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“Yeeaaahhh……” tentative, uncertain, as was the creak of chair beneath him where he shifted to watch Adam, hawklike and intense. His eyes widening as the man went on talking about what they’d watch instead! ********, horror!? The super scary foreign kind?! There was something about horror movies in general — about how superstitious he was, about how he hardly minded when it was real - that s**t didn’t phase him at all — but when people made things?!

And especially the fake kind of scary ones; like a mockery, like a curse, like asking for trouble! He wasn’t sure if it freaked him out, if he loathed it, if—

Yeah, no, nope, ******** that! He was not getting ring-girled in Adams house! That? That was not in the cards! It wasn’t even Halloween! What was wrong with this man?!

‘He’s Tryna get my a** haunted like I haven’t been there n done that— ******** no!’

“That—uh—doesn’t quite sound like k’drama as it does k’dramatic?” Trying to play it off like nothing, like a bad joke, to not growl over the idea of — admiring architecture — like he was someone who got that sort of thing? And, okay, now he was sure Adam was trying to put him to sleep just so he could kill him in it!! “N’while I love the offer? There’s only really the one thing in this room worth appreciating…welll…two? Technically.”

A single unsubtle light went on in Warus head, a whole asap thought about how he could salvage both his soul and his sanity!

*Seduction*

That? That was the answer! Had to be — if he was gonna get himself out of the room that felt more like a sleep paralysis demon trap than something used for entertainment by the second!

“N’if what you wanna hear so badly is some scream queens?” He set the cup down carefully, aimed for sounding all sorts of come-hither n oblige-me as he slowly stood once more. Hell bent on fixing the trap he’d walked into all lamb like and slaughtere-able.

He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t this!! This b*****d — always full of surprises — the worst kind!

The ******** kind of person had actual film reels?!? Adam did, of course, and r made a sick kind of sense to him, that if a person had the money and the time to get the fancy setup then of course they’d also put in the extra effort of making it ******** authentic!!

Hadn’t Adam said as much about his architecture? About the room in general? How theatrical it all was — a whole goddamn show — and he didn’t think the tea was working the way it should’ve, felt his pulse spike, his heart rate climb, and all over Adam suggesting taking yet more time to put on something wholly different!!

‘I do like Scream Queens though, damnit….’ he shook his head, trying not to get sidetracked, aiming for focus!

*On Adam.*

He froze when the man twitched his gaze in his direction, played subtle, coy, probably failed uphill. The way he moved again once Adam focused back on his reel task…

“S’true yeah? Wouldn’t be too hard — and I actually do like that show. Something about horror mixed with comedy? About — like — game shows —“ tucking the annoyed edge in his tone between his teeth and biting down on it. Aiming for softer words and softer steps as he crept on Adam—-

“Could be even easier though? If you didn’t have to set up anything at all — could make our own show out of it — the oldest school there ever was or ever will be — some private entertainment? The kind t’have between just two people.” he pressed as he hissed a low breath, wincing at himself for trying to wrangle out of this new form of torture and aiming for a far better goal.

The kind he wouldn’t fall asleep to — where he wouldn’t have to talk — where —-

“C’mon, Adam — please?” he wasn’t sure if he could do soft just then, had no pliant n’ placating pleas at the ready, but hungry, tired, riled? He had that. Sitting and waiting, pacing a red velvet lined cage in a theater room. He had that in spades, he was willing to use it too.

“Not losing it…no…” rough swallow over a harsh inhale, the way he pulled himself up short and eyed the subtle shift in Adam. The way *this* man looked more like *Borax* than he had even a second ago. It was ******** palpable, the body language, the sharp side eye he received from a person who seemed both so aware of his presence and so fixed on fiddling with other s**t. So he pressed on with it, tried his luck further, crept closer still.

“Lack’n any t’start? Like — legit — hang’n onto what I dredged up for this; all of it by a slick, split hair n’my fingernails.” Licking his suddenly dry lips as he tried for hail back on his own desperate need to derail being treated with any sort of calm, thoughtful, decency. He hadn’t come here for this — he didn’t need that — he didn’t want it!!! “I spent it all earlier tonight. S’gone — emptied out — please?” Not from Adam, not like this. No. What he did want? That base thrill and physical high and the kind of debauched distraction that would pull him *out* of his own head, not trap him in it!

That — that was what he wanted from this man — what he whined for — what he’d hoped for on the sixth run red light. The way he figured he could torture his own damn self later on in the same fashion…

N’less? N’less this was what Adam wanted — for him to sit and stew in it and mull it all over until it was masticated into soupy mush devoid of all flavor and thought.

Which he refused to sit for in equal measure!

“I will—“ he blew out a breath like a bull, a bellows, swallowed some irksome
sound and tried again. “I will ******** find it within myself to be present for — anything — with you. That includes watching — <********> — A movie, a show? If that’s what you really want? But it’ll be from my knees, eyes off the screen, distracting myself the way I want to.” Huffed with the smallest flare of determination, a spark of hope. He spoke with his hands as often as his eyes, vividly, loudly. Begging to make his intent clear now that his mouth had already run its course.

“You’ll ********’ love it. Promise. It’ll be a ******** delight—“ eager as he edged that space to a close, tried to throw his shadow, to use his size like an advantage — like an offering — “N’We’ll sleep like the dead when we’re done…make it a good night…” He heaped those promises high and hung them all up in the bow of his tight grin.

“The kind it should’ve been for either of us from the start, yeah?” A better one instead of the one he wanted to forget but couldn’t bring himself to, not with his own hands in his own head, he didn’t own a tool honed enough, a mind sharp enough. Of all the things he could ever do on his own? This!? Where he shut himself up! It’d never been one of them…

But that was what Adam was for.

The snarl he flashed here, in the depths of Adams home, was very different from the one he’d briefly worn at the Club. The warning as different as the intent behind it; though he still wished to sink his teeth into the man’s slender finger — a touch that dared — the urge to do so now was empty of the desire to maim a handsy stranger.

No— there was something darker behind it, sensual, as if he would’ve gentled himself enough to nibble or suck instead of drawing blood on contact. Though? A part of him didn’t mind that idea either. He thrilled for it, a red bright enough to match Adam’s eyes, or the vintage opera theater styled drapery of the place.

If either option was on the table? So long as whatever he chose mant they wouldn’t stay *here* any longer?

Then he was game for it.

And of course Adam would mention surprises—-

“You’re telling me….” A sallow huff, he was worn out on surprises of that nature for the night. Felt he’d botched them all enough already. Unless Adam meant of a different kind? He was all ears for that, willing, open, listening to the meaning twist into something he desired enough that he cracked a less desperate grin, laughed a little.

“Sure—one’ah these nights? A real movie, j’s the two’ve us. Some normal a**, friend s**t.” As if Adam could read him easily, and it took nothing to surrender here, to let himself be pulled while looking for all the world like he couldn’t be. Feeling warm and eager as Adam, ******** finally, said the words he’d been hoping to hear since the door to Adams car clicked shut!

“But not tonight—-“ he nodded; said yes with his eyes rather than his voice, with his body rather than his overfilled mind, bent with Adams pull and breathed what could’ve been a sigh of relief as much as it was one of appreciation.

Because it was about damn time!