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 Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 9:57 pm
"And who said we were dating?" Certainly never Zeke. He stared down at Ever, expression incredulous. "If you haven't noticed this island is full of morons and crazy people. You fall into neither of those categories." Usually "You're easy to be around for extended periods of time, and you like the same s**t I like in bed." Now the annoyance was coming through. "Haven't you ever heard of friends with benefits?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 10:03 pm
Ever started to reply, mouth opened, a sound strangling in his throat before he shut it. Everything he had to say in response was -- well. Desperate. Depressing. Degrading. He chewed on it, instead, tapping at his cigarette and turning his attention away from Zeke. "Friends with benefits doesn't usually actually mean friends with benefits, in my experience." He drew smoke, again, uncomfortably, blew it out in a slow stream. "It usually means booty call when no better options show up."
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 3:54 pm
"You need better friends." Which was pretty ironic, really, coming from someone that did not usually forge lasting or meaningful friendships. He had, however, managed to have quite a few folks in the 'friends with benefits' category back in collage, and they had not just been last resort hook up types. Probably because Zeke didn't do random hook ups. He considered Ever for a moment, mulling over his opinion. "Am I your booty call?" He gave the word the inflection he thought it deserved, breath leaving in a derisive, amused sniff as he brought his cigarette to his lips again. "Seems a little too frequent for that." A long puff, and he'd blow the smoke out into the room. "And until very recently you seemed to like me around just fine."
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 6:37 pm
Ever couldn't answer that for a moment -- because, well, Zeke had a point. Up until very recently he'd seemed happy with the arrangement. In the last hour, even. So he focused on the cigarette, his expression just a tiny bit lost as he tried to sort out here from there, and what he wanted from what made him uncomfortable. "Do you object to the booty call?" He managed to put his own challenge in the tone, looking up at Zeke, but his face lacked conviction: eyebrows just a little confused.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 6:49 pm
Zeke let that thoughtful silence rest,eyes falling half lidded as he released a ring of smoke to watch it drift away, widen, before fading into nothing. "You mean on principle?" his chin dipped, gaze dropping down to the man laying beside him. "Or to me being your booty call." Zeke had to tap his cig again, or else risk it breaking off into his lap. He seemed to be considering something, Ever's question, or what he saw on the other man's face.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 7:01 pm
"What's the difference?" It was immediate, before he could think better of it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 7:16 pm
"One is a philosophical opinion, the other is not." He made a calculated decision--free hand moving to rest knuckles against the side of Ever's neck, then slowly dragging the tips of his fingers across it until they circled that thin column loosely.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 7:31 pm
There was a mark under his thumb -- already starting to fade, now, from heavy red to a faint splotch of pink. Ever couldn't help but looking up at him, going very still under the touch. "I'm pretty sure sending you a message on twitter to bring supplies to my room is the definition of a booty call, Zeke."
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 7:50 pm
His gaze seemed to linger on that spot, expression shifting briefly from thoughtful to appreciative. They faded so quickly, it really was a shame. "Then wouldn't you say you've answered your own question?" His thumb drifted up, pushing into the edge of Ever's jaw to nudge his head to one side. Possibly for no other reason then to see how compliant he was. A last drag was taken from the smoke in his other hand, then he was dropping it into a bottle that seemed to be designated for discarded butts. Sinking down , he turned to rest his weight on his elbow, dangerously close to looming over the blonde. Hand at his neck lingering.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 7:57 pm
Ever had to bite down on a sound: all the right buttons pushed, enough that he'd forgotten about his cigarette, now, burning down thoughtlessly between his fingers. He definitely didn't dare move, under Zeke, aside from the obliging tip of his head upward, and his eyes didn't stray from the other man's face. "I won't stop, then." He sounded just a little hoarse.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 8:20 pm
The smirk that tugged at the corner of Zeke's lips was just a touch aggressive, smug, as he nudged his head up and leaned in. As if he meant to kiss him, but stopped just short of actually touching. "So should I get dressed, or stick around for a while?" Fingertips and thumb slid along the edge of his jaw. He didn't give him time to answer, yet, instead dropping that last fraction of an into to catch his mouth, stealing the taste of nicotine from his lips and tongue.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 8:57 pm
So he didn't get an answer, as such. He got Ever, still, melting into something more focused. After a moment, he abandoned the remains of his cigarette to curl a hand around Zeke's shoulder and meet his mouth. Later, he'd be annoyed. Ever had been craving the fight, and the split, but like this, he couldn't quite bring himself to throw Zeke out on his a**.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 3:51 pm
Usually Zeke woke second, worn from long shifts, and just generally not a morning person. This time, however, Ever was still asleep--or at least not yet up--when the Mist carefully extracted himself from the sheets and the other man still nestled beneath them. He dressed quietly, drawing boxers and jeans up but leaving the latter unbuttoned, shirt slung over his shoulder. He even picked up the odds and ends that had been left on the floor the evening before, extra care taken with the souvenir he'd pilfered from an empty basement room so the links wouldn't rattle loudly. Despite his efforts though, he wasn't at all surprised when he glanced towards the bed and found dark eyes watching him. They were considerably less focused than he would have thought, but all things considered... "I'll be at the infirmary all day," he offered in a mild tone that did not match the slow growing grin that was taking over his lips. "So if you need a little something for..." He gestured with his free hand, and it took in Ever from head to toe. "Just shoot me a text." Looking terribly pleased with himself he let himself out and headed back down the hall.
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