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At the smell of smoke beginning to travel about the room, Camden lifts his head only slightly begrudgingly this time, the promise of a much needed drag enough to rouse him from his sleeping state as he rolls on his side in order to curl into the other, head placed in his lap as he reaches up to pluck the cigarette dangling lazily between his tempting lips. Brought to his own then, his thoughts begin to race despite himself – side affect of being constantly on the move, he supposed. How long had the two been out, he briefly wondered, and where would they end up next? When would they be blessed once more with amenities like a mattress and a decent shower? With a stifled groan, Cam aimed to end his spiraling sub conscious, instead exhaling a dense puff of smoke between the two as he brushed a tired hand over his furrowing features. “Hope you haven’t gotten too attached to this shit hole,” He murmured softly, figuring it was best to get on the road sooner rather than later – before the two became too comfortable. “Food first,” He went on to think aloud then, one final drag taken before he offered the cigarette back to his boy. “— Then I say we head to the coast.” Camden had always wanted to take Wes to the beach, after all.
a noise of protest leaves wes at the theft, but is quickly quieted with the opportunity to ghost his fingers over the older’s shoulder. he honestly doesn’t mind the ambiguity of the situation -- it’s new, a change from the more narrow life he’d led before. yeah, there were days that he’d find some person’s couch to sleep on, but there was always a room at home. twin mattress aside, it’s what he’s used to. but wes is happy. insanely happy with the hotel room that probably had cum stains on the chair ( not to even think about the bed ). fuckin’ too happy about having paperwork that officiates that they’re stuck together. he takes the cigarette with his free hand, sorta’ waving it around with his hands gesturing to the hotel room as he speaks, “ y’mean this fuckin’ mansion ? i think i’ll be okay. ” he’s quiet for a few, taking a quick drag before offering it back to him to finish it off. cam’s been a bad influence on wes’ tobacco habits -- but smoking’s taken time out of his drug and alcohol ones. “ ah, then we can fulfill that sex-on-the-beach fantasy i have. though, we haven’t even done the sex-on-a-shitty-mattress-in-a-shitty-hotel one either, ” said teasingly, wes sliding down to lay on the mattress again.
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JAFFER: so you choosing blackjack over sex JAFFER: but fine, i’ll come for the drinks JAFFER: and roll me a backwood, yeah??
ROMAN: me winning money usually leads to sex with someone ROMAN: even if that’s not you ROMAN: only if you wear something nice
°snapchat to: fwb
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ROMAN: was gonna try my luck at blackjack tonight ROMAN: come with me? can bribe you with all the drinks you want? and of course whatever you want after
°snapchat to: fwb
JAFFER: you doing anything tonight?? JAFFER: wanna do me?
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Allowing a small laugh in return, Camden merely hums in response, allowing his eyes to shut once more as he settles down into the mattress below, grip tightening on his boy as he prepares to fall into a deep and hopefully sound rest. “Love you, too,” He murmurs truthfully in response, the word’s passing his lips just barely before he’s snoring soundly, wrapped up in the comfort of the other pressed into his side, and the warmth of a bed after going without one for so long. And even after what has to be twelve hours of sleep, his body protesting as he feels the other shift beside him, Camden can only let out an unhappy growl as he groggily attempts to pull the other back down once more, desperate to rest just a little bit longer, though it appears that Wes had awoken for good.
“Fuckin’ no,” He whines despite himself, moody – just as he always is when first waking up. “‘S too early for anyone to be awake.” Though he doesn’t know that for sure, not bothering to open his eyes long enough to check; to spare a glance in the direction of their sole window, shades hiding them away from the outside world. Either way, he’s content to lay upon their shitty mattress for as long as physically possible, yet another grumble given as he shifts in order to burry his face into his rumpled pillow. “If you loved me, then you’d go back to sleep,” He mutters finally. Or at the very least, Wes would light him a cigarette — either way, Camden would hardly complain.
wes is no stranger to cam’s early - morning self, usually sating him with falling back into bed with no resistance. yet he’s staring into the barely - lit room for several minutes, letting his mind defog. “ sleep, cam, ” he mumbles, eyes dropping down to look at him; his hand aimlessly running through the other’s hair. cam’s just barely illuminated by the television. a yawn rips through his throat as he’s pulling himself off the bed, fumbling for his pants he’d so haphazardly discarded before. was this a smoke - free room? oh, who fuckin’ cared. s’not like they’re gonna keep a non - existent deposit or some shit. a few moments later, he’s back on the bed, lighter in one hand, box of cigarettes in the other. held between his lips, he misses the wheel a few times before finally sparking and lighting the end.
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the suggestion renders him somewhat confused: eyebrows pulling together, head cocking to the side, lips agape as if he was about to say something but had lost it. a second or two pass before percy regains whatever composure he’d managed to pull together. “ i promise i’ll give you all the pillow-talk you want ‘bout whatever. ” figures it’s a good enough compromise in theory -- the problem lied in the fact that percy would wiggle out of it somehow. family emergency, work, school, whatever to get him out of the situation. his hands go to attempt to hold the ones hovering over his, bring them on his waist in hopes of instigating something. “ c’mon santino; we can even go on a goddamn date after -- whatever you want. ”
OPEN ( any gender / inspiration )
“stop — you know this isn’t what i want.” he was flinching away from their touch, locking eyes immediately with their own so that they saw the seriousness inside them. his throat felt stiff, as per usual, and even after he forced a shallow it didn’t do anything to ease the constriction. santino sighed out through his nose as he reached for their wrist, lightly tugging their hand away from his face as he pulled their hands to the space at their sides. “you’re hurting and not thinking straight.” but who the hell was he to talk? santino was the one to stop everything at the drop of a hat — more specifically, at the drop of a hasty text message. he spent the entire car ride convincing himself that the last time was really the last time; that this time around, things would be different, maybe even healthy, even if his gut reaction was to take their hands, pin them to the wall, and let their bodies speak for themselves. “we can talk about things,” he offered, weak-willed as is, as his fingertips continued to ghost even after letting go, “for once.”
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BENNY: it always works BENNY: i think there is witch craft behind that saying BENNY: and me? BENNY: meaning? BENNY: i’m sure you can settle for both
PERCY: i mean they ingrained that shit into me all through elementary school PERCY: that and sharing is caring PERCY: meaning you can’t ditch me after the hot chocolate is gone PERCY: also meaning this possibly leads to me kissing you PERCY: but mostly you can’t ditch me right away
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BENNY: damn sorry all i got is tiny ones BENNY: remember the thing from kindergarten BENNY: the whole BENNY: you get what you get and you don’t throw a fit BENNY: thing
PERCY: that may have worked when i was 5... PERCY: damn nvm you got me. it still works PERCY: i’ll settle for tiny ones PERCY: and you, hopefully? PERCY: or am i going to have to settle with just the marshmallows?
SNAPCHAT * ???
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PERCY: only if marshmallows are included PERCY: like jumbo ones. not the puny tiny ones
SNAPCHAT * ???
BENNY: speaking of nut BENNY: do you want hot cocoa tonight
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“Stop talking,” Camden mutters fondly in response as the other finally allows him to get a word in, a hand moving to seal down over the boy’s mouth loosely as he chuckles lowly despite himself, eternally teasing when it comes to the love of his life. While Wes’ babbling is endearing – painfully so, remembering when he could barely get a word out of the boy upon their first few meetings – the thought of the other dying anytime soon is far too painful to even consider, Camden preferring to skip that topic of conversation as he merely rolls his eyes in response, gaze training on the screen before him as he watches the movie play out. Though the other’s yawning is contagious, Cam’s exhaustion beginning to catch up with him as he allows his eyes to lull shut, a sigh passing his lips as he settles in for what he hopes to be a long sleep – cowboys long forgotten. “— Hm?” He hums then as he snuggles in closer, legs intertwining beneath the sheets as he traces lazily circles into the other’s shoulder where his fingers rest. When he gets no immediate response however, he allows his eyes to open once more. “Wes,” He drawls, saying the other’s name as he had just done. “Can I help you with something?” He asks finally, voice soft. Softer than he would ever admit to.
it’s somewhere between the hum of the television, the shapes being traced on his skin, the sight of an exhausted camden, and his own muffled thoughts, he completely blanks on what he wanted to say. but he’ll still try to conjure something up something in the few quiet moments that pass. each moment passing gives wes another wave of warmth and drowsiness. “ um ... ” he presses his lips against camden’s chest, humming for a second to try and organize his thoughts. “ love ya’, ” and that’s as much as he can get out before his eyes finally shut, breathing deepening and evening out as the minutes go by.
he’s not sure how a shitty mattress, in a shitty motel, with a shitty movie could lull him into such an okay sleep. though, cam did have a lot to do with it. so much so that he didn’t even care what time it was when his eyes cracked open, the still dark room thankfully not enough to overload his senses right away. he can still hear cam’s heart under his ear -- something that he listens to for a few minutes ( careful not to wake the other ). but, eventually, he’ll carefully untangle himself from the other, propping his back up against the headboard of the bed.
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Hair wet, faintly dripping onto his otherwise bare shoulders as Camden eventually meanders back into the room, his gaze finds the television before anything else, brief curiosity peaked as he watches a fuzzy shoot out take place on screen. Cowboys; he hadn’t seen a proper western in a long while. Though more recently than not, he and Wes had somewhat reminded himself of the outlaws he’d watched in films as a child, homeless, roaming whenever, wherever. However, he doubted that they were also fucking on the side, all things considering. “—- Aren’t you supposed to be asleep, partner?” He drawls teasingly as his eyes then travel to the other pointedly not sleeping soundly on their shared bed, eyebrows raising as he continues to towel his body lazily. Otherwise naked in the exposure of their room. With that, he hits the light switch before dropping down onto their bed, not bothering with covering himself up as he instead burrows beneath the slightly scratchy covers – cheap – arm slung lazily about the other’s waist as he hauls him closer; cuddles in close. “You had one job,” He went onto tease lowly, interest settling on the movie once more as he vaguely watched, gaze beginning to dip despite only having just gotten into bed. “At least I smell halfway decent now. – If you were going to stay up, at the very least we could’ve shared.”
he manages a scoff, nose crinkling at the ‘ petname ’ while the corner of his lips upturn in a small smile. his eyes continue to track the guys on the television screen, a wave of thoughts that had him wondering why western films were so damn popular with anyone. “ was gonna, ” total lie, but it sounds better than saying ‘ i was waiting for you ’ -- too grossly sappy. he continues: “ but then i got caught up in this movie. y’know just how much i love ... clint eastwood? he’s like a western actor or something like that. ” as camden darkens the room, settles into bed, wes is habitually moving closer to the older. he’s slinging an arm across the other’s chest after shifting onto his side -- head resting on the other’s chest. “ i’ll take one when i wake up; probably fall asleep, hit my head on the wall, ‘nd die. then you’ll be a widow -- which will totally get you major pity points with whoever you go after next -- and have a dead me on your hands. ” by now, he’s just babbling, obviously exhausted as his words start to slur and become mumbles towards the end. there’s a warm feeling blossoming inside his chest with cam’s heartbeat against his ear. “ cam? ” then a yawn.
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MAX: seriously? MAX: i just got off a shift MAX: where are you guys? MAX: touch him and you’re dead. really even if he touches you and you touch him. don’t touch him
snapchat -- open
NICO: your boyfriend is cute and wasted and horny NICO: so i’m gonna fuck him NICO: you got a problem with that?
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“ pretty sure i only said that because i was fucked ... and, like, sixteen, but mostly ‘cause i decided to mix daiquiris with ambien. ” on the bright side he woke up with $80 more than remembered having. however, lane’s not leaving. can’t seem to. maybe doesn’t want to -- but that’s debatable. “ let’s pretend i’m buying this soulmate bullshit, you want to be a stupid couple again? like boyfriends or some shit? ” the idea seemed fuckin’ bad, leaving lane to be laughing like an idiot at the thought.
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“Listen, either we get back together or we go our respective seperate ways and live awful, depressing, lonely lives without one another. I mean, think about it. We’ve been together since we were fifteen. We’re obviously meant to be together. You yourself even SAID we were soulmates.“ even though they were practically kids at the time and had no idea of the concept.
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there hadn’t been a spare moment to evaluate the damage causing red stains to blossom on his raggedy shirt. somehow, he hopes he’s still bleeding so the fabric doesn’t stick to the wounds ( god, just the thought of having to tear the shirt from his skin made his stomach churn ). odds are it’s the adrenaline flooding his veins -- the pain being oddly not front and center. instead, it’s the conscious effort to not put too much weight on taj -- holding himself as much as he can. but that only leaves him struggling to breathe, exhaustion creeping at the corners of his vision. “ i’m fine. i just need to ... catch my breath. just stop for a second. ”
Taj’s heart beats with such zealous fervor, endlessly running and racing in such a way that he swears the other must be able to hear it. He has his arm around their middle, hand clutching at the soiled fabric of their shirt, as he hauls them onward, holding onto the arm hooked around his shoulders so tightly his knuckles have long since turned white. “Can you — Can you fucking stop? I’m not a twig. You can put your weight on me; I’m not gonna break, or something. Stop trying to be brave; you’re only making it worse for yourself.” His voice is wrecked, lips so dry they might crack along with the rest of his resolve. They need to find shelter, and soon. He hasn’t had a good look at their injury yet, more focused on trying to get them as far from the herd as possible, but he can only postpone the inevitable for so long. A pair of brown eyes seek theirs, and he wills himself to breathe, and maybe not look like he’s two seconds away from being sick. “I’ve got you, okay? I do. You’re – You’ll be fine.”
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Camden holds the other in the warmth of his mouth until he’s completely spent, blowjob never ceasing despite his husbands obvious sensitivity, milking the brunette for everything’s he’s worth until he’s physically trembling beneath his touch. And it’s then – and only then – that he finally allows himself to pull off, hand briefly coming up to wipe at his used lips as he merely smirks up in Wes’ direction, utterly pleased with himself despite his otherwise exhaustion. “— You’re looking a little worse for wear, oh husband mine,” He drawls teasingly as he leans forward then in order to place one final kiss to the other’s skin, nuzzled into the ‘v’ of his pelvis, intimate; fond, even. With that, he pushes himself up from his knees, erection obvious, though he can’t bring himself to care. Leaning in, he knocks his forehead against the younger boy’s playfully. “Get some rest,” He instructs, head nodding in the direction of the bed in the next moment as he allows himself to step away finally. A shower is what he needs before he even thinks of falling into the sheets, shirt discarded as he wanders off to locate the bathroom. “I’ll be along soon.” Though that was Camden for you; eternally causal despite having just taken the other apart with his mouth alone. If it were anyone other than Wes, he was sure they would be concerned about his mental heath.
he manages to catch a quick kiss, with lazy aim placing it on camden’s chin instead of lips. his fingers remain in the other’s hair until cam is pulling away, eventually leaving wes against the wall, trying to pull himself together. soon enough, wes strips himself of his shirt, kicking his pants to the side and pulling up his boxers. then, a long second or two rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes to try to postpone some of the tiredness -- at least until camden gets out of the bathroom. but the bed looks too comfy -- hell, anything other than the passenger seat of a car would look comfortable now -- and he’s collapsing on the mattress. not having bothered to turn off the lights or covered himself in the blankets. in an effort to wait he turns on the television to some old movie -- cowboys ? he’s squinting at the screen, brain not fully comprehending the plot of the film.
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an array of purrs are stifled at the feel of long digits fiddling with his hair ; had fletcher mentioned how W E A K that simple affection made him or was it aimless ? it’s a foreign sensation, but a welcomed one nonetheless. they’re more than half way through the movie when he glances up, expecting to find isaac’s attention zeroed in on the film ( though his own had been more on the hand in his hair ) but warmth seeps through his chest when he catches isaac’s eyes on HIM. there’s a silence for one, two, three beats, before he pipes up, voice a meer mutter, ’ thinkin’ about fucking me, huh ? ’ it’s a t e a s e, but one he figures is true. even if he hopes those stares are laced with m o r e than lust, they’re probably NOT.
it’d be so much easier to confirm the tease, to dissolve any warmth that had blossomed in his chest. but he can’t seem to drop the yes from his tongue; instead finding his lips forming the exact opposite of their own accord. his gaze has settled on trying to decipher what action is going on in the movie as he says, “ nah, ” and then isaac’s letting light eyes drop down to fletcher’s. his fingers hadn’t ceased their movements in the other’s hair. “ just thinking about ... things. ”
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perhaps he should’ve seen this coming —— that this whole bitter act was spurred on by daryl introducing a new flame of his to their child. it’s reasonable, daryl reckons but he can’t help the warm feeling of smugness which spreads across his chest. ❛ aight.. & why is that? ’cause for the record, our kid is quite fond of ‘em. ❜ he questions with a raised brow, leaning back in his chair to get more comfortable. he reckons this might actually be one of the rare times they’ve ever sat down to talk about things, to solve them like adults. perhaps that had been the cause of their marriage’s doom. ❛ ‘ye have never even met ‘em so i’m curious t’ know why ‘ye don’t want ‘em around. ❜
the tightness flaring in his ribs he’s not well versed in feeling while sober. yet, it’s still recognizable enough that it causes a new feeling to blossom in place of it. one he’s so much more comfortable with. jealousy to anger. “ i - i barely get to see him enough as it is.” for various reasons that he’s working on. fuck, daryl didn’t even know how hard it was to not order drinks tonight; how hard it was doing this sober. “ and what about when you guys break up? get him attached to someone then drop ‘em? ”
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