#i wrote this the week my grandmother died (new rainy lore) so i don’t remember writing this

[junkh3ad]

ohhh i think pickles is such a fucking whore when he wants to be. that man knows he’s hot, he knows people want him and uses it to his advantage. I think he’s more forward with the women he sleeps with, he’s touching them subtly once he knows for a fact they’re interested in him. He’s holding them, squeezing their sides as he talks to their friends. He’s standing behind them, pressed up to their back so they can feel him before they hurry off to some corner of the house to fuck. He’s telling them how he saw those eyes from across the room, he saw them eye fucking him and it turned him on. It’s always fun for him to watch them blush and squeal and gasp.

I think with Nathan specifically (nickles truthing today for my mental health) he’s more the teasing type, he’ll leave a lingering touch to his lower back that Nathan tries to not over think. They’ll be drinking together and pickles will look at Nathan, his eyes are lustful but his demeanor is playful and loose, so Nathan decides it’s just the booze making him think like that. Nathan finds himself hot with jealousy when he’s got a girl or another guy hanging on his every word, touching them the way he touches Nathan, and Pickles will look at him mid conversation with them, give him a wink before turning back to whoever he’s with and it just fans the fire in Nathan’s stomach.

But when the roles are reversed, and Nathan comes onto him, Pickles is submissive and teasing. Nathan will corner him in the studio once everyone else leaves and he’s locked the door. Pickles can see the lust in his blown out pupils, feel it radiating off of his body as a huge palm is splashed over the wall next to his head. He’ll play hard to get, act cool and give Nathan that lopsided smile and pretend he doesn’t feel his dick twitch. He’ll ask Nathan what he wants, a hand reaching out to toy with one of the loops on his belt, his hand grazing over the already prominent bulge Nathan’s sporting. He’ll act surprised by the passionate kiss Nathan gives him, pressing him against the wall so hard Pickles thinks they might go through it.

He’s so submissive, even, that it becomes a ritual. He’ll do something to make Nathan jealous, bring home some dark haired groupie and fuck her loud into the next morning knowing Nathan can hear. He’ll watch Nathan eye him at a bar when another man gets too comfortable, laying a hand on his lower back as he orders their drinks. He loves seeing the metaphorical flames that follow Nathan when he’s jealous, playing this game of prey and predator. Because he knows as soon as he’s alone with Nathan, those green eyes will look at him like he’s a piece of meat for the taking. Hell rip him to shreds before building him back up, making sure each piece is just the way it was before.