(( get them drunk on rose water ))

[hardlydead]

[ crotus prenn is pretty low on the list of places david opts to go exploring or scavenging, not because of anything to do with the place itself, but its inhabitants are both... territorial. and they both give him the wig in massively different ways. unfortunately it's a great place for gathering a ton of different supplies — medical mostly, but who knows what you'll find if you're willing to root around the carnival — and after returning from a few trips out without much to show for it, david feels like he should give it a proper try. ]

[ it's miserable out here, always is. the chapel smells of burned wood even from a distance and the air is cold and damp and yet somehow stale. david shoves his hands in his jacket pockets with a frown — one part thought, one part deep displeasure at being here, but if they run across a killer he'd rather take his chances with the clown than the nurse. so. chapelside of the realm it is. ]

[ billy's fast and not one to take stupid risks too. it's not why david brought him along, but it's a good bit of security if they get caught out. toss his bag billy's way to make sure the stuff gets back to camp and david'll keep the killer occupied. different stakes, but still more or less the same as in trials. ]

God, I fuckin' hate this place. [ he clicks his flashlight on and off like he doesn't already know it works fine and glances billy's way. ] Start with the church, yeah? Probably not much there if anything, but who knows.

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[hardlydead]

[ david is a little mollified by jeff's hands on him, less aggressive for the moment, but he still makes his attempts to get close. presses himself up against jeff once he's not actively being pushed anymore and tilts his head to press his lips to the hollow of jeff's throat, another just under the edge of his jaw. takes a deep, shaky breath-- fuck, jeff smells good. ]

[ he murmurs something to that effect where his face his pressed against the side of jeff's neck, low and gravelly, the hand that was on jeff's chest now falling to his waist. insistent as he uses that hand to hold himself close, but not forceful. and if jeff can feel that david's at least half hard this close up, don't worry about it. ]

[otherbitches]

I don't need—

[ Ok, what's worse? The strange world-shattering realization that the closest approximation you have for a healthy male figure is queer and never told you? Or his fucking boyfriend thinking you need a babysitter? ]

Jesus Christ, I don't need to be fucking met halfway.

[ He does catch the flashlight, thank you very much, and he looks ready to continue arguing until David fucking— nuzzles forward. Billy's expression pales, and he backs up, both from the sheer unreality of it all and plain discomfort. Is David the gi— ]

Fucking whatever. Don't— die. Don't— [ Billy stammers until he just quits talking and high tails it out of there. It's good he's so good at planting his feet, because otherwise he might have tripped slowly going through the broken window. But hey, at least he didn't leave in a bigoted tirade! But, he does not plan to go toward the campfire. He'd like to be by himself.

That was— a lot. ]

[microbreweries]

[ well, this could have gone... better. also could have gone a lot worse, but there'll be plenty of time later for jeff to feel mildly anxious and slightly uncomfortable about billy having witnessed david in a vulnerable state. jeff doesn't know the kid even half as well as david very obviously does, but he does know that billy has a little bit of a tendency to be an asshole, intentional or not. talks a lot of shit, especially when he feels threatened, which jeff doesn't really fault him for, but —

this is probably a lot. jeff just hopes he keeps his mouth shut, at least until this whole thing can be properly addressed.

for now, though, jeff waits until billy's footsteps are distant and tapering before he shifts his attention to david. the hand on the side of his neck shifted around to the back of it at some point, probably when david was leaning and pressing in to be... affectionate, and jeff squeezes lightly, almost as if in acknowledgement. he looks down at the side of david's face, inhales. shifts his gaze out toward the chapel, the damaged pews, the tattered tapestries. jeff's never properly been to church a day in his life. if it wasn't for the fact that he's witnessed many people get slaughtered right here in the middle of the chapel, he'd maybe feel a little guilty— ]

Hey. [ he looks down at david again, smooths a rough thumb behind his ear. his voice is low, quiet, and he braces his other hand against david's ribs, applying gentle pressure in a slow attempt to try and walk him backwards. ] C'mon. You wanna sit down...?

[hardlydead]

[ billy leaves and he takes the last vestiges of david's self-restraint with him — it might not seem like he's been holding himself back since jeff arrived, but the way his fingers immediately tuck under jeff's waistband when there's no more sound of receding footsteps could hint at how much he's been fighting this. now it's just the two of them... he can't think of a single reason why he wouldn't fully give in to this. ]

[ the way jeff squeezes the back of his neck gets a quiet, shaky breath from him, just on the edge of a moan. jeff clearly doesn't feel the urgency that david does-- he tugs at jeff's waistband, frustrated as if he doesn't understand why he's even still dressed. but they're moving now? that's progress, right? david goes easily in whatever direction he's pushed, assuming it means that jeff will finally give him what he needs. ]

[ at this point he'll do just about anything for it, and when jeff's question finally filters through about five layers of horny incoherence, david nods. murmurs jeff's name insistently again, but he doesn't follow it up, uncertain about how exactly to express his wants and needs in this moment beyond the way he's practically pawing at jeff, desperate for something-- anything more than what he's been getting so far. ]

[ -- jeff said something about sitting, right? david lifts his head, just enough to glance back over his shoulder and see they're moving towards a pew, which is... good? he thinks? but david also has his own thoughts on how all this should go and hastily puts the hand not on jeff's pants on his side. instead of jeff gently walking them back, david insistently shoves jeff toward a seat so he can clamber into his lap once he's sat down. ]