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ovrkills-blog · 8 years ago
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ovrkills-blog · 8 years ago
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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. 
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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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ovrkills-blog · 8 years ago
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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?? 
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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
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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. 
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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. ”
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     “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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ovrkills-blog · 8 years ago
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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
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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
SNAPCHAT  *  ???
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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
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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
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   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. 
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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.” 
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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
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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. ” 
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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.
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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.
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      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. ❜
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    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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