[ how long is he going to hold out? evan's not sure. not david - himself. he can deal with a handjob better than this but the circumstances are dangerous, enticing, and he might not have the self-control to manage it. not now.
david makes a sound, makes a move, and evan tries not to respond in kind because that's the kind of thing he likes, just as much as he assumes david does at this point. he tries, inexpertly, to adjust his grip, change from rough speed to something a little more interesting, but it's hard to focus on that when all he wants to do is get off, hard and fast, in david's grip. and david's helping that matter, a lot.
he's not going to hold out, but god damn is he ever going to try. ]
[ whatever evan's doing with his hand confuses david for about half a second, wondering why he's changing what he was doing, and what is he doing now, but for better or worse it works. if it's that evan's moving in a way that particularly works for davod, or if david's just so fucking gone on this that even the bare minimum would do right now, it doesn't really matter. what matters is the way his head tips back with another moan and a hissed curse. ]
[ he grips harder at evan's ass, practically kneading it. he's not going to bother changing what he's doing, as far as he can tell it's exactly what evan wants, and right now david's not interested in messing with him or fighting about it. maybe-- ]
[ this is nothing special, and yet somehow it also is. two assholes jerking eachother off on a couch is practically as basic as gay experiences get, and yet somehow it's better than any sex he's had in recent memory. sure as fuck shouldn't be ready to come this fast, and yet he's so fucking close. barely even manages to recognise just how close he is before he's spilling over evan's hand and onto his own stomach. ]
[ david coming first is enough to catch him by surprise (again) and he stops abruptly, eyes opening but not pulling his head back. the grip on his ass is going to bruise, he thinks distantly, but that's fine, that's something nobody is ever going to see, even david, and -
he could make some stupid, insulting little comment about how david's easy (again) or can't hold on (untrue) but given that he also still wants to get off, evan decides against it. it's only half a decision. he's too distracted, too desperate, to make any particular decisions, or even be able to say anything at all.
under david's hands he shudders, jerking into david's grip, teeth burying themselves in his shoulder as it doesn't take much longer for him to follow suit. onto david (again). this time the bite probably does draw blood, because there's a whine that escapes him, the last remnants of what he was trying to keep choked back. it's mostly a success. ]
[ sure, he feels a little put out by coming first, but evan being so close behind massages the blow. it's a distraction at least, a light hum of satisfaction on his lips (until evan bites him anyway) as david works him through it, and then he's lazily moving his hand up to rest on his hip. ]
[ he slips his other hand out of the back of evan's pants after another moment, ends up with that one on the back of evan's neck since he's in the way of checking that bite, if it stings because evan broke the skin or if it was just a particularly hard one. ]
[ otherwise, david's in no rush to move. not until he's caught his breath. ]
[ it takes him at least fifteen seconds to get hold of himself, and then more to get back in control of himself, which is embarrassing but he can handle it. mostly because he's too distracted to focus on the fact.
he barely notices the way david's hands move, too, carefully avoiding his back in favor of his hip and neck, just keeping him there. not by force, just by the gentlest pressure. it's strange. being touched isn't unfamiliar but all of this is ...
he pulls back, just slightly. enough to realize he bit down hard enough to draw blood. not a lot, but enough that it'll be a clear mark. clear evidence.
god damn does he hope david can write that off somehow. it's not like he'll probably keep it hidden. ]
Sorry.
[ it's mumbled, half audible, as evan lets go of david to try and balance his weight on the couch. ]
[ when evan pulls back, david lets his hands slip away from him, touches where evan bit him and raises his eyebrows in surprise when he looks at his fingers and there's blood on them. not a lot, but it's still a surprise that evan bit him hard enough to draw blood. then again, it's not exactly the first time. ]
You gotta stop biting bits outta me.
[ it's dry, joking as he leans just enough to reach off the couch and grab his shirt up off the floor. it's his place, he can get properly cleaned up later. for now, david just uses the discarded shirt to wipe off his hand, and then his chest and stomach. and then lazily tucks himself back in his pants once that's done. ]
[ it takes him a second to get the sort-of joke before he huffs, not really a laugh. not the ideal memory for the situation, but then again, that's what started all of this.
when david reaches for his shirt, evan remembers that his own is down there on the floor, too, and picks it up maybe a little too fast. he drags it on, because there's not as much on him as on david. he can wash off without worrying. ]
Just a habit.
[ maybe 'instinct' would have been better. no, probably not. he leans back, puts himself away, watches david uneasily because yet again the post-coital clarity is hitting him hard and he doesn't get why they keep doing this knowing how dangerous it is. even worse habits than biting. ]
[ something about being here helps keep the anxiety at bay for david. it's... safe. as much as anything can be for him. a space he's spent years and years building to insulate him from the outside world, from the realities of his life. ]
[ so he's a lot more at ease than he was last time. not completely — he looks up at evan when he puts his shirt on and it's a sharp reminder of who this is, who he's brought into his home — but it's easy to fake what doesn't come naturally. the hand he didn't use to grab his shirt is resting on evan's thigh, just above his knee. ]
[ he snorts at evan's comment, shakes his head. ]
I'd say there's worse ones, but I'd like to bleed less.
[ the hand on his thigh should make him uncomfortable and angry. he should already be smacking it away, shoving david away, getting off him. hell, he's almost completely redressed by now, he should be on his way out the door.
instead he just stays there, letting the sweat dry and his brain reset. arguably that's the better choice, but it says a lot about him he's not sure he wants to be said. ]
Yeah, well, stop gettin' in my way.
[ it's a joke, mostly. not said with any real anger. he tries to remind himself that any further bites are going to be a bad idea, so maybe he should learn to have something resembling restraint? as if that's going to happen. ]
[ without thinking, david lightly slides his hand up evan's thigh, toward his crotch, like he'd be trying for another round if they hadn't both literally just come, but his expression is more lightly amused than it is anything seductive. ]
[ he grimaces slightly at the touch when it gets a little too close, but doesn't make a move to push him away. he's nowhere near ready for another round but if it's not a threat - even if it should be - he won't get violent. at least, not yet.
there's no reason. ]
You want another go, you gotta give me ten minutes.
[ he wasn't looking for another go necessarily, but why not? david takes his hand off evan's thigh so he can stretch out a little under him, letting his arm rest across his stomach when he settles. kind of unsure what to say or do in the meantime, but they can just... chill quietly. it's no big deal, right? right. ]
[ part of evan wants to shut his eyes and doze off, but he still doesn't trust david quite enough to do that. here, no, he probably wouldn't get his shit kicked in, but he didn't get this far in life without being paranoid to the point of it being crippling.
[ it's probably best if they don't, really. he's been away from home long enough without checking in.
he nods, leans back a little more, and checks his phone. he keeps the gps off these days, mostly for his own sake, but somebody's going to notice sooner or later. no messages, though. he's not wanted just yet. he relaxes minutely, but he himself would never notice that. ]
Better not. Gettin' too old for that.
[ that's not true, but it's an excuse. he shoves his phone away but otherwise doesn't move to get off david just yet, as if the limited contact is enough to keep him ... well, relaxed enough to stay. ]
[ it should bother him more, some part of david is keenly aware of that much. the baseline anxiety of evan being here is starting to filter through, tighten in his chest, but the weight of him on his thighs is grounding, in a way. ]
[ relatively speaking. some days he feels like he's fifty, and other days he feels like he's fourteen again. right now, it's somewhere in the middle but older than he is, probably because of the guilt of what he's doing.
slowly he moves off of david, just enough to free his legs so he can drop back down on the end of the couch with a grimace. ]
Just 'cause you live like you're 22 doesn't mean it's true.
[ david snorts and pulls himself back to sit up at the other end of the couch. he doesn't feel old yet, his body hasn't started rebelling against him the way other people's seem to at his age — sure he needs to be a little more mindful of how he sleeps and his knees click when he crouches, but comparatively he's doing great. especially for someone who's been throwing himself at life like a battering ram since before he even learned to shave. ]
[ sure, mentally he feels old and exhausted most of the time, but who gives a shit about that? ]
I live like I work my ass off for more money than I could ever spend. Might as well party every now'n then.
[ it's an emphatic correction, maybe a little defensive if you squint. david's not thinking too much about that, reaching for his beer from earlier. ]
[ evan's expression goes from its usual grim look to half disbelief, half annoyance. ]
Every now'n then?
[ he repeats it sarcastically. as far as he's concerned, david does nothing but party, unless he's beating the shit out of someone or being showed off like some kind of prized pet. ]
[ he's not bothered by the disbelief, it's what he wants from people after all. if anything it's kind of funny that evan thinks it's all he does. david shrugs a shoulder and takes a sip from his beer — he's out and about a lot, more than most, but these days a lot of it is just... making an appearance. turning up for an hour or two and people just assume he was there all night. ]
Y'think I'd have time to get shit done if I was out on the lash as much as you think?
[ evan's expression doesn't change, but he does pause before he replies, as if the logic of the statement is making him realize he might be wrong and not really liking it. ]
Seems like every time I call you you're out getting shitfaced.
[ which isn't often - yet - but it's often enough that he's started assuming.
then again, it's true that david has a point. he still has to do family work, and he sure as hell had time to beat the shit out of evan in the street. that probably kept him out of bars for a while. ]
[ then again, how often is he going to the clubs david's family owns? never, that's how often. he shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair, feeling sweat, remembering why it's there. ]
Guess you wouldn't have that kind of leeway if that was all you did.
Wouldn't be involved in the business at all if that was all I did.
[ it was made clear when he was younger, if he didn't take things seriously he wouldn't be a part of the family. the threat came in various forms, from just being removed from the business to being cut off to being put in the ground. all of them equally believable. ]
[ it makes sense, but a part of him still believe david's the ultimate partier. which is probably what he's meant to think, and take david less seriously ... which ends up with him getting his shit kicked in publicly, even if they agreed to it.
frustrated by his own ineptitude, evan picks up his jacket and fiddles with the lining. it's a good jacket, old, real leather and well-worn, patched and repaired. the one he's basically never not wearing. ]
Ever think that might have been the better option?
[ it's not sarcastic or accusatory. he's genuinely asking. ]
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david makes a sound, makes a move, and evan tries not to respond in kind because that's the kind of thing he likes, just as much as he assumes david does at this point. he tries, inexpertly, to adjust his grip, change from rough speed to something a little more interesting, but it's hard to focus on that when all he wants to do is get off, hard and fast, in david's grip. and david's helping that matter, a lot.
he's not going to hold out, but god damn is he ever going to try. ]
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[ he grips harder at evan's ass, practically kneading it. he's not going to bother changing what he's doing, as far as he can tell it's exactly what evan wants, and right now david's not interested in messing with him or fighting about it. maybe-- ]
[ this is nothing special, and yet somehow it also is. two assholes jerking eachother off on a couch is practically as basic as gay experiences get, and yet somehow it's better than any sex he's had in recent memory. sure as fuck shouldn't be ready to come this fast, and yet he's so fucking close. barely even manages to recognise just how close he is before he's spilling over evan's hand and onto his own stomach. ]
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he could make some stupid, insulting little comment about how david's easy (again) or can't hold on (untrue) but given that he also still wants to get off, evan decides against it. it's only half a decision. he's too distracted, too desperate, to make any particular decisions, or even be able to say anything at all.
under david's hands he shudders, jerking into david's grip, teeth burying themselves in his shoulder as it doesn't take much longer for him to follow suit. onto david (again). this time the bite probably does draw blood, because there's a whine that escapes him, the last remnants of what he was trying to keep choked back. it's mostly a success. ]
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a distraction at least, a light hum of satisfaction on his lips (until evan bites him anyway) as david works him through it, and then he's lazily moving his hand up to rest on his hip. ]
[ he slips his other hand out of the back of evan's pants after another moment, ends up with that one on the back of evan's neck since he's in the way of checking that bite, if it stings because evan broke the skin or if it was just a particularly hard one. ]
[ otherwise, david's in no rush to move. not until he's caught his breath. ]
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he barely notices the way david's hands move, too, carefully avoiding his back in favor of his hip and neck, just keeping him there. not by force, just by the gentlest pressure. it's strange. being touched isn't unfamiliar but all of this is ...
he pulls back, just slightly. enough to realize he bit down hard enough to draw blood. not a lot, but enough that it'll be a clear mark. clear evidence.
god damn does he hope david can write that off somehow. it's not like he'll probably keep it hidden. ]
Sorry.
[ it's mumbled, half audible, as evan lets go of david to try and balance his weight on the couch. ]
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You gotta stop biting bits outta me.
[ it's dry, joking as he leans just enough to reach off the couch and grab his shirt up off the floor. it's his place, he can get properly cleaned up later. for now, david just uses the discarded shirt to wipe off his hand, and then his chest and stomach. and then lazily tucks himself back in his pants once that's done. ]
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when david reaches for his shirt, evan remembers that his own is down there on the floor, too, and picks it up maybe a little too fast. he drags it on, because there's not as much on him as on david. he can wash off without worrying. ]
Just a habit.
[ maybe 'instinct' would have been better. no, probably not. he leans back, puts himself away, watches david uneasily because yet again the post-coital clarity is hitting him hard and he doesn't get why they keep doing this knowing how dangerous it is. even worse habits than biting. ]
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[ so he's a lot more at ease than he was last time. not completely — he looks up at evan when he puts his shirt on and it's a sharp reminder of who this is, who he's brought into his home — but it's easy to fake what doesn't come naturally. the hand he didn't use to grab his shirt is resting on evan's thigh, just above his knee. ]
[ he snorts at evan's comment, shakes his head. ]
I'd say there's worse ones, but I'd like to bleed less.
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instead he just stays there, letting the sweat dry and his brain reset. arguably that's the better choice, but it says a lot about him he's not sure he wants to be said. ]
Yeah, well, stop gettin' in my way.
[ it's a joke, mostly. not said with any real anger. he tries to remind himself that any further bites are going to be a bad idea, so maybe he should learn to have something resembling restraint? as if that's going to happen. ]
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In your way now, am I?
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[ he grimaces slightly at the touch when it gets a little too close, but doesn't make a move to push him away. he's nowhere near ready for another round but if it's not a threat - even if it should be - he won't get violent. at least, not yet.
there's no reason. ]
You want another go, you gotta give me ten minutes.
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he does relax maybe a little too much, though. ]
Might be more'n ten minutes.
[ if he's being honest. ]
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Don't have to go again.
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he nods, leans back a little more, and checks his phone. he keeps the gps off these days, mostly for his own sake, but somebody's going to notice sooner or later. no messages, though. he's not wanted just yet. he relaxes minutely, but he himself would never notice that. ]
Better not. Gettin' too old for that.
[ that's not true, but it's an excuse. he shoves his phone away but otherwise doesn't move to get off david just yet, as if the limited contact is enough to keep him ... well, relaxed enough to stay. ]
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Aren't we about the same age?
[ david raises an eyebrow. ]
Gonna make me feel old, sayin' shit like that.
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[ relatively speaking. some days he feels like he's fifty, and other days he feels like he's fourteen again. right now, it's somewhere in the middle but older than he is, probably because of the guilt of what he's doing.
slowly he moves off of david, just enough to free his legs so he can drop back down on the end of the couch with a grimace. ]
Just 'cause you live like you're 22 doesn't mean it's true.
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[ sure, mentally he feels old and exhausted most of the time, but who gives a shit about that? ]
I live like I work my ass off for more money than I could ever spend. Might as well party every now'n then.
[ it's an emphatic correction, maybe a little defensive if you squint. david's not thinking too much about that, reaching for his beer from earlier. ]
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Every now'n then?
[ he repeats it sarcastically. as far as he's concerned, david does nothing but party, unless he's beating the shit out of someone or being showed off like some kind of prized pet. ]
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[ he's not bothered by the disbelief, it's what he wants from people after all. if anything it's kind of funny that evan thinks it's all he does. david shrugs a shoulder and takes a sip from his beer — he's out and about a lot, more than most, but these days a lot of it is just... making an appearance. turning up for an hour or two and people just assume he was there all night. ]
Y'think I'd have time to get shit done if I was out on the lash as much as you think?
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Seems like every time I call you you're out getting shitfaced.
[ which isn't often - yet - but it's often enough that he's started assuming.
then again, it's true that david has a point. he still has to do family work, and he sure as hell had time to beat the shit out of evan in the street. that probably kept him out of bars for a while. ]
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[ flat, deadpan. it's not like they talk a lot or often, but he supposes a pattern is a pattern. ]
We own most of those clubs. I'm not usually there to cut loose.
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[ then again, how often is he going to the clubs david's family owns? never, that's how often. he shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair, feeling sweat, remembering why it's there. ]
Guess you wouldn't have that kind of leeway if that was all you did.
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[ it was made clear when he was younger, if he didn't take things seriously he wouldn't be a part of the family. the threat came in various forms, from just being removed from the business to being cut off to being put in the ground. all of them equally believable. ]
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frustrated by his own ineptitude, evan picks up his jacket and fiddles with the lining. it's a good jacket, old, real leather and well-worn, patched and repaired. the one he's basically never not wearing. ]
Ever think that might have been the better option?
[ it's not sarcastic or accusatory. he's genuinely asking. ]
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