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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-07 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the response is almost a disappointment. what was he expecting? anger? a punch? it doesn't matter now. they can argue about it later. right now he's trying to keep his focus as david tugs him in a little closer and manages to get his hand around evan. and himself.

it's a new sensation, one evan's not sure he wants to think about for more than a few seconds. but it's not bad, either. a little uncertainly, he shifts his hand to try and do the same, even if the grip is awkward. it's - different. not what he was expecting. not that he knew what the hell he was expecting other than david back on his knees, which some part of him thinks is going to be a one-time thing.

he shuts his eyes and focuses his attention back on david's shoulder, which is about as easy to hide as the collarbone. part of him wants to lay a mark on his neck, but that's too dangerous, and he knows it. his other hand is flat on david's chest, half supporting, half feeling. just getting everything he can out of this. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-07 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ whatever focus he has on david's shoulder, it shorts out as david moves. he bites down less out of intent and more out of instinct as the feeling of that friction rips through him, and it's only because of the bite that he manages to avoid making some critically embarrassing noise. he can't stop the hard breath, though, or the way he shudders, because for all his attempt to believe that this isn't much different from being with a woman, it is. it's way different.

he manages to avoid drawing blood, at least, and pulls his head back just far enough so that he's not tempted to do it again. the mark looks decent against david's skin, at least, and for a second he almost smirks except david rocks again and it makes everything in his brain go hazy again.

it's hard not to do the same and thrust hard against david, in both their hands, but he manages to hold himself in check aside from a brief, sharp attempt. he also manages to keep his voice down to a groan. that takes less effort, but the further this goes, the harder that'll be. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-08 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ whether it's because it's with a man or with david specifically or because he's right on the edge of releasing all the repression he's dealt with for half his fucking life, everything seems so much more to evan than it normally is. it'd border on overwhelming if he let it, he knows. he has to keep some edge of control.

the pace, rhythm, whatever they get together has another shudder run through him, but he doesn't make a serious sound. not yet. he breathes out steadily against david's skin and tries to move his hand a little, tries to do more than just let the friction and movement drag him out of his own skin and into the moment. it helps some. probably.

he doesn't even argue david's hand on his chest, feeling and grabbing and holding on in a way that seems greedier than just wanting to hold on. that's fine for now. fine the same way he digs his fingers into david's own chest and tries not to bite him again, even if he didn't get a bad response to the first one. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-09 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if he had any idea that david was watching him that intently, he'd put a lot more effort into being controlled. as it is, he thinks having his forehead pressed nearly to david's shoulder hides the most of it, and doesn't try to look at david to confirm anything. because that'd ruin this for him. realizing exactly what he's doing, and who he's doing it with.

he can ignore all that right now and try to breathe evenly even as things get harder and harder to control. he manages to just about strangle a thin moan, his fingers unsteady under david's, feeling like he's ready to lose himself to this completely. but he can't. he can't be the first one to give in. no fucking way.

there's enough concentration there that when david's fingers dig in harder he leans in a little further, hips pushing forward against the rhythm, making them drag against each other and that almost undoes him right there. the resultant surge comes out as one choked, desperate curse: ]


Fuck.
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-09 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wasn't he the one that wanted to leave bruises? it's probably mutual. he can feel the pressure on his hip and it doesn't help things at all. or maybe that's all it does. he pushes hard into david's hand again, into his own hand, the control over his movements slipping as the desperation creeps up on him.

there's no concerns. no thoughts of being overheard or seen. no fear of being found out, not right now. not when he's got this. not when he can hear david doing things, saying things, he'd never expected to hear, except maybe as a nasty joke.

unfortunately, as much experience as he has with women, david's something new. so evan doesn't outlast him. for a few seconds he doesn't want to. the noise he makes when he comes, caught between david and himself, is probably the most frustratingly embarrassing sound he's ever made in david's presence, and maybe anyone's. not a cry, not a moan, but something caught between those and a gasp that turns into a shuddered breath.

that he comes all over david's chest doesn't occur to him right away, but it'll be something to gloat over later. if he ever gets past the what the fuck did i just do aspect of this, anyway. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-10 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ when evan finally manages to catch his breath and figure out where he is, there's a few long seconds of outright mortification. he's almost shirtless, his pants below his ass, his dick in his hand and another guy's dick in his hand, almost collapsed on top of that other guy, in his shitty rarely-used apartment. and he feels so totally burned out he can't even push himself off. that that guy is david king is less of a problem in this exact moment, but it's still a problem.

the biggest issue, though, is that he doesn't quite want to move yet. it's painful and awkward like this, but there's a sense of satisfaction running through him that makes him shiver. it was - unexpected. really fucking good, for what little it was.

and then the dread washes up on top of him, like a hand settling on his shoulder, ready to steer him straight into a bottomless pit. but nobody watches this apartment anymore. it's too far out of the way.

he pulls back - not off completely, but away, letting go of david, trying to pull his pants back up and put himself together again. his hands shake just slightly in the process, and that makes him angry at the same time that he's embarrassed. he can't figure out anything to say, so he doesn't say anything. it's always been easier like that. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-10 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the bites ache a little, and he's already sore from the way they were ... sitting? lying? whatever that was. little physical things that wouldn't bother him under any other circumstance. now, they're reminders of what he just did, and some of them are going to stick around.

he doesn't quite look at david as he slips off, gripping the arm of the couch to keep himself up. his shirt's open. need to do that up. as he does so: ]


Bathroom's through the bedroom.

[ the only other door in the place leads to both. he figures david's going to want to clean off. the urge to gloat or mock him over being the one with all the evidence on his chest and stomach is there, but it's so small and insignificant he barely even realizes it. he could, but david knows exactly how involved in that he was.

and the whole time, he knows this was all his own fault. he started it. all of it. the only thing david did of his own volition was blow him a month or two back. everything else, evan started. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-11 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ by the time david gets back, evan's done his shirt back up, pulled his jacket on but left that open, and picked up david's clothes to fold them over the arm of the couch. he himself is back in the kitchen, but not really doing anything. there's alcohol in the cupboards - the same stuff they brought over before, whatever didn't get taken when david left - but he doesn't want to drink it.

there's a sore spot on his collarbone, where david returned the favors he doled out. from this distance he can see the red marks that'll darken. whatever little twinge of satisfaction he feels in seeing them is overwhelmed by the idea of what'll happen if david, who takes his shirt off more often than normal people, gets questioned about who left them.

he'll lie, obviously. and probably nobody's going to care enough to question further. but someone might. evan can at least know that nobody's going to see what was left on him.

he doesn't really know what to say, so he stays silent, wiping dust off the counter with a bare hand. his phone has no alerts. no texts, nothing. nobody cares where he is right now. that's probably for the best, but his paranoia is setting things off anyway.

and yet despite it all, there's a tiny flame of satisfaction burning in him, buried under the layers of guilt and shame and rage. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-12 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ the comment almost startles evan, and he looks up at david, as if acknowledging everything is the problem. but it's not like they can't, now. he could barely ignore the memory of the shut-the-fuck-up-kiss or david blowing him for the last few months. this? this isn't going anywhere. ]

Easier for me than you.

[ it's an automatic comment from somewhere in the depths of his long-standing hatred for david. another insult about david's tendency to ... what, sleep around? take his shirt off? he's not sure.

then he asks a question he knows he shouldn't ask. ]


You got a place nobody watches?
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-12 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's a bad question, not because of what it is on its own, but because of what it entails. david in evan's territory is bad, but manageable. if things go wrong, he can ... probably deal with it. but him in david's? he's got no power there. no ability to handle anything. it could be a trap.

even if his wasn't, and david didn't seem to have problems coming here. evan's paranoid. always has been and always will be. but he asked the question anyway, which suggests where he'd like to go. because this is going to keep going, no matter how stupid it is. ]


I keep coming here, someone's gonna wonder where I'm going.

[ he's not really known for vanishing acts, and he can only use the excuse of a woman for so long before someone wants to find out who she is. not a problem for david, probably. people expect him to have a rotation of girls who don't have names; they won't ask. it's kind of frustrating that he might not have an advantage in that department. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-12 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ evan pulls out his own phone and looks at the address. for a second he wonders: should he delete that? get david to delete it? but for all the things he's expected to do, handing over his phone isn't one of them.

so far.

he's not sure how much farther that'll go.

he can get rid of it later. along with every other conversation he's had with david. once he knows how to get there and can do it. the idea of actually doing it makes something twist in his gut, and he doesn't know if it's fear and anxiety or anticipation that's the cause. all of the above, probably. ]


Yeah. Sure.

[ next time. god damn. ]
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[personal profile] bloodandbrass 2024-10-12 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ evan's no better, just nodding as david says his awkward goodbyes and leaves. he's still staring at the address. he could do something worthwhile with this. turn it in. have it raided. have it tracked and bugged. they probably wouldn't get anything really good, but they might. and if nothing else, they'd know a safehouse. it'd get him far. and all he'd have to do is say he bought the information.

the urge flares and fades. he hates david and wants to beat his face in with his own two hands. turning over something small and private like this - he could, but where would it lead him? he'd be just as miserable as before. moreso, knowing what he could have, or at least try to get his hands on.

and, some part of him thinks bitterly as david's footsteps disappear out of hearing, it's not as if it'll help him at all. he'll get a moment of passing praise, and it'll disappear. be gone as quickly as it was there. his father won't care. he never will.

for a while evan lets that sink in, and then he gathers up what little's left of his own stuff and leaves. just out drinking. that's all. that's all he ever does on his own these days. ]