a later date to finish it off.

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Bernice wasn’t the type of vicar to actually put down a sherry to listen to someone rant and rave in a confessional booth. But in this particular scenario, she didn’t have much of a choice. The man in the booth opposing her wasn’t looking for ‘I’m busy’ as an answer, and she quickly understood that from his tone of voice. She truthfully had no clue whether to be more intimidated or turned on by the gentleman’s gravelly Manchester accent.

“Well, aren’t you determined to take time out of my day?”

“I think you should just do your job and listen to my problems, Reverend.”

“Give you a job if you keep talking with that voice,” the vulgar comment was muffled by the sip of what may have been alcohol, before she set it down on the sill of the closed confession window. “Right then. What’s been keeping you, pet?”

“Ross fucking Gaines, that’s what.”

“Pardon me, Regina George, but the whole point of confessions is that they’re anonymous. That you, Mr Lisgoe?”

He was more than ready to respond with a no, but before he could, the window of the booth was yanked open. “Jesus tittyfucking christ. So that’s why Ross couldn’t keep his lips off you!”

“The shit- he was here first?”

“Always is. Doesn’t have many friends, poor sod, so he comes scurrying to me to twirl his hair about you. Most of the time I don’t pay attention, but I do perk up when it gets interesting.”

Lisgoe fell silent for a moment, resting his head against the wooden panel. “And only you know.”

“Well, just me and Reverend Neil. Pastor down the South I like to natter with.”

“... Reverend Neil? You shit for brains, that’s one of my brothers!”

“Thought you two had a resemblance going on. Course, he’s not a cunt so he had a bit more appeal.”

Lisgoe never really tried to challenge or threaten Bernice, since taking personality into account, they were both as bad as each other. “For a vicar, you’re a massive prick.”

“Have a bit more respect, before this crucifix goes up your hairy arse.”

There was another silence, before Bernice picked up the conversation again. “I do envy you youngsters.”

“I’m 38.”

“Still young. I don’t have a single clue why you’re actually here, you see, because if Ross actually kissed you back then maybe that fucking speaks its own volumes, you daft twat!”

“That’s the problem,” Lisgoe grumbled, rubbing his temple. “We haven’t spoken since. I’m telling you, Rev, I don’t think I have the dog’s bollocks to ask for him. Not after that.”

“Well, pet, I doubt you’ll have any luck today. Heard from Miss Campbell-Jones that she was popping over his today, the silly cow.”

“You fucking what?”

“Didn’t hear it from me,” Bernice quickly responded with a guilty conscience. “Probably should have told you at the start. Don’t get me wrong, dear, I’m as pissed as you are! Pauline, she fucking-”

Lisgoe couldn’t care for her reply, as he forced himself out of the booth and kicked the side of it out of frustration. This led to Bernice furiously emerging as he left the premises, swinging open the chapel doors to shout obscenities at him. But none of it registered.

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Yet again, as if he was cursed with it, Ross and Pauline departed on a bad note.

This time, he found himself slumped back against his sofa, sifting through a whole mixture of emotions. Satisfaction, for one, since he couldn’t help but take pleasure in causing the woman grief. It was almost a bit sadistic, but he was fully aware of it. He also found himself being full of relief, given the fact he hadn’t had sex in a good while. It meant nothing to him, but admittedly, after the stress she put him through, he felt as if he deserved the brief euphoria.

And yet, he still felt unsatisfied in that department. Relieved? Yes. Relaxed? Yes. But he got nothing else out of it. He was glad, of course, since he planned on hating Pauline and keeping it that way, but he wondered to himself whether he would ever share the same passion most people feel when having sex. He craved more. He craved the selfish desires of pleasure that, hopefully, the right person would share with him.

Is this what sexual frustration felt like? God.

And talk of the devil, his door was met with an aggressive knock.

Before he could even open it fully, the debt collector marched into his house, and his eyes immediately averted to the bottle of wine on the table.

“Thought I'd never see you again.”

“Maybe a fucking call would have been nice.”

Ross drew out an exhale, resting against the sofa and joining Lisgoe’s gaze towards the bottle. “I assume you know.”

“Know what?”

“About Pauline coming round for a bit. You seem agitated.”

“Good thinking, Sherlock.”

“Well, in case you were wondering, I did have sex with her.”

This was shortly met by Lisgoe darting his attention back to Ross. He wasn’t necessarily surprised. Angry, of course, but he had a gut feeling. The brunette was quick to get the message that this situation required a bit more mindfulness. “I didn’t think the kiss meant as much to you as it did to me.”

“So why did you shag her? The woman that you apparently fucking hate so much, if what we did meant that much to-”

“Are you saying I did it to hurt you? Because I didn’t. What happened earlier means nothing to me, Joseph. I had a plan, and one can only hope it succeeded.”

If there was one thing about the brunette, it was that you could tell whenever he was telling the absolute concrete truth. That he did, and much to Lisgoe’s dishevelment, he knew that he wasn’t lying.

“Fucks sake, Ross…” Lisgoe muttered, seating himself on the sofa. “What are we?”

Ross joined him moments after, deciding that maybe for the first time, he could act irrationally without the shackles of consequence. “I want us to be something. To be so closely knit together that I have no room to think, Joseph, I want…”

Ross drew his own sentence to a halt, and replaced his words with a kiss, immediately feeling the sting of teeth across his lower lip ; that alone told him just how much Lisgoe wanted it, how much he wanted him.

Cold, pale hands snaked their way into Ross’ robe, bitter against the warmth of his lean body as Lisgoe pushed him down against the firm, grey cushion. But before he could continue, the brunette held his hands in place, to stop them going further as he momentarily pulled back from the kiss. “Wait.”

“I thought you-”

“No, I do. But not here.”

Breathlessly, he hoisted himself back up, dragging the willing debt collector to his bedroom and not even making it to the bed before they crashed against each other’s lips again. They hit the soft surface of blankets with a thud, unwavered from the passionate yet harsh intertwining of their tongues. Now that their minds were made up, and that Ross’ frustration found its way back into his clouded mind, the kiss was rougher than previously, and it was a matter of seconds before Ross was knitting his fists into the fabric of Joseph’s shirt. The firmness of his grip really said enough to the other, as it didn’t take long for him to tug at the knot of his robe, the only barrier that was keeping Lisgoe from the full view.

Once he managed to unloop the fabric, he pulled the robe from the other's shoulders, failing to keep his glance away from his shameless erection. Ross followed his glance, seemingly unfazed by Lisgoe's sharp inhale. “Haven't done it with a man before.”

“I would have thought your huge ego would have made up for size, but how wrong I am.”

Ross, although humoured by it, felt as if they weren't going to get anywhere by just talking. He began to help Lisgoe strip himself of his own clothing, eagerly throwing it in any direction away from them until they were both as bare as one another. The brunette was greeted with many more tattoos splayed across the others' reasonably bulky frame, mostly consisting of dragons and snakes with a few exceptions. Normally, Ross was put off by the concept of tattoos alone, even being repulsed by a few. But there was something so alluring, so attractive about the man above him having them. It was just fitting.

Very little time was wasted between them. Though it wasn't the most charming thing in the world, Ross remained carefree of Lisgoe spitting in his palm and lubricating himself with his own saliva, instead more hot and bothered about his yet-to-be-satisfied cravings.

The two of them wanted it terribly, but given the fact neither had actually done it with a man before, there were definitely at least a few steps missed. But that was a lesson learned the hard way. Lisgoe lined himself up to his hole, intertwining his hand with Ross’ before pushing himself in slowly.

This succeeded in drawing out quite a harsh response from Ross ; he inhaled sharply, a strained moan catching in his breath as he struggled to adjust to this new painful yet euphoric sensation.

“Oh, fuck..”

He retorted through his teeth, the grip he had on the debt collector’s hand tightening whilst he would try to accustom. Lisgoe let out a reverberating groan, and he found himself pressing against Ross until there was no room between them. He lifted his head from a relaxed position, meeting the brunette's eyes with a look of both satisfaction and even affection before pressing his lips back to his again. As they kissed, Lisgoe began to piston himself slowly, gradually increasing his speed once they both settled into the new sensation. As well as this, the friction of Joseph's abdomen against his cock dragged out more audible groans of delight, and any noises from the two of them would spill into each other’s mouths. Ross’ free hand snaked its way into Lisgoe’s now unkempt hair, taking any strand he could into a fist so tight his knuckles turned white.

This was it. This was exactly what he needed.

Spurred by the noises coming from the brunette, his pace quickened, and Lisgoe would rock faster into him ; Ross couldn't help but break from the kiss as he fought for his breath, letting his head fall back in complete delirium. A series of incoherent expletives dribbled from the brunette, and before long, he could feel a pooling sensation in his abdomen, causing him to lose what little breath he had left.

“Joseph…Oh,,, Shit, I..”

Ross found himself at loss for any words, as the lack of breath rendered him completely speechless until he let out a groan that undulated with each passionate thrust.

And then he eventually halted his own movements, letting go of Joseph's hair as he came. He felt his hips stutter in the process, and Lisgoe didn't take long to follow, a stream of pleasured obscenities leaving his lips as he spilled deep inside the other.

The two of them, spent for the rest of the afternoon, collided with the fresh feeling of the cold linen, their chests rising and falling in an uneven pattern. It felt like an eternity before Lisgoe eventually piped up with a raspy breath.

“That answers my question… Twice in one day, you absolute skank.”

He jested, earning a chuckle from Ross in response. “No, just once. It meant nothing before you… Joseph?”

“What?”

There was a brief pause. “I-”

“Don't fucking say it. I know.”

Ross fell silent, and, pulling himself into the now warm arms of the other, succumbed to the fatigue he was experiencing for the rest of the day.

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WHEW

Haven't actually written something like this in a long time, so very sorry for any mistakes made

I wrote this at like midnight yesterday so god knows if it makes sense HAH

Enjoy

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