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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:28 pm
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The first few weeks with Kavinsky had been hard. The tensions were high any time they were in a room together and Ellis felt like the stress knotting the muscles between his shoulder blades was absolutely permanent by now. He had noticed that Pie came home less and less, at least during the hours that he was there. Sometimes he found an extra plate in the sink or a little less milk than he remembered but it was a lot like living with a ghost, if he were being honest.
And that thought was so hard for Ellis to digest.
“Hey, Ellis, look alive dude!”
The young man blinked rapidly as he came back to himself, dragging his consciousness down from the cloud he had let his mind wander to and back to the glass he had been drying for five minutes now. The laughter behind him made him smile despite the fact that he had just shown himself to be an absolute airhead and he half-turned to look back at his partner as he finally set the glass down and reached for the next one.
“Yeah, haha, Barley. Laugh it up, dude.”
The accentuation on the slang made Barley smirk but he didn’t challenge it, simply grabbed his broom and kept on sweeping the outside of the bar. It was ten minutes until close and the saucy hostess that shut down the front on Tuesdays had locked the door at least five minutes prior - she was everyone’s favorite. Even the manager turned a blind eye, most nights. Of course, they weren’t a fussy corporate bar either.
“How about we go out tonight after work, E? We can celebrate, it was a good night.”
Ellis chewed at the bottom of his lip as he considered Barley’s words. He had made a lot of money off of a bachelor party that had been pregaming their real celebration and if he went home there was a good chance that he would either a, run into pie at the apartment or b, not run into pie at the apartment. Both options gave him separate but equal anxieties about his current situation.
“Come on, you know you’ll liiiiiiike it..”
Barley punctuated his sing-song voice by tossing a series of coasters in Ellis’ direction, making him squirm and smile despite his current attempt at weighing the pros and cons of getting smashed with his hipster, scruffy coworker. As a coaster flew off of a wine glass with a very distinct ‘c***k’ and sent it tottering threateningly on its rim, he shot a hand out and caught it - then rounded on the other man with the wine glass as a pointer.
“Ok! But if you break something you’re cleaning it up, I’m not gonna have Charles down both our throats if you keep us overtime.”
It seemed like no time at all passed before they had clocked out of work, bundled up against the chilly Destiny City night and found their way down the street to a little dive bar that stayed open much too late. A couple of glasses of whiskey in and Ellis was listening, absently, to Barley bantering with the bartender here - a cute girl that he thought was maybe Hawaiian but covered in whorls of color along her skin and rocking a head of thick, blue hair. Barley was obviously digging her but he thought, overall, she was mostly just digging his tips.
It made him chuckle into his glass of whiskey, cut lightly with a bit of ginger ale to make it not entirely unbearable, but eventually his attention wandered off in a drunken haze and he found that being drunk didn’t really deter him from thinking about Pie. Quite the opposite, actually. He felt compelled to focus on it the same way he did whenever he smoked with his friend London but experienced, too, that bit of serenity that came with thinking about something calmly. The tension in his shoulders had relaxed with that first stinging sip of Jack.
From the corner of his eyes he saw the bartender leaning forward across the bar and felt compelled to glance at the plunging neckline of her shirt - more surprising than her spilling cleavage, she was reaching for Barley’s hand. As she pressed his palm flat, her pen scrawled digits across Barley’s skin, then topped the gesture off with a wink as she headed back to the bar guests at the opposite end of the bartop. It was Ellis’ turn to laugh as Barley, who he could tell was visibly trying to remain calm and collected, flashed the digits at his friend.
“Lei,” Barley’s sultry voice read aloud as he pulled out his cell phone and began to plug in the digits, “her name is Lei.”
Ellis smiled and dipped his head back to drain his third cup of whiskey, then slid it lightly across the bar until it came to a stop near his friend. He felt warm and his head was thick already. At once, he realized, he didn’t need to drink anymore - what he needed was an uber. Suddenly panicked over the time, he pulled his phone out of his jacket and glanced at the digital clock on his lock screen. It was late, later than he expected, but if he left right at that moment he might be able to catch him. He was sliding off of the barstool as he popped open his uber app - the closest ride was two minutes away. Perfect.
“Hey, B, I’ve got to -”
“Yeaaah, yeah. I know. You forgot you had somewhere to be. I know, dude.” The other man knew him well and, honestly, needed a reason to lose Ellis anyway. Lei probably wasn’t a package deal. “I’ve got it this time. Go on.”
Ellis turned even as Barley was waving a dismissive hand at him, enrapt with a text that was probably not suitable for anyone’s eyes but his own. Nonetheless, Ellis shouted a quick bit of gratitude and then nearly jogged back out into the cold December air. The green camry on his screen was there within the minute and he pulled the back door open with very little hesitation. He’d seen this driver before, she was frequent in the area that Ellis worked.
“Headed home?” She was already pulling out of the parking space when he interrupted her.
“No, no. Actually, can you take me to 5th and Washington?” When her brows rose, he waved his hand. “I know, it’s close enough to walk but it’s.. I’m in a hurry. Please?”
Luckily, she just shook her head in a disbelieving way and made a u-turn in the modest parking lot without any argument. The quick ride gave Ellis very little time to think about what he wanted to say - he only knew that he couldn’t let another moment pass with this wedge coming between him and Pie. They had been friends for almost as long as he could remember and they had been through everything, done everything, together. Always. It wasn’t supposed to be like this now - they weren’t supposed to lose each other. He absolutely refused to have one more piece of his life taken from him if he could help it.
“Oh!” Ellis’ bright eyes widened about half a block from the restaurant and he tapped his long, pale hand against the back of the passenger seat to get the driver’s attention. “Here, here. I nee’to catch him. Can you stop?” The words were rushed and fell over one another a bit, slurring together. He could hear the clumsiness in his voice and knew he might have had just a bit too much whiskey but it was too late now, it didn’t matter, and he probably needed a bit of liquid courage if he was going to stand up to Pie’s stubbornness.
Without question, the car veered to the right and pulled up along the sidewalk ahead of the pale haired figure slinking away from the restaurant ahead. He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a ten he had gotten earlier in the night, tossed it over the seat, then opened the door before she could recite the typical ‘oh we don’t take tips’ nonsense they were required to say even when they didn’t believe it. He was out of the car in no time and pulling his coat tighter around him as he stepped slowly into the sidewalk - directly in Pie’s path.
“Hey. I was hoping to catch you.”
He even managed a weak, lop-sided smile for his friend as he shifted his weight from foot to foot in an anxious, swaying gesture.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:30 pm
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[Nuxaz]
Today had been a bad day for one Pietro Vladimir Illya Ivan Kavinsky.
He hadn’t gotten more than a few hours of sleep, between shifts and the demands of the person he was staying with for the last week, and it was starting to wear on him. The bags beneath his eyes were deeper than usual and it was only the hard look on his face that kept people from asking him about his well-being. If anything, his obvious weariness only served to keep people further away from him which was a blessing.
His only appearances at the apartment lately had been to drop of money for bills, with K planning his drop ins around times when Ellis was supposed to be out of the house, or to gather a few items he needed for his extended stays elsewhere.
K had told Isaiah that he wouldn’t really be missed since he was hardly at the apartment as it were, but he had also knew that was one of the more bold-faced lies that he’d ever told. Of course Ellis would miss him, he’d been so distant since they moved in together that it was nigh impossible to see that it didn’t stress his best friend out in some manner.
Of course, Kavinsky was too stubborn and prideful to try and sit down to talk to Ellis about any of it.
Shame was a terrible, twisting thing in his chest that only grew uglier every time he thought about dealing with the fact that he was a high school dropout and Ellis thought he was worth more than that. Besides, Kavinsky was convinced that if he just kept avoiding his best friend and roommate, then he wouldn’t have to deal with the inevitability that, like everyone else, Ellis would leave and abandon him too.
It wasn’t like there was much worth sticking around for when it came to the Russian teen.
Today was one of those days where he never quite got a chance to breathe. In the morning, he had to help Isaiah with some rudimentary errands, then he had a full shift at the shop with too many clients pouring through the doors for new tires and oil changes, brake inspections and other routine things they should have done before the snow had hit. From there he went straight to one of his busboy jobs at one of the nicer restaurants in the city.
That was where he decided that people with money to spend were slobs who didn’t care about the stress they caused the waitstaff. How hard was it to stack plates in a pile instead of across the whole table?
After he had a shift as a dishwasher at one of the more popular clubs and Kavinsky would have liked nothing more than to throw in the towel and walk out when one of the glasses broke in the sink and he sliced his palm open.
Yeah, today was a perfect day.
His shift had just finished, thirty minutes after it should have because of how all the dishes had piled up while he’d been attempting to bandage his hand and keep working at the same time, eventually having to cave and wear the stupid rubber gloves he absolutely hated, and he’d only been outside for a total of five minutes when a car came skidding to a stop abruptly and some drunk passenger stumbling out of it.
The scowl on his face deepened when he realized that the person was approaching him, only to soften when he saw that it was Ellis. Unfortunately, his defense mechanisms flared immediately and he tried to pivot too quickly to avoid him, opting to head down the street instead of forward like he’d been going.
“Go home Ellis, you’re drunk,” he snapped, gray eyes glancing at his best friend from the corner of his eye while he hunkered down into his jean jacket. |
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:31 pm
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A deep flash of pain hit Ellis as he realized that Kavinsky both recognized him and also immediately did his very best to avoid him. It pulled his lips into a frown that he couldn't have kept from his eyes even if he'd really wanted to but for once he didn't shut down and pout - he felt the need to follow K despite his protests. This was the day they confronted this. What he wanted for the New Year was his best friend back and the life he had been hoping for, with him.
“Only if you com’ome too.” He heard himself say, boldly, and only a bit slurred near the end.
His feet felt like lead but he jogged to catch up with K, red-cheeked from the cold with his scarf tail trailing in the wind. The deep blue fabric had become unwound at some point and exposed his entire neck to the night air, right down to the hollow in his throat between both clavicles. The bit of alcohol in his system did wonders to make him oblivious. As he neared the other man, he reached out for his jacket sleeve, trying his damnedest to make him turn around and look him in the face.
“Come on, Pie. I came all the way here t’see you. I'm only a little drunk. Just like.. a little, teensy bit. Pleeeease?”
Drunk Ellis pouted at Kavinsky as he fought to keep up at his side, casting his baby blues at the grumpy, frustrated man from where he stood at his shoulder. He would just follow him wherever he was going if he refused, alcohol had a way of making Ellis irrationally pushy sometimes. Especially when K was concerned since it was about damn near the only time he ever got pushy with his best friend at all.
Whatever this rift was, he knew he could fix it. He had to.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:33 pm
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[Nuxaz]
He knew that Ellis wasn’t going to leave him alone, had seen the man drunk enough times to understand that was when he was his boldest. “I’m not coming home,” he said bruskly, quickening his pace like it would help him any. “I’ve got s**t going on, I don’t have time for yours.”
The second that left his mouth he winced at himself, mildly ashamed that he was purposely saying things to get Ellis to back off. But that was what Kavinsky did when he didn’t know how to handle something, was to push and push and push someone away if he couldn’t use his fists.
Fingers gripped the sleeve of his jacket and he felt his arm jerk, boots skidding in the nearly frosted sidewalk. Immediately he yanked his arm back, turned just like Ellis wanted with his teeth seemingly bared. “Don’t,” he said, voice like a warning. “This - it’s not working out.” He went for dry and plain this time, to hide any sort of sorrow or pain that twisted around his heart.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:36 pm
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There were a lot of mixed emotions that hit Ellis in that moment, like a tidal wave crushing his battered heart beneath the pressure. First came the cold dismissal with words sharper than Ellis had ever heard on Kavinsky’s tongue and then came the swell of pain as he jerked his arm away, sending Ellis teetering forward dangerously. His feet lost traction on the mushy, iced over sidewalk beneath them - and the only thing that stopped him from falling was the way K turned on him so harshly.
The words he spoke sank like stones in Ellis’ gut, weighing his unsteady body down so much that he was physically fighting to keep his knees from collapsing. He had expected - well, what had he expected? He was buzzed and in the mood to see his friend, to talk with him, laugh the whole thing over and go home to the place he had wanted to make for them. Instead he was staring up at the face of a man he barely recognized, every feature cut sharp and cold in the first snows of the season. A stranger. It was an older, harder man that looked out at him from Kavinsky’s eyes - a different one that spoke from the strong jaw - someone else entirely who had grown into all the strength and muscle they had just used to nearly pull Ellis off of his feet. He dropped his gaze from pale eyes, to lips, to broad chest as he assessed the man.
Where had Pie gone?
Ellis’ eyes rose back to Kavinsky’s slowly, though a flush had begun across his cheekbones that had nothing to do with the weather. Drunkenly, he knew, he had not noticed when Pie grew up and stopped needing him. He wasn’t the kid Ellis had consoled after his father died or the young boy that stared at stars with him in his backyard as Ellis spun him elaborate tales. A lump swelled in his throat until he felt he was choking - either a sign that he was about to start crying or a warning that a panic attack was imminent. Neither were things that Kavinsky had time for. He had just made that very clear.
Heartbroken, he opened his mouth once and then closed it again. Cold steel met his baby blue unforgivingly. Epiphanies weren’t meant for a cold night in December.
A stinging in his eye made him raise a shoulder and scrub it against the side of his face, ignoring the roughness of the fabric against his chilled, flushed cheek. He plucked at the end of his half-done scarf with his free hand, fighting to find any words that would make this better. When he spoke, his voice was low, barely more stable than the dissipating breath that rose in plumes from his lips when they parted.
“You never even tried.”
His eyes fell from Kavinsky’s eyes and trailed across his face, making a note of how much sharper his cheekbones were now and how little was left of his plump, baby features. Something in him stirred and he ignored it, squashing it down and chewing at his bottom lip pensively as he did. If this was the last time he saw Pie, he wanted to remember.
“But if you’re lettin’go, I can’t stop you.”
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:37 pm
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[Nuxaz]
Kavinsky only met Ellis’ gaze because he knew he would be even more of a coward if he didn’t, and he owed Ellis that at least. Pain flickered across his features in a quick burst that disappeared as quickly as it came as he saw the tell-tale signs of some sort of emotional overload was building.
His best friend’s name sat on the tip of his tongue, pushing and demanding to drop from chapped lips, but, like the stubborn a*****e he was, Kavinsky said nothing. The only saving grace was perhaps that he had not left yet, that he was still there standing in the cold winter air with his hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans and his shoulders hunched enough that they could touch his cheeks if he tried. He wanted to walk away, but he also wanted to stay.
Mostly he wanted Ellis to walk away from him, so he could absolve himself of blame.
Poor little Pietro, no one wants to stick around.
He never blamed them, he didn’t even like himself. “What do you want from me, Ellis?” He asked sharply, lips pressing into a thin line as he worked his jaw, forcing the words out of his mouth because he’d never been surrounded by a silence so deafening.
“It’s not working. Us, living together. Me being anything more than a ******** up.” He shook his head bitterly, air swirling out of his mouth in a fractured cloud. “I don’t know why you’ve stuck around this long.”
As far as he was concerned, he had never understood why Ellis was still here, why he still gave a s**t. This time when he spoke, it was soft and he was looking at his worn converse instead of his best friend’s face. “I’m only gonna hurt you.” |
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:46 pm
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What do you want from me, Ellis?
Standing there in the chill of the night air with nothing but an open jacket, an unraveled scarf, and the whiskey in his veins to keep him warm, it was hard to really give an honest answer. Want was a concept that Ellis rarely let himself dwell on, he was much too content to be the rock in the life of those around him, buffeted by the waves of their needs and emotions without giving in.
What did he want, though?
To be close to Pie again, he knew that was the complicated answer. To laugh with him and lean into his shoulder, to know what it felt like to have someone at his side through thick and thin. He had always imagined that it was he and Pietro against the world - the two of them, little lost boys, fighting back and showing everyone that their circumstances would not define them. He had never imagined anything else after high school for them.
Had Pie found someone else? Had his lost boy become a man that didn't want to be attached to him anymore? That feeling hurt more than he expected, even if it wasn't true. His hand rose and pressed flat against his chest through the thin jacket he was wearing in an attempt to stave off the worst of his anxiety where it flared beneath the buzz lingering in his head. He felt like his friend was ripping him apart, but was it fair to ask him to stay if he didn't want to?
“I've never thought you were a ******** up,” his words were gentle, but his eyes were narrowed with the confusion and pain that was rolling through him. The idea of Pie with someone, wanting someone, touching someone was threatening to overwhelm him..
Ellis’ bright blue eyes roamed the broad shoulders unbidden and raked down over the body hidden beneath the jacket, looking at Pie in a way he certainly never had before. If he had been a little more sober he wouldn't have let himself be so obvious but then, if he had been more sober, he wouldn't have understood his jealousy for what it was.
Did he want Pie? Was that the answer? The lump in his throat tightened and he swallowed hard against the pain. Once the thought had been created, he couldn't stop it, like a dam that had been busted and could not be repaired for the flood pouring through. The thought of all the times they had sprawled next to each other in bed, the way their alone time had become tense as they got older, the way he missed the feeling of that warm body touching his skin - it was all tainted by a sudden wonder of what if.
What if he had always needed Pie and never realized?
“I just.. want you back?” His cheeks reddened visibly as he said it and he stammered for a moment, trying to make it sound like he wasn't begging a lover to return. “I miss you. I've never.. I've never been afraid of you, Pie.”
Ellis shifted his weight from foot to foot where he stood, unwilling to get closer to Kavinsky after such a violent reaction the first time but also not willing to turn away. His gaze lingered, longing and helpless with him completely unable to hide it. Whiskey was both a curse and a blessing and his mixed emotions were teaming inside his skull. He needed a pressure release, a body to get lost in or paper to scrawl his thoughts across.
But…
“Maybe I need you more than.. you need me. Maybe I didn't realize. I'm sorry.”
His words were defeated, he felt defeated, he felt lost. His own eyes dropped in the silence that lingered around them and he stared, helpless, at the toes of his boots.
Was it going to end like this?
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:48 pm
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[Nuxaz]
Kavinsky was desperate to believe Ellis when he said I’ve never thought you were a ******** up but everything he’d ever done in life was telling him that the belief was ill-placed, unwarranted. He wanted everything to be okay, too aware that the rift between them was of his own making because as talented as his hands were when it came to building, they were too good at breaking and ruining things.
“Yeah ******** right,” he said instead of the I’m sorry that crawled up and down his throat. Being abrasive was what he knew best, pushing people away and keeping them at arm’s length was all he knew how to do. “Can’t even graduate high school and you say I’m not some sort of ******** up. Stop lying to me, Ellie.”
K toed at a crack in the sidewalk, gaze finally dropping from the other man’s. He couldn’t look back, not when Ellis was looking at him like that, with some sort of heat and yearning and all sorts of things that only further complicated this whole mess. “Stop looking at me like that.” There wasn’t the sharpness of a knife like before, instead something soft and shameful.
More quietly, he added, “I can’t give you anything.” Kavinsky wasn’t financially stable, he was all jagged edges and broken glass, he didn’t express himself, and he was more inclined to break open his knuckles than try and talk his way through anything.
Ellis deserved better than that and certainly better than him.
A surge of conflicted anger, yearning, the desperate desire for things to be okay, threatened to overwhelm him and without thinking he grabbed the front of Ellis’ jacket and found some way to push him up against the nearest wall. “You don’t need me,” he hissed through gritted teeth, like he thought that saying it would make it true.
Taking a step forward he bent his head down, so that his face wasn’t more than a few inches away. “I’m only gonna hurt you Ellie.” |
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:49 pm
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The reddening in his cheeks that time was nothing to do with his internal heat or the cold lapping at his face but everything to do with Kavinsky calling him on the drunken ogling. The shame trickled over him and he raised a wide palm - half to hide his face and half to rub away the chill he had only just noticed, letting his eyes close with the motion. It was easier to just not look at anything than it was to not look at Pie with that wonder in his eyes. His control over emotions had always been very minimal but whiskey-veined it was absolutely impossible, he had a terrible poker face when he was inebriated.
“I don’t ever lie to you,” he heard himself begin, softly, mumbling and so badly wanting to tack the word obviously onto the end. Both of his eyes opened to catch the stormclouds in Kavinsky’s and he watched, fascinated, as the handsome face contorted in a series of emotions so quickly that he could barely pick a single one out. There was no time to consider it, though - in a rush that Ellis could barely follow, his best friend had closed the distance between them with fists curled in his jacket. He felt the wall collide with his shoulder blades before he realized that Pie had even forced him backward into it and in that moment surprise widened his bright, baby blues. It wasn’t just the surprise of a drunk man over what seemed like a lapse in time but, too, the deep, dark realization that Kavinsky was perfectly capable of moving him. Without trouble. When the yearning sprung to his face that time, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Some part of him wanted to be sorry for outright defying what K asked for but then, there was something in the silver-haired man that had answered him.
He had seen it, right before he shoved him backwards out of frustration.
Ellis wanted to tell him how much he did need him, how no one else in the world understood what his life was like or the pain they had both gone through and shared time and time again. His was a story of loss in a world of privilege and the whole time, there had never been anyone there but Pie. He wanted to say the year apart had almost killed him. He wanted to say a lot of things, but he didn’t. When he did part his lips, the tone was thick and breathy and so low that if Kavinsky hadn’t been standing a breath from his mouth, he wouldn’t have heard it at all.
“Sometimes people like a little pain, Pie.” Drunken Ellis had confidence that sober Ellis only dreamed of.
The only warning he gave was dropping his eyes from where they searched the silver oceans in Kavinsky’s, down a face he had never, ever looked so closely at before, to the chapped lips. There was no time to stop and think twice about it as he leaned up and closed the few inches that separated them, catching those lips in his own and reaching out to brace himself against the broad chest before him. There was never going to be a moment like this one, he knew. It was now or never and even if K ultimately rejected him over a drunken miscommunication, that first taste of his lips was at least enough to set Ellis’ skin ablaze.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:50 pm
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[Nuxaz]
K had been taller than Ellis for a while now, but it was only recently, within the last two years or so, that he had really filled out. Working at the mechanic’s shop had served him well, filling out the muscles in his arms, the definition of his chest and the rippling of his back muscles. His shirts, always simple v-necks because they were cheap, hardly left much to the imagination with how they clung to him either.
In reality, it was amazing that Ellis hadn’t taken note of the way his body had changed as they grew up together.
“You’re a ******** masochist,” Kavinsky snarled, stormy eyes dropping to his best friend’s mouth just before they pressed against his own. There were hands on his chest and warm lips against his mouth that tasted a bit like whiskey.. Kavinsky couldn’t think straight, surprise overtaking him, brain whirling to react in some sort of manner.
Bad idea, bad idea, his brain told him, but he wasn’t listening, impulsiveness taking over and making him press one palm flat on the brick wall behind him to steady him, the other slipping up, across collarbones and shoulder to grasp the base of Ellis’ neck. A knee wedged itself between the man’s legs and -
K was kissing him back, mean grip on his neck with fingers splayed high enough to tangle in red locks, thumb digging into the soft skin beneath Ellis’ jaw hard enough to bruise. Like the man delivering them, there was nothing soft about the kisses, each one more harshly pressed than the last, open-mouthed and messy, with the scrape of teeth against Ellis’ bottom lip that was more of a tease, warning.
By the time he drew away, he was panting, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at the smaller man with something...carnal in his gaze. He mumbled something indistinguishable in russian, then was diving right back
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:51 pm
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Ellis faltered for a breath as Kavinsky reacted to him, at first because he was sure that the other man was going to untangle himself, and then because he was doing the exact opposite of that. One moment the silvery Russian was still beneath the hands and lips that had stolen a kiss and the next he was striking like an uncoiled cobra, digging fingers into exposed flesh so roughly that they drew a muffled gasp from Ellis that drowned beneath the onslaught of tongue and lips and need.
In the back of his mind there was something telling him how dangerous such a simple act of desire could be, how it could ruin everything he had ever had with Pie - but suddenly, too, he knew that without it they might be lost anyway. Without the evolution, Pie might walk away from him in favor of people that would give him more. Ellis, like Kavinsky, was painfully aware of how little he had to offer.
That warning faded like a distant siren as his lips parted and he drank down every ounce of passion Kavinsky poured into him, catching his tongue with his own, selfish and wanting. Teeth drew sharply at his lips and a knee slid quickly between his thighs, forcing them apart without any effort to make room for the weight and warmth of the Russian brute, and Ellis groaned unbidden into the tangle of their kiss as he pushed his hips against the intrusion needily.
Everything was changing in that single moment of passion and Ellis could feel the control he was giving up, the pieces of himself he was surrendering to Kavinsky to use and bruise as he wanted. The body that once curled around him in their darkest moments protectively was suddenly new and different, charged with so much promise beneath the clothing that separated them. Kavinsky was right - he was a masochist, and each rough reminder of Kavinsky's dark nature was speaking to something that had always been there in Ellis. Waiting. Wanting.
When the taller man finally pulled back and leveled that hungry gaze on him, Ellis drew a deep, shuddering breath that devolved into shallow panting - at least until K leaned in again. His body was pressed hard into the brick behind him, sending a chill up the length of his spine where it connected with cold stone. It was a stark contrast to the equally hard, but warm, line of Kavinsky’s body as it came flush with his own and pinned him, helpless. There was no questioning that Kavinsky wanted him, or how desperately. Ellis eagerly caught his lips and slowly slid his hands up from where they braced against the line of his chest, until he could anchor them around his neck instead. As his mouth parted, begging for the tangle of K’s tongue again, he pulled himself up with the leverage and sank his hips against his best friend's. His drunk body couldn't lie. He wanted, desperately, to be anywhere but on the cold streets of Destiny City.
When he pulled away, it was only enough to speak warm, clumsy words against the man’s lips.
“Come home, Pie. Please?” The fingers of both hands curled in the collar of Kavinsky's Jean jacket, anchoring himself where he was pressed into the line of the chiseled body.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:52 pm
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[Nuxaz]
Ellis might have been over thinking, while Kavinsky wasn’t thinking enough. Instead, he let impulse and instinct rule him in that moment, a low whimpering groan slipping from his mouth into the other man’s. Knuckles scraped against the brick, earning a gasping hiss as he yanked on Ellis’ hair.
When Ellis’ hips jerked up, Kavinsky pressed his own more firmly against him, mean smirk on his lips as he gave his friend what he wanted. If his best friend wanted tongue, then he was happy to oblige. Each kiss was messier than the next, a filthy progression that seemed to have no place of the public and yet, that’s where they were.
If it hadn’t been freezing, it was likely that Kavinsky would have started trying to undress them both.
Ellis’ mouth had left his and he made some sort of whining noise that didn’t sound quite right from him. To compensate for the loss, K started kissing the line of Ellis’ neck, choosing to n** at the sensitive skin as he talked. “You’re so ******** needy, Ellie,’ he groaned, voice hoarse from all their liplocking. “But if we go home, I’m gonna want to ******** you.” Hell, he wanted to ******** him now.
In a poor attempt to calm himself down, he pressed his nose into the man’s neck and closed his eyes, trying to calm his breathing.
“You sure you want me?” There it was again, that gaping insecurity that shook him at his core. |
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:53 pm
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Every whine and little noise that escaped Kavinsky, sounds that were reserved for a lover and not just a friend, sent a shiver of thrill right to Ellis’ core. He had never earned that pure sound of wanting and lust from Pie and something in him responded every time, proudly, rising to the challenge it seemed like they were issuing to him. He found that each one made him want a little more - he knew Pie so well, but not that well. He wanted to know, now, what he would earn behind closed doors. That was the last piece missing, he thought, drunkenly.
The bright blue eyes lidded halfway as Kavinsky continued his onslaught down his neck, taking advantage of the scarf Ellis had never re-tucked. His mind was a whirlwind of feelings and thoughts but he spared a weak, amused smile for the way Pie called him on being needy - even if it dissipated the moment his best friend told him exactly what he could expect if he got him to finally come home. There was a chuckle behind his lips while his eyes widened just a little with surprise, amused because he knew his face was going to show exactly what he was feeling.
Everything felt so surreal in that moment. He was buzzed on a sidewalk in the middle of a cold night with the first snows of winter around him and a beautiful, tortured man tangling fingers in his hair and whispering wonderful, unthinkable things in his ear. A beautiful man that he loved very much, he thought, because he was his best friend in the whole world. As the Russian’s head dipped down and pressed against the curve of his neck, one hand slid up into his silver hair in a slow, stroking motion. He could feel the other man’s chest rising and falling rapidly, keeping pace with his own, so that they were half-collapsed into the wall and both struggling for air but unwilling to untwine themselves for it. He didn’t know what was happening with them, but he was willing to step across that boundary.
“Yes,” his answer had no hesitation, though his voice was rough and scratchy from the liplock coupled with the whiskey he had downed before. If he had been less impulsive, he would have taken the moment as a chance to better think it through but he knew there was no way to keep going without Pie at his side. If they both wanted so badly what was at their fingertips, why stop? “More than I have ever wanted anyone in my life, yes.”
Beneath his lazy eyes, his own words made him smile, drunk on hard liquor and hormones. Right in that moment he knew them for the absolute truth. Then that smile faltered to seriousness after a moment and he shifted, leaning his head lightly against K’s and bringing a hand up slowly to trail along the back of his skull and up through the trimmed locks of his silver hair. He could feel his poet’s heart aching to remember the moment as he spoke, knowing there was a beauty in it he wanted to preserve in paper. They were in liminity. A moment where they both existed as they once were and as something new. It was a moment where change was waiting to happen. It was the last beautiful, convincing thing about his decision.
“I just want you to let me inside your wall, Pie,” he said, low, as his hand dropped from where it was stroking the silver hair to brush his shoulder, then down his side where the fingers danced lightly over his ribs. It kept sinking until he could slip it just beneath the hem of his shirt, teasing his way until his fingers found a belt loop at Kavinsky’s waistline and hooked themselves through it. He used the leverage to pull the other man’s hip against him again, making himself groan lightly under his breath, even if it was meant to torture Pie instead. “I don’t want anything left between us.”
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:54 pm
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[Nuxaz]
Feeling loved was a foreign concept to Kavinsky, who had never quite felt whole since they buried his father eight years ago, but in that moment, with Ellis responding eagerly, he felt like it was possible to be someone worthy of the love his best friend sought to give him. At the same time, he was plagued with the knowledge that Ellis was drunk and that he’d been hurting, by K’s hand no less, and that was what made him pull away.
The throaty hoarseness of Ellis’ voice had him diving right back in, lust-addled mind unable to think or process things outside of the fact that Kavinsky wanted and he wanted the man he’d pressed up against the wall in a manner in which he’d never wanted anyone before.
“I’m no good for you,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering in response to the way Ellis touched him. “You don’t - ********.” Brain shorting out, K could only focus on the way Ellis was pressed against him. At this point, there was no hiding the fact that he was aroused and that, if they didn’t pull away and get home as soon as possible, he was probably going to try and ******** him up against that wall.
“You need to stop,” he hissed between clenched teeth. His hand came down from the wall and gripped one of Ellis’ hips meanly and he drew himself back enough to look the man in the eye. “I don’t - “ he had to swallow, because his throat was too dry and thinking was hard when all he wanted to do was slip his hand beneath all those layers and peel them off one by one until there was nothing left.
“Not here,” he managed, blinking a few time with pupils blown so wide only a sliver of silver was visible now. Kavinsky was leaning in again, body careening forward like Ellis had become his center of gravity, and this time when he pressed teeth against the skin of his neck he bit down without no restraint.
If they were going to do this, K wanted to leave reminders. |
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:55 pm
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For a moment, Ellis allowed himself to revel in his triumph. Kavinsky didn’t seem like he could even think for the need Ellis had felt pressed against his hip and it was glaringly obvious that he could barely convince himself to pull away despite his own protests. It wasn’t the way he had expected to get Pie to come home but he would take it, with pride.
But all that triumph and pride came to a stuttering halt as the broad shoulders curled back into him unexpectedly and Ellis felt himself trapped beneath that weight, helpless to move. His first instinct was getting another playful round of bruised lips but he realized his error, immediately, as sharp teeth dug into the flesh and muscle along the line of his neck instead. There was no way to keep himself from collapsing half against Kavinsky as the pain ignited in a spark along the curve of his nape and, honestly, he knew he was being completely held up by the other man’s strong form. As the bite intensified and the pain blossomed fully, Ellis felt his vision gray just along the edges and a lightheadedness made him dig both hands into the fabric of K’s shirt desperately. Then the pain dissipated to a calm, blissful euphoria that he recognized as adrenaline or pheromones or whatever it was that made pain and pleasure blur at the edges. It didn’t make him want Kavinsky one ounce less but it did calm his playful teases and forced him to rely on K’s strength, something that he found appealing even though he couldn’t put words to why. Or words to anything with how much his brain felt suddenly like mush.
With one hand still securely latched in the Russian’s shirt, the other slid slowly up his torso until he could anchor a hand lightly around the back of Kavinsky’s neck. It let him lean easier into the cradle of his best friend’s body, consciously showing him he enjoyed whatever dark path he was dragging him down. He trusted K, and he wanted.
“That’s going to..” he whispered, and faltered, around the lump in his throat. The watering in his eyes still lingered but that blue gaze also seemed more aware, now, with some drunkenness staved off by the surge of pain. “L-leave a mark.”
Those bright eyes lidded slowly, until a horn honked somewhere behind Pie and grabbed his attention. Was that his Uber driver?
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