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https://soundgasm.net/u/MythosVA/Cumming-My-Brains-Out-With-3-Toys
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Prompt: Harringrove meets the righteous gemstones boys? (Crossover-style)
"From the J-man to the Big G upstairs, I need you to chill out, my dude." Kelvin says as kindly as one can at the three in the morning before a Sunday service to the trespasser who turns out to be Keefe's seventeen year old nephew.
Hands zip-tied behind his back, Billy spits on the floor of the compound's security headquarters, grinning at Kelvin with every tooth in his defiantly mean mouth.
The security officer on shift looms over the kid, thumbs hooked in his utility belt, and is far from shy in how much he wants to use the appropriate amount of force as granted by Daddy.
"I apologize." Keefe tells Kelvin, hands wringing together, dressed in a pair of Kelvin's sleep-pants and his boots, looking as sorry as any man with an estranged older sister could. Keefe gestures at Billy. "You should apologize as well, trespassing's illegal in South Carolina."
"It's illegal everywhere." Billy says.
"Even so."
Kicking at the floor, Billy's worn-out sneakers squeal across the tile as his chair tilts back and hits the guard in the hip. "Rather get zapped again, thanks."
"They used the stun guns on ya?"
Startled, Keefe takes a step towards Billy or the guard and there are slips, repenting is hardly a straight path forward, but then there is assault.
"We will be addressing that in the morn, rest assured. There will be a talkin' to." Kelvin says, quick and bright and as comforting a soul can be nursing a growing headache, struggling to take in what exactly is happening anymore. Maybe it's the end times after all. "But right now? I have not gotten my solid nine and I am not dealing with none of this until I do."
Kelvin places his hand on Keefe's elbow to reel him back in and gestures scissors, snip-snip, please? at the guard.
He points to Billy. "You're comin' home with us. Got a guest room you can use until we get all this settled."
"Maybe I don't wanna." Billy says.
"Then what was the plan? Huh? Sleep on a rollercoaster till you hit eighteen?"
"Nailed it in one."
"It's okay, Billy." Keefe says. "Kelvin's a good guy."
Kelvin's cheeks warm.
He shakes it off quick.
It's odd to see the two of them next to each other - the family resemblance in the bleary-eyed hours of three o'clock, faint but there in the dirty blond of their hair and the cut of their jaws.
Billy glances over to Keefe, unsure and unwilling, suspicion narrowing his blue eyes, so clearly out of options to drive across the country for family he hasn't seen - according to Keefe's explanation on the drive over - since long before he hit double digits. Kelvin hardly needs the gritty details to know the story's been written sour from beginning to now.
Kelvin trudges up his patience he uses with the youths when he's awake and not being called to deal with an issue involving his long-term guest.
Kelvin crouches to look up at Billy sitting in his chair, though no longer tied to it - the kids appreciate the deference. Makes them feel in charge.
"You hungry? We can get you somethin' to eat? Keefe makes a mean smoothie, bud."
Kelvin hasn't been on the receiving end of that type of hot-headed, wish you to Hell glare since the first time he'd met Keefe. Brown eyes or blue, blood is blood. Keefe is family. Billy is too.
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Okay so OKAY I'm calling it the piratecove au. Reasons will be known later, I'm gonna eat noodles then I'll doodle and color the kids paired with a bit of an origin story. I'm loving this a lot
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