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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 1:38 am
are we out of the woods yet
Thorne is on the verge of trying to run from the room and fight his brother for possession of his sleek black Mercedes if it means getting away from the scent of the hospital when Chris enters the room. He is pulled apart here, a bruise like a bursting galactic mess on his neck spreading upwards, his own anxiety growing hotter and closer with every second he spends in the room. His head snaps up at the sound of the door opening, and for one moment he thinks it can't be - it's a lie - but no -
"Chris," he says, the sound of his voice choking on the name. He stumbles over to the other, clumsy and half-limping, because being thrown in a car crash isn't anything he can walk away from with an easy stride. His one hand is useless, kept against his chest by a dark grey sling, but he wraps the other around Chris's neck and pulls the other to him, greedy and shaky and just needing the surety of touch to ground him. To keep him still.
Declan must have called him, an Thorne feels gratitude thread through his veins, deep beneath the anxiety.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Thorne says into Chris's shoulder, "I would have called, but Declan took my phone. I would have - "
He doesn't know what he would have done, but he still trembled, wanting to run away. Wanting to -
"Please get me out of here."
It's a plea, a prayer. His scars burn but Chris is here. Take me home, take me home. And yes, he is home now, Chris will always be his home, but he doesn't want this hospital scene any longer. He doesn't want anything but Chris.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 1:46 am
thanks for redux
Thorne is wild and chaotic, every part of him fueled by the sounds from Chris's mouth, the dares that come with every hiss and moan and bite. Thorne angles his head and catches the quick kiss, biting down on Chris's lip when he pulls away as a taunt.
Thorne arches into the touch when Chris drags his nails against the sensitive membrane, every part of him shot through with raw hunger, a desire burning low in his belly, wiping out logic and thought in one fell swoop. His nails bite and tangle into Chris's hair, and Thorne buckles forward, burying his head against Chris's neck with an unhinged sound of wantwantwant.
His breath is ragged now, short, sharp bursts, but he still wants to win, even at this huge disadvantage. He lets one hand slide down and drag up again, roving over skin, over warm, warm flesh, starting to draw patterns, gentle and teasing and promising a firmer pressure that never comes as he settles more firmly in Chris's lap and rocks forward, so that they align perfectly, Thorne's body a rhythmic tease and dance and brush against Chris's own.
"Very well," he breathes.
He'll take what he can get.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 4:55 pm
are we out of the woods yet
It's barely a minute before Thorne is against Chris and he's grateful for it, even if he saw the way Thorne moved, saw how he stumbled his way over. If he saw the sling on Thorne's arm and he can feel it now against his chest as he presses against Thorne, as he reassures himself Thorne is here and alive and in the moment.
He drops his face to the unbruised crook of Thorne's neck, inhales and exhales, tries to keep himself from crying but can't. His breath is shuddery as he presses his face closer, as he tries to calm himself down. It wasn't like last time, it wasn't, Thorne was alive and he wasn't okay but he would be okay. They would be fine, everything was fine, this wasn't the end of the world.
"It's okay," He says back, reassures Thorne once he feels like he is more grounded, isn't crying anymore. His arms wrap around Thorne as light as they can, trying to make sure he isn't hurting Thorne in his need to reassure that he's here. There's probably more damage that he doesn't know about and he'll learn it later, but for now he just wants to pretend that it's only his arm, only a bruise. "He called me on your phone, I have it here, it's okay."
He pulls back from Thorne finally and looks at him, really looks at him. Thorne's okay but this still wasn't a place he wanted to be and so he nods.
"Yeah," He says, offers his free hand to Thorne. "Yeah, let's go, do you need help moving? Do you have your prescriptions and stuff for me to fill when we get back?"
[wc: 282]
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 5:12 pm
thanks for redux
Chris gives a soft groan at the lip bite, looks up at Thorne with spiteful eyes. He's going to win this but Thorne is not making it easy on him and while he enjoys the teasing, if this went any further he might not have victory quite as in the bag as he does now.
But for now he enjoys the sight of Thorne arching underneath his hands, the way he fell so easily to Chris. He laughs softly at the sound Thorne makes, at the feeling of his fingers in his hair, of the nails entangling with his strands. "Aren't you a pretty sight?" He murmurs, lessening up on the pressure he's giving to Thorne's wings.
He only hums idly at Thorne's hand moving, paying little attention to it. It was nice and a little teasing, but nothing he couldn't handle, nothing that would completely make him lose his focus. He's more focused on Thorne's wings, on everything else, that the rocking forward surprises him entirely, pulls him directly back to Thorne. The noise that comes out of his mouth is most definitely a moan and he stares at Thorne balefully, once again reminded that Thorne was not going to make this easy.
"Why don't you just give in?" He asks, fingers putting more pressure, not scratching but simply rubbing, simply trying to map out as much of Thorne as they can, looking for a more sensitive spot that he can get to.
[wc: 242]
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 6:55 pm
thanks for redux
Thorne hisses against Chris, presses closer, lets his hand slider higher up to the flat plane of Chris's chest, rucking the shirt higher so that he can get better access. He is insatiable and starving, unleashed by Chris's own hands. He whines when the pressure loosens, a sound of wanting.
"Compliments won't get you far," he teases, but his breath comes in short bursts, fracturing the lie. Maybe Chris wins this round because he cheats, because he already knows he has the advantage, but Thorne will go down in flames. Or on the bedroom floor. Who knows.
Thorne laughs at the response he is granted and grinds his hips downwards, slowly, like he is moving to the beat of a song, the rhythm of Chris's heart. The question makes him hiss, bending his wings inwards against the pressing fingers, head dipping to rest against the curve of Chris's collarbone, a pressing weight, an open moan against the blonds neck when he hits the apex of Thorne's wing, heat bursting like stars in his belly, behind the lids of his eyes.
He concedes defeat by winding his hands around Chris, digging his hands into his hair and running his fingers through the blond tresses.
"Who knows," Thorne says breathlessly, his voice trembling, "Maybe I'm just a sore loser, cheater."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 7:12 pm
are we out of the woods yet
Thorne sighs out against Chris, a shuddering, deep sound of fractured stability. His body aches, largely mitigated by the pain meds they'd pumped through the IV into his bloodstream. He feels lightheaded and dizzy, but grounded all the same, his body pressed up against Chris's, as battered as it is. He wants to stay in the others arms all night long, fear still trembling through him. He is so glad that he's here - that he hadn't been in the car -
That nothing had happened to him.
"Thank god for overbearing brothers," Thorne says softly, but his voice aches. "I'm glad you're here. I'm sorry I dragged you here. I don't know how long I was out for." It had been a blur and flash and screaming scene of color, lights, sound, people asking if he was alright, if he could speak, see, talk, no - don't walk -
Thorne lifts his eyes to look at Chris, tilts his head up and studies him, pushing their foreheads together with practiced ease. He just wants to be home. Somewhere else. He just wants Chris, but not here. Not in this hospital. He wants to paw at his arm, at the scars, but he can't. They scratch and itch and burn and he can't handle them.
His thumb comes up to wipe the damp tears away from the corner of Chris's eyes, and then he leans forward and kisses them away instead.
"I'm here," he says softly, "I'm still here, and we're alright."
He noses against the other, a soft nuzzle. "I think they said I shouldn't move much for awhile. My left side is - banged up. The truck jumped the divide and - " Thorne can't remember what came next. The flip, probably. "Yeah, I've got everything. It's the one pro of having a brother who's also a businessman, yeah?"
He pauses and tilts his head back to look at Chris.
"I'm glad you're here," he says haltingly, so many apologies still trapped in his throat, "I was selfish - it was all I could say to Declan when he came."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 9:11 pm
thanks for redux
Chris breathes out again, a sudden sharp breath at the hand traveling. He thought he could ignore it but this was higher than he could let it go and he shivers at the touch, at his shirt shifting. But even with the movements he knows he's won, know he's won from the sound that leaves Thorne's mouth, the whine he's granted.
He smirks broader, says back, "I don't need compliments to get me anywhere. Although, from how you're reacting, maybe they're helping." It's a tease, a bit of a lie, but they're both playing anyways. Chris knows he has won. Thorne knows he's lost.
He bites his lip, tries to resist Thorne, but it's too much and another moan slips out, high and needy. But Thorne isn't long behind it seems and he finds the sensitivity he was looking for, rubs his fingers along it a little more finally stopping and taking a break. Closes his eyes and feels Thorne's fingers in his hair.
"Maybe you are," He says, accepting the title of cheater easily. He did cheat somewhat, "Or maybe, we can find out more in the bedroom." He smiles at Thorne, gently pushes against him to get him to move. It would be better in a room with more space, after all.
Maybe even with Thorne on the floor.
[wc: 221]
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 9:52 pm
are we out of the woods yet
Chris just leans against Thorne, lets the fear and anxiety leech out of him piece by piece the longer he stands there, the longer Thorne is in his arms. It's a slow process but it's one he needs all the same, one that reassures him again and again that Thorne is here, isn't dead, is real. This is real, this didn't turn into something worse.
"Yes," He mumbles, unable to think of anything witty. He's still a little afraid, "No, no it's fine. I want to be here, for you I. It's just been a few hours, at most." He doesn't really want to think back and count how many hours, how much time he had spent alone and on the couch and very nearly close to Coalsmoke being empty and possibly his.
He shudders again at the forehead touch, looks at Thorne and really looks. Maps his face and his bruises and everything about him, commits it to memory once and then a second time, makes sure that he can remember this if nothing else. It had been so close, so close.
He closes his eyes at Thorne's kisses, lets out another breath he didn't relize he had been holding. "Yeah," He mumbles, "Yeah I was just - not another time. Not again. Sorry."
"I heard a little," He says softly, presses himself a little closer to Thorne. "I was watching the news when Declan called, I saw the camaro-" He breaks off, his voice brittle, raw. His breath has sped up again and he fights it back now, forces the idea away. Fine, fine, everything was fine. "That's good," He replies, smile a little brittle. "Really helpful, honestly, wish Hyejin was that helpful."
It's a joke but he's silent again, studying Thorne all over again.
"I would have come the minute I found out," Chris says in a rush, in a worry, "Even if he hadn't called, I would have driven here. I would have fought my way in. It's not selfish if I want it too."
[wc: 337]
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2016 12:18 pm
are we out of the woods yet
"Okay," Thorne says, because he's really not sure what else to say. The hospital seems stupid and inappropriate for the kind of conversation he wants to have, so he doesn't say anything more yet. He wants to get out of here and take Chris with him, because he dislikes the very thought of making him stay in this sterile place full of death and dying.
He rubs soft circles against Chris's back with his good hand, the other pinned to his chest and aching dully because even pain meds didn't do all of the work. He's sluggish and tired, and just wants to go home. Back to Coalsmoke and the stupid cats and everything. He hums a soft tune into Chris's skin and looks up at him, committing this moment to memory. Even here in such a terrible place/
"God," he says softly, "The Camaro is out of commission for weeks at least now. Guess I'm not driving anywhere anytime soon." The joke is soft and prodding - are you alright? Are you good? We can go home and talk or just sleep, and do whatever you want. Whatever it is you need. "He's only helpful when I'm trying to drag my body out of a hospital bed. And even then I don't think he's very helpful. I hate hospitals."
He sighs out and smiles at Chris.
"I know," he says honestly, "I would too, no matter what it took. No matter how hard I had to fight." He pauses and breathes and leans against Chris again, closing his eyes. "Let's go back to Coalsmoke. Let's get out of here."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2016 10:01 pm
are we out of the woods yet
The comfort Thorne is providing him is helping him, grounding him more, making him able to get back to himself faster. He curls his arms carefully around Thorne, drops them around his waist. A gentle touch but one he needs all the same.
"No," Chris says firmly, looking at him. "You are not." It's awkward for a moment, too hard, but then he adds, "I'm not sure why we let you in the first place, seeing as how you can't keep yourself out of trouble in literally any situation. This should've been no different." It's a reply, a reply that he's good, that he'll be okay. That he wanted to take him home now, to leave this place because this wasn't somewhere to linger. "I'll thank him for that much and not more then. I don't like them either but don't go before you're allowed," He chastises, frowning, but lets it go for now.
"Yeah," he says softly because he knows. He knows and he doesn't doubt it at all because Thorne means what he says like this. "I agree, let's go. Let's go home." He pulls away and gently grasps Thorne's hand, tugs him out of the room to start to the car.
They will get home and it will be okay.
[wc: 213]
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2016 10:06 pm
i've got a blank space baby
Even if Chris got Thorne out of the hospital and home in relative peace, that didn't mean he was about to leave him alone. He's a worrier, when it comes to things like this, and since Thorne is definitely hurt he refuses to let him out of bed. He makes him stay while he fetches him things - water, medication, books.
However for the moment he's simply laying on his side of the bed, idly scrolling buzzfeed on his phone. He's not under the blankets yet, just laying on top, his feet near the cats who have taken up residence near Thorne and are edging closer to him every few minutes. They're testing to see how long it'll take before they can lay on Thorne's legs, seeing if they do it slowly they'll be allowed.
It's for the moment, peaceful.
[wc: 139]
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2016 10:24 pm
i've got a blank space baby
Thorne is glad to be home, but the pain meds make being awake sometimes difficult, alongside the fact that his body is trying to remember what it feels like not to be slammed by two thousand tons of steel. He had been asleep for some time, hadn't even recognized that Chris had laid down with him until he comes awake again slowly, realization folding over and over again and again in his head until it is clear what the situation is.
His arm is still in its sling, useless, which makes sleeping annoying as well, but Thorne manages by wiggling over on his uninjured side to tuck his head beneath Chris's and nuzzling the soft corner of his neck and collarbone.
"The cats are more daring than you right now," Thorne murmurs softly, as Millie pressers her paw onto one of his legs and tests her luck. Bergie gets a gentle pat with his foot.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2016 10:50 pm
i've got a blank space baby
He's not entirely paying attention when Thorne wakes up, too focused on a buzzfeed article about food and flipping through the recipes, so when Thorne worms his way over and under Chris, he jumps slightly. When he realizes it's Thorne he shuts his phone off, lays it on his stomach while he wraps a tentative arm around Thorne.
"I don't want to hurt you," Chris says in reply and explanation, already feeling a vague worry form that he'll somehow hurt Thorne already. He's nervous that he'll do something, that he'll ******** it up one way or another.
Bergie purrs at the pat and decides to test his luck by bopping Thorne's foot. Chris watches this, unwilling to meet Thorne's gaze.
[wc: 120]
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2016 11:02 pm
i've got a blank space baby
"You're not going to," Thorne replies softly, and turns to look up at Chris. There's a different breed of worry waking up in him now. "Hey, look at me. Please?" He lifts his uninjured arm and runs his fingers gently along Chris's stomach, a soft question.
"I'm not that breakable," he says gently, "And I'd rather you closer than further away." He wiggles his foot at Bergie too, patting it down gently on top of his paws. Millie has already decided to take residency nearby, half-sprawled over one ankle and purring loudly now that she has claimed her rightful place.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2016 2:09 pm
i've got a blank space baby
"Are you sure?" He mumbles back, his free hand fussing with a thread on the covers. As reluctant as he is he brings his eyes to Thorne's, pauses in his motions to give his full attention to Thorne. The affection being given to him is gentle, delicate, and he enjoys it even if he feels nervous.
He's silent for a second then says, "I want to be closer but I'm just.. nervous. You have to tell me if I hurt you. Promise." Bergie looks delighted at the wiggle, swatting at Thorne's foot gently, pupils blown wide. He's mostly forgotten about getting a place to rest now, entertained by Thorne's foot entirely.
[wc: 110]
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