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Re: Can't Find No Sweet Release 2b/2
(Anonymous) 2012-01-13 09:02 am (UTC)(link)For a small portion of eternity, they stared at one another.
“Some people, a demographic I recently thought you belonged to, knock,” he tried unsteadily.
His jaw clenched and unclenched.
“Could you,” Boone started, abruptly turning and closing the door. Which had been locked, by the way, hadn’t he locked it?
“Didn’t I-“
“You did. I picked it open. Sorry.”
As if in a state of complete fugue, Boone moved to rectify his offense, and locked the door again. Arcade was beginning to feel uneasy.
It was with belated embarrassment that he realized he was still stark naked and rather unbecomingly covered in his own rapidly cooling ejaculate. That may have contributed to it.
“I- you’re forgiven. Listen, I kind of need to clean up,” he tried, and pulled his shirt from off the headboard behind him in an attempt to cover up a bit. Why he hadn’t already suffered some kind of stroke was beyond him, but maybe it had something to do with the fact that he’d gotten off not a couple minutes before. Oh, fate.
“You know how loud you are when you do that?” Boone asked, and the shirt was suddenly no amount of modesty for his growing shame.
“Very. You’re very loud, Gannon.”
The unexpected curtness with which he was being addressed was too strange for him to feel anything but worried confusion. “I’m sorry about that- I didn’t think anyone would be home right now.”
As if noticing the dimmed lamp for the first time, he removed his sunglasses and folded them into a tight hand, staring. Again with the blank but unwittingly soulful eyes.
“It’s three in the morning.” He paused. “Maybe more like four.”
Is he being serious? Is it really that late? “I had no idea. Again, I’m sorry I disturbed you, but… is there, you know, a specific reason that you feel the need to linger to tell me? Couldn’t this wait until morning?” Later in the morning? Much later?
“I’m drunk,” Boone offered.
Patience getting a bit short and feeling less than willing to cooperate with mind games, Arcade snapped, “And I’m sure that’s hard for you.”
“It-“ This conversation was rapidly developing a pattern. “It is,” Boone clarified, clearing his throat in an uncommon display of humanity and startling Arcade enough for him to almost miss the connotation of his next words. “Hard. It's hard.”
The thought clicked into place. “It might be wise for you to go take care of that, then.”
As if he’d been waiting for a phrase similar to this one, Boone nodded unevenly.
“Yeah, could you?”
“I uh. What?”
“Could you take care of that?”
If he weren’t so totally and completely unprepared for this turn in behavior, maybe Arcade might have been offended for being so blatantly propositioned. As it was, he was having trouble even understanding if that was the case.
“You want me to what?” he asked, voice high.
Boone shuffled in place, almost like he was adjusting something and why, who decided this was his punishment? “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said hurriedly, ducking and looking
almost like he was about to put his sunglasses back on.
“I don’t understand-“
“I want you to suck my dick or something.”
“-oh.”
That... well, okay. Or something.
“Are you sure?”
Boone nodded again, more confidently this time, and took a few steps forward. “I got drunk.”
“I can see that.”
“I was hoping it would make it easier to ask you.”
Out of all the ways he could have found out, this was possibly the strangest. Arcade was at once giddy and then terrified; it was a loaded gun and he was holding it the wrong way. Anything he said now, if Boone remembered it later, could be held against him.
“And did it?”
Boone walked until his knee connected with the edge of the bed, then he sat awkwardly, as if he was doing so without permission.
“Yes, and I’d really like an answer now please.”
Re: Can't Find No Sweet Release 2b/2
(Anonymous) 2012-01-16 02:52 am (UTC)(link)Re: Can't Find No Sweet Release 2b/2
(Anonymous) 2012-01-20 02:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: Can't Find No Sweet Release 2b/2
(Anonymous) 2012-01-20 02:54 am (UTC)(link)If it's any consolation, you could expect an update by the ~latest Saturday morning.
can't wait
(Anonymous) 2012-01-21 04:05 am (UTC)(link)Re: Can't Find No Sweet Release 2b/2
(Anonymous) 2012-01-24 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)