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Y’know, even though Joel never really got all affectionate until he was super drunk; it wasn’t because he was against it or anything. He just wasn’t the kind of person who went out of his way to show his love. So when Geoff’s hand remained in his after they sat down, he didn’t try pull his hand away or anything. Just casually shifted it so he could entwine their fingers together properly; taking a small sip of his drink once he was satisfied with how they were connected. He was happy to sacrifice a free hand to keep hold of Geoff’s while they relaxed with their drinks.

“Yeah. Well, don’t expect to get your dick hard over that too often. I’m not built to be a fighter; I’m built to sit in the safety of my own home and drink away all my problems except alcoholism.” he replied, a smirk on his own lips after saying it. “You’ll have to deal with getting your dick hard through more conventional ways than through watching an old guy fight. This might sound crazy, but I’m kind of starting to enjoy living too much to die because of your weird kinks.” It’s actually kind of true — the “starting” bit. Not that he’s ever been unhappy with his life or anything like that, but since it’d all been pretty routine and work-oriented up until meeting Geoff in Liberty; it’d been less enjoying and more just living. He might not tell Geoff he loves him every three seconds or anything, but he definitely owed him a lot. 

“And he did. I feel kind of bad about acting more annoyed by it than I was, but I can’t help myself.” It wasn’t like Joel didn’t have enough money already to support himself after all (but that didn’t mean he didn’t like getting his money on time still). If it’d been any client outside of the crew then there’d be problems. But they’d earned him such a massive amount of his fortune and maybe he cared about them all in more than just a business sense too that if something happened and they couldn’t pay him for a while, it honestly didn’t bother him much at all. “If I get it eventually, I’m a happy man. But if Gavin asks, I’m still pissed off about having to wait. I have to keep a little intimidation over the kid.”

A light and playful scoff left Geoff as he rolled his eyes dramatically and shook his head.  “My weird kinks aren’t gonna get you killed.  If anything, I can promise you that I would die long before you ever would just because my dick told me to do something stupid.”  The lazy half smirk easily formed behind his glass as he lifted it to his lips and eyed Joel from behind it.  He might’ve just been joking around, although they both knew that there was probably at least a sliver of truth that could be found in his words.  Maybe it wasn’t so true now that he was aging and scaling back from how out of control he used to be, but Joel had definitely seen him at his most reckless. 

His tongue pressed to his cheek and he shrugged a shoulder as blue eyes stared back into Joel’s browns.  “Nah,” Geoff drawled, motioning away from him with his drink in hand dismissively.  “Don’t bother feeling bad about it, the kid can take it.  He’s got a thicker skin than he lets on sometimes so I think he can take a little aggravation from our lawyer.”  Plus, he figured Joel had every right to be more than just a little annoyed with them for not keeping up with their end of the bargain.  It might’ve been a mistake, but Geoff didn’t want anyone getting any ideas that this could be a regular occurrence.  Just because they were less than professional behind closed doors together didn’t mean things weren’t business as usual when it came to his crew. 

“You’ll get it.  Might even get something extra if you’re lucky.  Strictly under the table so to speak, if you catch my drift.”  Geoff probably couldn’t’ve kept the stupid smirk off his lips if he’d tried, so he didn’t and shot it in Joel’s direction before polishing off the rest of his drink quickly.  He bent forward to set the glass down and when he leaned back, he easily nestled himself against the lawyer’s side and dragged their hands into his lap.  Tattooed fingers of his free hand traced over the back of his companion’s hand, allowing a comfortable silence to fall over them for a few moments before he finally turned to look at Joel again.  “Crazy as dicks idea, and this might be the booze talking, but hear me out.  Let’s go back to Liberty for a couple days.  Gets you out of the office and I’ll have the brats out of my hair.  It’ll be fun.”

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[ text: son ] yeah, yeah.  i want to keep them there too, but these fuckers are incompetent as dicks. [ text: son ] well so is jack apparently, but what else is new? [ text: son ] hey, look at you breaking your own phone rules.  that’s much better.

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[ text; dad ]: I’ll work on switching once they figure it out. I’ll look into some places once I’m back at the hotel. [ text; dad ]: I have an idea of a few, but I want to keep these accounts here in Liberty. [ text; dad ]: Joel. I will make sure Joel gets his payment. [ text; dad ]: Good?

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[ text; Dad ]: Had my first meeting with the bank today. They're not sure what the hell happened, but they're looking into it. I'm going back in the morning and making sure it's getting somewhere with being fixed so the lawyer can be paid already.

[ text: son ] we need to think about pulling funds completely from them and switching banks because how the fuck do they not know what happened?[ text: son ] least you’re getting it sorted.  that’s good enough for me right now.[ text: son ] he has a name, you know.

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“See?  You’re goddamn right it’s the best of the bunch.”

“Love your ass too, Geoff. The best of the bunch.”

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“Gay.”

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[ text: son ] it just took me a while to get my ass in gear [ text: son ] i had no idea what i was doing [ text: son ] that’s because i’m the only family you’ll ever need.

[ text; Dad ]: Your liver is your lucky charm for keeping you alive this long. [ text; Dad ]: You got me a heaping amount of Burger Shot after then proceeded to keep me fed. [ text; Dad ]: You took care of me better than my family ever could have.

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A lazy grin sat proudly on the gent’s face as he was tugged down to sit beside Joel, his hand still resting in the other’s because he wasn’t really thinking about letting it go.  As casual as things were between them and as hardly affectionate as they typically appeared, there wasn’t anything wrong with a little bit of innocent hand holding, right?  At least that’s what Geoff tried to tell himself as he looked down at the tattooed hand intertwined with the lawyer’s, his gaze shifting over to the whiskey he swirled around in his glass.  

Raising the glass to his lips, Geoff nearly spat out the gulp of liquid he’d gone to drink over what Joel said next.  It was just funny that the man had gone and accused him of enjoying getting stabbed by him because really, it was obvious as dicks at this point.  He may not have actually enjoyed the fucking pain he was in during and after the event, but Joel bloodying his hands was something else and it’d led to the two of them spending more time together, so what was there to complain about?  “That’s basically what I’m saying, yeah.  I guess there’s just something about watching a rich old dude getting violent that gets my dick hard.  Sue me.”  Crooked smirk painted his lips and Geoff playfully squeezed Joel’s hand. 

“Or maybe I just have a thing about getting stabbed since you noticed I didn’t exactly deny that I might’ve enjoyed it.  Take that however you want, but my money’s on this --”  The gent paused to motion between them with the hand holding his drink.  “This probably wouldn’t be happening if you hadn’t.  Guess I probably should’ve let you stab me years ago when we were both in our prime.”  A snicker fell from his lips and he kicked his feet up on the table in front of them, sighing contently because what was there to really worry about for the time being?  Well, aside from the usual shit he always had on his mind.  At least he could somewhat push that to the back of his head while Joel was around to be a damn good distraction.  Speaking of -- He should probably get something out of the way before he was too drunk to mention it.  “Gavin told you about the whole... money bullshit, right?” 

“So does that mean you’re only into me because I’m loaded? Since you’re not deterred by future wrinkly-leather-Keith-Richards-me, it has to be about money.” He knew it wasn’t what Geoff meant since y'know, he’s helped Joel keep up his wealth. But it was always fun to tease, especially for someone who usually acts pretty humorless like he does. “Well, I wouldn’t blame you if it was. You only got me in the first place because you could afford me.” Time, after time, after time… If he didn’t know Geoff was the big boss of a notorious gang, he’d be questioning how he managed to keep paying him after how many times Joel’s helped him or his crew!

The second Geoff grabbed his hand, he quickly readjusted his hold on the glass he held in the other so it wouldn’t slip out of his grip when they moved. And usually if their hands were connected it was because one was dragging the other. They’re both still way too sober for too much casual romancy shit yet.Not that alcohol makes them all that overly affectionate either — they’re pretty contained with their emotions.

He managed a quick swig of his drink before Geoff started tugging him along, swallowing it smoothly then letting out a snort over Geoff’s response. “So basically, the thing is you want me out at a fight club or something just as dangerous in my after-hours time; to get your dick hard? Is that what it is?” He dropped down onto the couch after reaching it, not letting go of Geoff’s hand as he does so so he can bring the other down to sit with him. Carefully though — he didn’t want priceless whiskey getting spilled! “First of all, my suits are way too valuable to get ruined by blood more often than they already have, and second — come on, you had to kind of enjoy getting stabbed by me. Right? Fueled enough of something in you to land you around here for more than just business and the occasional drink, at least.” In a way, it was sort of true that him stabbing Geoff got them to their current status. Not because it was sexually-fueled or anything, but just because Joel felt a bit bad about taking that route instead of something less-rash and made him put more effort into seeing Geoff than he had before. Which then became Geoff seeing him more often and one whiskey led to another and suddenly they’re stumbling down corridors making out on their way to the bedroom. No regrets from either party ever since. Further proof of what a perfect—well, whatever you wanna call them—they are.

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[ text: son ] don’t tell me what not to do. [ text: son ] my liver will be the death of me before anything else. [ text: son ] i got you burger shot or something afterwards didn’t i?  i took care of you :(  [ text: son ] right?

[ text; Dad ]: I would be worried if I ended up being the reason he got mad at you. [ text; Dad ]: Hey. Don’t yell. It’s rather rude even over text. [ text; Dad ]: Your liver is mad with us both and it will continue to be mad with us. [ text; Dad ]: I was just mad then because I really needed some damn food to restock the miniaturised fridge. 

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[ text: son ] as long as he’s on MY good side, he’s on all our good sides.  just don’t make him mad at me and make sure he gets his money. [ text: son ] THAT WAS THE GROCERY STORE [ text: son ] IT WAS WHERE I NEEDED MY GROCERIES FROM [ text: son ] look.  my liver’s mad at me too, so i get it.

[ text; Dad ]: I worry greatly when it comes to being on the good side of the man who can get me easily out of things that have to do with fraud. [ text; Dad ]: No. Don’t. Hell. That’d make it worse. He’ll think I’m whining to you. [ text; Dad ]: I trust you, but not with directions. I once asked you how to get to the grocery store and you sent me to a liquor joint instead. Blocks from the grocer.

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“Well shit,” he started, already laughing as he took another sip and then set his glass down on the bar behind him.  “Keith Richards is loaded though, right?  You don’t see any complaints coming from me.”  It wasn’t like he even agreed; although Geoff didn’t necessarily need to say that Joel was probably way out of his league in looks alone.  Aside from that, the guy was smart and that really had the Boss wondering sometimes what the hell Joel was doing wasting his time with him.  The lawyer could’ve easily been married off by now, but from the time that they’d been using his services, it was clear that he was basically married to his work.  Luckily for Geoff, he’d somehow weaseled his way in to his personal life with the help of whiskey. 

Stepping a bit closer to Joel out of habit now, his lips pressed together into a thin line to look like he actually had to think about his answer.  Of course one of his favorite things was seeing him with blood on his hands because it was so fucking rare for the lawyer to have to get his hands dirty, but that didn’t mean that he exactly liked putting him in those situations.  Technically he wasn’t part of the crew which mean that he shouldn’t have to get his hands dirty.  Still -- didn’t mean it wasn’t a sort of turn on.  

“Wouldn’t really say it’s so you could earn another paycheck since you’re probably one of the last people I know that needs any more money aside from myself, buuut...”  Turning, a tattooed hand moved to pluck Joel’s off the table and hold it in his own, his free hand picked his drink up again and then Geoff was tugging him over into the living room.  “Can’t say I love seeing my blood on your hands, but someone else’s?  Fuck yeah, dude.  Least it’s something to get you out of the office, right?” 

After accepting the drink from Geoff and rolling his eyes fondly at the hair ruffle, he gave him a moment to relax too before taking his first sip of his drink. Surprisingly enough, this drink was only gonna be his third of the day. Which for someone like Joel isn’t a common occurrence. Not because he was an alcoholic or anything (although to be fair, to live in a city like Los Santos you kind of have to be a bit of one) but because with the workload he always has, he needs a bit more than just a couple of glasses to stay relaxed enough to not tear his fucking hair out. But as much as he’s still gonna complain to Geoff, he’s been a lot less stressed out today than he is most days. Remind him to send out a gift basket to the rest of the crew for going easy on him while he wrapped up some of his other cases. He won’t do it, but the fact he keeps their boss happy has to count for more than a gift basket could.

“I meant more you should’ve gotten in with me earlier so you could’ve had be in my heyday instead of my old-and-graying-day, now that the stress of all the stupid people in this town is finally starting to show. Give me a year and you’ll be fucking a less-famous Keith Richards.” He brought the drink to his lips again with a chuckle, taking a good swig of it before switching hands so he could place the newly-freed one back onto the table behind Geoff’s back. “But god, I would pay to see you shake down some of my clients. Hell— I’d shake them down myself if work wasn’t at stake. There are a lot of people here who just weren’t born for a Los Santos lifestyle.” If he wasn’t in with the FAHC, even he might’ve been struggling a little. Not much though since he’s a fucking amazing lawyer no matter what cases he’s working (plus there’s a lot of illegal shit going down here and as the best lawyer around business is always booming) but still a little! Definitely wouldn’t be quite as well-off as he is.

He turned his head to Geoff when the other made his suggestion for more work, his brow arching and a small smirk working its way back onto his lips. “You’d send one of your crew to jail just so I can earn myself another paycheck? Or would you be taking up the task again just because you love seeing me with blood on my hands?” He’s apologized enough for stabbing Geoff to make jokes about it nowadays. He just had to think of something in the heat of the moment and it seemed like a good idea! Worked though, didn’t it? And it wasn’t a serious injury either! Proves how good a lawyer he is, right?

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[ text: son ] i probably wouldn’t worry?  [ text: son ] i’ll ask him about it if you’re really that worried [ text: son ] you saying you don’t trust me?

[ text; Dad ]: He hasn’t texted me back, Geoff. I’m worried. [ text; Dad ]: I’m worried about my small level of respect he already has for me. [ text; Dad ]: The dude rode around on a moped for a year, I trust him and only him with directions.

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[ text: son ] nah.  he might act mad, but we’ve never exactly skipped out on paying him. [ text: son ] he knows where i live.  if it was an actual problem then he’ll take it up with me. [ text: son ] yeah, take ray.  he knows liberty the best out of all of us.

[ text; Dad ]: I hope that will help some. Should also let him know I’m trying my best to fix it. [ text; Dad ]: And I will be. Promise. I’m thinking of maybe inviting Ray out with me. [ text; Dad ]: Not really keen on the whole going alone thing, but I’ll definitely call if something comes up.

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[ text: son ] i’ll share the whiskey with joel and maybe you’ll be saved from his shit list [ text: son ] be safe out in liberty alright? [ text: son ] as much as i’d hate to have to come out there, you fucking call me if you need something

[ text; Dad ]: I am the most handsome Frankenstein to ever exist [ text; Dad ]: Aw, you’ll make me blush. [ text; Dad ]: That’s very much something and I appreciate it. I’ll owe you a bottle of whiskey when I get back.

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[ text: son ] i may have created a monster [ text: son ] nah, i don’t mean that.  you’re my fucking prodigy.  [ text: son ] i’m working on it.  i’ve been pulling him away from work more and more so that’s at least something right?

[ text; Dad ]: But I’m your greatest creation. [ text; Dad ]: That sounds terribly wrong, but I accept it as said. [ text; Dad ]: Yeah, yeah. I will. Going to Liberty tomorrow. [ text; Dad ]: And you clearly need to get his priorities straight if he’s ignoring the good roll about for wads of green.

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[ text: son ] watch it.  i brought you into this world and i can take you out of it. [ text: son ] i can only distract him so long, kid.  get it sorted and pay my boyfriend before he gets mad at me. [ text: son ] as awesome as angry sex is, the guy loves his money more than anything.

[ text; Dad ]: I am sorry that my life style is weird to you. [ text; Dad ]: Good. For the better. [ text; Dad ]: You and Joel are “whysexual”. I thought you two would just be “grumpy old man sexual”. [ text; Dad ]: I’m kidding. Completely kidding. [ text; Dad ]: Nah, you two are good together. Helps when things go bad. Like with the money. Distract him.

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[ text: son ] i get it.  it’s just weird. [ text: son ] that makes me not wanna know what you actually wanted to call him. [ text: son ] it’s called being whysexual. [ text: son ] way too fucking old to care.  wasn’t like i purposely went after joel or his dick specifically anyway.

[ text; Dad ]: Because I’m nervous about trusting my phone. [ text; Dad ]: I’m not dramatic, I’m literal. I don’t want to chance shit again. [ text; Dad ]: I could have, but I didn’t want to offend myself or anyone else by calling him what I wanted to. [ text; Dad ]: Yeah. I mean, you talk about dicks a lot.

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[ text: son ] his name is ryan.  i don’t know why you keep calling him james.  it’s confusing. [ text: son ] oh calm down.  just clear our thread later.  you’re so fucking dramatic. [ text: son ] alright, fine.  figured you’d wanna call jack something worse, but you know.  shannon’s good too. [ text: son ] what.  hunches?  seriously? 

[ text; Dad ]: Are you bloody serious? [ text; Dad ]: James is the creepy bastard who wears the mask around the warehouse. He likes plants and killing people. You consider him a good friend. [ text; Dad ]: You make this damn hard to keep my phone free of needing to be cleared. [ text; Dad ]: I was talking about Ryan and I will call Jack what I want because he’s pissed me off with this damn money business. [ text; Dad ]: As for the “coming out” business I had meant just telling the crew about you two together, not being gay/uncaring. We all had our hunches.