[ his hesitation is a little shorter than david's, because it's hard not to follow through when it feels like his dick is about to tear a hole in his jeans. ]
[ because there's no way nobody's gonna be watching him if he leaves after all this, mostly just to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. and they've gotten wise to his favourite "send someone off in his cab" method, so he'll have to try a little harder. ]
[ the mention of a tail almost makes him pull back the offer, but it's too late. he glares at the phone and shoves it away. he didn't go home, or back to his own place. he kept wandering for a while. distracted. unnerved. waiting for david to send a response.
he's untethered, which is a first in a long, long time. now he does finally go for his shitty old place, which just gets worse by the day. he heads inside, brushes dust and ceiling mold off the counters. sits on the couch. gets back up and gets a drink from the open-way-too-long bottle of whiskey in the fridge. regrets that, along with most of his life choices.
then he remembers why they're supposed to be there, and heads into the bathroom to get out the mediocre medical supplies he's got stashed there. that's the whole reason he decided to keep the place on the downlow, after all: just in case he got his ass kicked and had to recover without anybody knowing the worst of it. ]
[ of all things, david opts to go to the park for a bit. not long, ten, maybe fifteen minutes. long enough to drink a beer and smoke a cigarette. then, using the darkness, he takes a long way around the park where there's not much light and a lot of plants to cut vision and take a rarely used exit. he wanders around a little after that to make doubly sure he's not being watched and then takes a long way around to evan's place. ]
[ he probably looks a fucking state, he hasn't showered yet, but david at least has the good sense to wear a hoodie and pull the hood up so his face is obscured by shadows. though it probably doesn't hide the frown on his face when he knocks on evan's door. ]
[ by the time the knock on the door comes, evan's wound tighter than he's been in a very long time, and for a number of reasons. he startles, glowers, reaches for a gun that isn't there, and then goes to answer the door.
it's david. hood up, but he can see the edge of bruises, the splatters of blood. not the first time by a long shot, but usually they're his fault. funny how not being equally beat to shit makes that seem different. ]
Not sure how much more like shit you can look.
[ he doesn't drag david in, but he shuts the door fast once he's inside. ]
[ david doesn't hesitate at all to follow evan in, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, expression grim despite himself. he glances around — he'd forgotten what a shithole this was — and looks back at evan when he closes the door. ]
[ well, he assumes evan called him over here for a hookup, and david's more than good for that. he heads further inside, pulling off his hoodie as he goes. he'd gotten as far as taking off the ruined shirt he was wearing when he saw the text, and the way the messages went it didn't seem like he'd really need a fresh one so he came without. it means there's no hiding the blood, the cuts and bruises — mostly bruises, especially on his back where it was easier to hit him while he was occupied. there's nothing serious, but it's enough most people wouldn't just be walking around afterwards. ]
[ he can't even really sneer at the insult. he's distracted. almost completely, which reaches completely when david pulls off his jacket and shirt. blood and cuts and bruises. they don't look good, and they don't make david look good, but the fact is that he saw everyone else.
plus, even if he looks like hell, there's something to be said for that. not that evan would ever be able to find the words. he just ... knows, somewhere in his gut.
his hands are steady when he pulls out the bandages, though. the dusty but mostly clean washcloths and the cold (more like tepid) bowl of water. ]
Guess I should stop second guessing you.
[ his voice is fine, too. just a shame the rest of him probably isn't going to play as nice. ]
[ david breathes a quiet, amused noise that turns into a surprised chuckle when he turns around and sees the stuff in evan's hands. though he hastily explains himself so evan doesn't get the wrong idea. ]
-- I didn't think you were serious.
[ surprisingly, even to himself, he's not against the idea though. ]
[ that flusters him a little. not obviously, although the confused frown that appears on his face might suggest he's put off. ]
Why else you think I'd drag your ass over here?
[ the obvious reason, maybe? but he's ignoring that. much as parts of him don't want david to clean up or fix himself up, there has to be a reason to this, an excuse. something he can tell himself was the justification for whatever else happens. that makes it okay. at least, sort of okay.
he shoves the bandages at david to hold. ]
Just let me get the fucking bootprints off your back.
[ there aren't any. david wasn't on the ground. several other people probably have bruises in the shape of his, though. ]
[ david gives him a look like that's the dumbest question he's ever heard, though he stops himself from saying as much. if evan calls him over, it feels like a fair assumption it's either for sex or violence. ]
[ but he doesn't push. somehow this is always easier when he has to manage evan's discomfort around whatever this is, and david has opted not to think about that too much, just settles easily into the role as he takes the bandages and turns back to find the couch and sit. angled so his back is easily accessible. ]
[ he doesn't even comment on the bootprints or lack thereof, he's so kind. ]
[ david complies, and that should be all that matters. should, but isn't.
evan wipes off the blood and grime not-so-gently. not intentionally, that's just how he does it to himself. get it off, get it treated, get it wrapped. do it quickly and get back to work. it's not expert work, but it's more than enough for him, which means it'll be good enough for david.
there's not a lot to bandage. the bruises will just have to be there tomorrow. the muscle strain is going to make life hell. but who's going to try anything, after david did all that? evan could, but even if none of this had happened, he probably wouldn't unless he was told to. worst he'd do is make fun of him. ask him who got one over on him. who could do as bad as he could.
for now he's silent, but there's a tension in him that's obvious. especially when he gets to one nasty scrape on david's chest. for half a second, his fingers tremble as he wipes away the blood. ]
[ the complete silence is weird. david doesn't mind the roughness — he's had a few girls who were tender about this kind of thing, and actual medics tend to have a little care to the way they work, but ultimately david's like evan. get it done quick and get back to it. but the silence, not even a little mocking? save for the odd hiss or wince when evan moves over a cut or scrape david hadn't even realised was there, it grates just a little. ]
[ but david doesn't say anything either. not even when he feels the slight tremble of evan's fingers on his chest. something about his discomfort and awkwardness makes david want to reach out, touch him, something. it always does, he doesn't know why. but now they're here, he's confused by this too. by the fact it was a genuine offer. it's a bit of a transparent attempt to get together, he's realising that now he has the time to think at all, but it's still so odd. this, from someone who by rights should be using this to try and take him out while he's hurt. ]
You're better at this than I expected.
[ it's an attempt to cut the tension, not a great one, but david at least manages to sound normal. like it's just a normal, offhand comment. nothing strange going on here. ]
[ he's not sure how it was for david, but evan was usually left to his own devices when he was injured - at least, if it was because of something he did. and he was always doing something. he learned how to fix problems fast and early so they didn't get to be bigger problems later. if he got fucked up working then generally someone was around to help, but ...
he pauses when most things are cleaned if not treated. half his brain is scrambled, just static pulsing through his thoughts. ]
[ he doesn't really know how to explain the way restraint was hammered into him, the way his father's disappointment was made clear every time he lost his temper or went too far. they have an image to maintain, something made abundantly clear and repeated again and again throughout david's life. they can't just coast by on fear and violence, that kind of power is far too fragile. ]
That lot pissed me off though. So...
[ as if pissing him off is difficult or unusual, but after weeks of dealing with their shit he was happy to go off. and if there was anyone around to see it, well. they'd remember what they saw, and likely pass it along. ]
[ where the two of them are similar in a lot of ways, the differences in their upbringing keeps them from being basically the same person. completely wild insane violent fury wasn't exactly encouraged growing up, but evan's father has a much shorter fuse than david's father, which is probably part of what caused the long-term feud. so he didn't discourage evan from explosions of violence against the right people. expected it, sometimes.
just never when it would make them look bad. ]
Pissed you off as much as I do, huh.
[ he sets down the bandages, the washcloth, but one hand is still on david. there's no reason for it. no excuse. just the fact that he's fighting his own instincts and urges telling him to do something stupid that wouldn't be that stupid now compared to a few months or even weeks ago. ]
[ david says it with an amused lilt to his voice and a shake of his head. ]
Dunno if there's anyone else who can piss me off that much.
[ evan's hand is still on him and david's doing his best to ignore it, not think about the fact that it's something he likes, just a small point of connection. he shouldn't want that when this is what it is; just something convenient. using eachother to work out urges they can't openly because of their image, the threat of mutually assured destruction making it safer than it would be with anyone else. ]
[ and yet something about this makes his gut twist in a way it hasn't since he was much younger. ]
Didn't stop you from tearing 'em up like you tried to tear me up.
[ this conversation exists solely to keep him from going insane, evan thinks. just their usual banter. back and forth. and then david will redress and leave and it'll be like it never happened. just another run-in. just another moment of peace in their little kind-of-a-truce.
and then he'll go insane. more insane, anyway.
the silence drags on a little too long before he finally tips just a little over the edge and shoves david back against the couch with both hands, moving so he's got a leg on either side of david's. he's not sure if he's pissed off or not, but he's hard as hell and this is something that he's not going to be able to deal with himself. ]
[ there's some sort of inane, nothing response rattling around his head when suddenly evan shoves him back before he can get it out. fine by him, honestly. if anything, david's just a little annoyed at himself for not moving first, but then evan's on him and he can feel that he's completely fucking hard and he feels a little less annoyed. clearly this was much more urgent for him. ]
[ he almost laughs just out of pure astonishment, but like always, it's easy enough for david to switch gears. tilts his head up to look at evan and reach for the back of his neck to pull him down closer, his other hand dropping to roughly grope him over his jeans. ]
Enjoyed gettin' to see it for a change, feels like.
[ and isn't that nice? to not have to shy away from what he is and carefully curate himself for the comfort of somebody else? for somebody to see the worst part of him and not just want him in spite of that, but want him more because of it? ]
[ there's always a part of him waiting for david to end this (if he doesn't), and one more time it's shut down by david laughing, and looking at him, both hands on him immediately.
it should piss evan off. and it does, a little. but there's more important things at hand here. ]
Yeah. I did.
[ it's half a growl, his hands already digging into david's chest and shoulder. he knows what it's like to have that violence turned on him, and that's never gotten him going. so it shouldn't have hit him so hard to see it turned on someone else.
too bad that it did. he leans in and the kiss is hard, violent - not dangerous, not actually a threat, but with an edge of desperation. the last few hours have been frustrating to the point of infuriating. he needs a release. david's hand over him is probably going to be too much too fast and he doesn't care. ]
[ david matches that energy, leaning up into the kiss with a matching growl. his fingers dig in briefly where he's holding evan's neck, nails scraping against his skin when he forces himself to let go so he can drop it to meet his other hand at evan's pants. ]
[ part of him thinks he shouldn't be so into this, somebody getting off on the sight of him that unhinged and violent shouldn't be something he feels a need to follow up on, but he also can't find it in himself to care much. might later, as he so often does these days, but in this moment he's focused on trying to get evan's pants undone so he can get his dick out and get a hand around it properly. ]
[ it's probably a bad thing, how hard he is when david finally gets his pants open and pulls him out. just on watching someone else fight like a wild animal the way he does. not even doing it himself, just watching. but there's worse things to like, and it's not as if he doesn't know what it feels like to take that.
he breaks off the kiss to suck in a breath and not let it shudder when both of david's hands are around him. he's not sure what he wants from this, but whatever it is he wants it bad. hard and fast and rough. his own hands don't get far enough down to return the favor for david just yet, instead staying on his skin, nails too short to leave marks but trying anyway as he drags them across david's chest and shoulder.
one gets to his neck and holds there as he pushes his way back into the kiss. that'll keep him from making any seriously bad noises for a while. ]
[ oddly, david's not that bothered about himself. not that this isn't doing anything for him, something's definitely stirring, but there's something about the fact that evan got this turned on from watching him. not even just being turned on, but that he stayed this tightly wound for hours afterward. ]
[ he moves a hand to evan's hip to pull him closer, grip hard like he's afraid evan will try to pull away, a low noise rumbling out of him into the kiss. it doesn't seem like it's going to take a lot to get him off, so david strokes him with a firm hand, resisting the urge to bite at his lips with everything he's got. ]
[ it'd be easy to give in like this. let david get him off over this. he's tempted. but a part of him feels like he'd owe david, then - be in his debt, the unforgivable thing. over a handjob. it seems stupid, but they'd always be out of balance then, and besides, he didn't drag david here just for him to get off.
(that first blowjob is different, somehow. he'll never really be able to figure out why.)
he growls against the kiss, hips jerking into david's hands, but he manages to get one hand of his own on david's wrist and squeezes. ]
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Doubt you've got anyone else who can do it
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My place or yours?
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Mine. Nobody's on my back today
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[ because there's no way nobody's gonna be watching him if he leaves after all this, mostly just to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. and they've gotten wise to his favourite "send someone off in his cab" method, so he'll have to try a little harder. ]
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he's untethered, which is a first in a long, long time. now he does finally go for his shitty old place, which just gets worse by the day. he heads inside, brushes dust and ceiling mold off the counters. sits on the couch. gets back up and gets a drink from the open-way-too-long bottle of whiskey in the fridge. regrets that, along with most of his life choices.
then he remembers why they're supposed to be there, and heads into the bathroom to get out the mediocre medical supplies he's got stashed there. that's the whole reason he decided to keep the place on the downlow, after all: just in case he got his ass kicked and had to recover without anybody knowing the worst of it. ]
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[ he probably looks a fucking state, he hasn't showered yet, but david at least has the good sense to wear a hoodie and pull the hood up so his face is obscured by shadows. though it probably doesn't hide the frown on his face when he knocks on evan's door. ]
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it's david. hood up, but he can see the edge of bruises, the splatters of blood. not the first time by a long shot, but usually they're his fault. funny how not being equally beat to shit makes that seem different. ]
Not sure how much more like shit you can look.
[ he doesn't drag david in, but he shuts the door fast once he's inside. ]
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[ david doesn't hesitate at all to follow evan in, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, expression grim despite himself. he glances around — he'd forgotten what a shithole this was — and looks back at evan when he closes the door. ]
[ well, he assumes evan called him over here for a hookup, and david's more than good for that. he heads further inside, pulling off his hoodie as he goes. he'd gotten as far as taking off the ruined shirt he was wearing when he saw the text, and the way the messages went it didn't seem like he'd really need a fresh one so he came without. it means there's no hiding the blood, the cuts and bruises — mostly bruises, especially on his back where it was easier to hit him while he was occupied. there's nothing serious, but it's enough most people wouldn't just be walking around afterwards. ]
[ but neither of them are most people. ]
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plus, even if he looks like hell, there's something to be said for that. not that evan would ever be able to find the words. he just ... knows, somewhere in his gut.
his hands are steady when he pulls out the bandages, though. the dusty but mostly clean washcloths and the cold (more like tepid) bowl of water. ]
Guess I should stop second guessing you.
[ his voice is fine, too. just a shame the rest of him probably isn't going to play as nice. ]
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-- I didn't think you were serious.
[ surprisingly, even to himself, he's not against the idea though. ]
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Why else you think I'd drag your ass over here?
[ the obvious reason, maybe? but he's ignoring that. much as parts of him don't want david to clean up or fix himself up, there has to be a reason to this, an excuse. something he can tell himself was the justification for whatever else happens. that makes it okay. at least, sort of okay.
he shoves the bandages at david to hold. ]
Just let me get the fucking bootprints off your back.
[ there aren't any. david wasn't on the ground. several other people probably have bruises in the shape of his, though. ]
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[ but he doesn't push. somehow this is always easier when he has to manage evan's discomfort around whatever this is, and david has opted not to think about that too much, just settles easily into the role as he takes the bandages and turns back to find the couch and sit. angled so his back is easily accessible. ]
[ he doesn't even comment on the bootprints or lack thereof, he's so kind. ]
Okay, okay. Shit.
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evan wipes off the blood and grime not-so-gently. not intentionally, that's just how he does it to himself. get it off, get it treated, get it wrapped. do it quickly and get back to work. it's not expert work, but it's more than enough for him, which means it'll be good enough for david.
there's not a lot to bandage. the bruises will just have to be there tomorrow. the muscle strain is going to make life hell. but who's going to try anything, after david did all that? evan could, but even if none of this had happened, he probably wouldn't unless he was told to. worst he'd do is make fun of him. ask him who got one over on him. who could do as bad as he could.
for now he's silent, but there's a tension in him that's obvious. especially when he gets to one nasty scrape on david's chest. for half a second, his fingers tremble as he wipes away the blood. ]
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[ but david doesn't say anything either. not even when he feels the slight tremble of evan's fingers on his chest. something about his discomfort and awkwardness makes david want to reach out, touch him, something. it always does, he doesn't know why. but now they're here, he's confused by this too. by the fact it was a genuine offer. it's a bit of a transparent attempt to get together, he's realising that now he has the time to think at all, but it's still so odd. this, from someone who by rights should be using this to try and take him out while he's hurt. ]
You're better at this than I expected.
[ it's an attempt to cut the tension, not a great one, but david at least manages to sound normal. like it's just a normal, offhand comment. nothing strange going on here. ]
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[ he's not sure how it was for david, but evan was usually left to his own devices when he was injured - at least, if it was because of something he did. and he was always doing something. he learned how to fix problems fast and early so they didn't get to be bigger problems later. if he got fucked up working then generally someone was around to help, but ...
he pauses when most things are cleaned if not treated. half his brain is scrambled, just static pulsing through his thoughts. ]
You don't fight like that much.
[ he's very good at this. ]
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[ he doesn't really know how to explain the way restraint was hammered into him, the way his father's disappointment was made clear every time he lost his temper or went too far. they have an image to maintain, something made abundantly clear and repeated again and again throughout david's life. they can't just coast by on fear and violence, that kind of power is far too fragile. ]
That lot pissed me off though. So...
[ as if pissing him off is difficult or unusual, but after weeks of dealing with their shit he was happy to go off. and if there was anyone around to see it, well. they'd remember what they saw, and likely pass it along. ]
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just never when it would make them look bad. ]
Pissed you off as much as I do, huh.
[ he sets down the bandages, the washcloth, but one hand is still on david. there's no reason for it. no excuse. just the fact that he's fighting his own instincts and urges telling him to do something stupid that wouldn't be that stupid now compared to a few months or even weeks ago. ]
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[ david says it with an amused lilt to his voice and a shake of his head. ]
Dunno if there's anyone else who can piss me off that much.
[ evan's hand is still on him and david's doing his best to ignore it, not think about the fact that it's something he likes, just a small point of connection. he shouldn't want that when this is what it is; just something convenient. using eachother to work out urges they can't openly because of their image, the threat of mutually assured destruction making it safer than it would be with anyone else. ]
[ and yet something about this makes his gut twist in a way it hasn't since he was much younger. ]
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[ this conversation exists solely to keep him from going insane, evan thinks. just their usual banter. back and forth. and then david will redress and leave and it'll be like it never happened. just another run-in. just another moment of peace in their little kind-of-a-truce.
and then he'll go insane. more insane, anyway.
the silence drags on a little too long before he finally tips just a little over the edge and shoves david back against the couch with both hands, moving so he's got a leg on either side of david's. he's not sure if he's pissed off or not, but he's hard as hell and this is something that he's not going to be able to deal with himself. ]
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[ he almost laughs just out of pure astonishment, but like always, it's easy enough for david to switch gears. tilts his head up to look at evan and reach for the back of his neck to pull him down closer, his other hand dropping to roughly grope him over his jeans. ]
Enjoyed gettin' to see it for a change, feels like.
[ and isn't that nice? to not have to shy away from what he is and carefully curate himself for the comfort of somebody else? for somebody to see the worst part of him and not just want him in spite of that, but want him more because of it? ]
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it should piss evan off. and it does, a little. but there's more important things at hand here. ]
Yeah. I did.
[ it's half a growl, his hands already digging into david's chest and shoulder. he knows what it's like to have that violence turned on him, and that's never gotten him going. so it shouldn't have hit him so hard to see it turned on someone else.
too bad that it did. he leans in and the kiss is hard, violent - not dangerous, not actually a threat, but with an edge of desperation. the last few hours have been frustrating to the point of infuriating. he needs a release. david's hand over him is probably going to be too much too fast and he doesn't care. ]
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[ part of him thinks he shouldn't be so into this, somebody getting off on the sight of him that unhinged and violent shouldn't be something he feels a need to follow up on, but he also can't find it in himself to care much. might later, as he so often does these days, but in this moment he's focused on trying to get evan's pants undone so he can get his dick out and get a hand around it properly. ]
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he breaks off the kiss to suck in a breath and not let it shudder when both of david's hands are around him. he's not sure what he wants from this, but whatever it is he wants it bad. hard and fast and rough. his own hands don't get far enough down to return the favor for david just yet, instead staying on his skin, nails too short to leave marks but trying anyway as he drags them across david's chest and shoulder.
one gets to his neck and holds there as he pushes his way back into the kiss. that'll keep him from making any seriously bad noises for a while. ]
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[ he moves a hand to evan's hip to pull him closer, grip hard like he's afraid evan will try to pull away, a low noise rumbling out of him into the kiss. it doesn't seem like it's going to take a lot to get him off, so david strokes him with a firm hand, resisting the urge to bite at his lips with everything he's got. ]
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(that first blowjob is different, somehow. he'll never really be able to figure out why.)
he growls against the kiss, hips jerking into david's hands, but he manages to get one hand of his own on david's wrist and squeezes. ]
Get your dick out.
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