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A Friday downpour was generally considered to be enough to ruin anyone's mood; but it seemed like Sollux was immune to such a thing. Then again, he'd not been caught out in the torrent of rain that was battering against the window of com lab 2 as he sipped on a cup of tea. Technically speaking he didn't really need to be at the college at all, especially considering he was way ahead of his classmates and had jumped up a year. However he had to go through the motions of getting all the qualifications. All part of that *set path* he was on.
Thinking on it now made it seem just how easy it would be to stroll along this *path*. Maybe he could wind up in London with a house of his own, having paid off the family home and found Mituna a proper carer? Nah, his brother would likely hate that. Visions of Mituna chasing some poor woman out of the house in his boxers like a maniac suddenly popped into mind, and Sollux sniggered a little. Any smile that he'd been wearing vanished when the reality of it sank in like it always did. Because he and Almeis couldn't look after their brother forever; and Mituna sure as hell wasn't likely to keep that new job of his for long either. Not when his temper flared up like it did.
Giving something of a slow exhale through his nose, Sollux idly toyed with the idea of just striking a high position somewhere, getting Almeis a job and then the three of them just fucking off out of this damn city for good. It wasn't like they had any ties here. Maybe Mituna might even find a better quality of life in a different place and-
His train of thought was interrupted by the sudden buzz of his phone vibrating against the table. More than likely it was going to be an email telling him about one of his many SBURB updates, but he was surprised to see he was being pestered by someone. Taking a wild guess, he assumed it was probably Mituna but found upon investigation that it wasn't.
-terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling twinArmegeddons [TA] at 10:24 -
TC: HeY MoThErFuCkEr dO yOu HaVe An UmBrElLa?
What?
Sollux glanced out the window once again. The rain was battering so hard against it that he imagined that it might well shatter if the raindrops had been hail stones the size of footballs or something. Of course he was smart enough to know better; although he sort of wished he wasn't sometimes. Shit, Gamzee would eat that notion right up though. He had half a mind to reply with the idea he'd just had but thought better of it. It was stupid anyway.
TA: no.
TA: ii got a liift iin today and iim beiing piicked up at four.
Why would Gamzee want to know that anyway? Seemed sort of pointless or like a desperate stab at conversation. Nah, he was being judgmental.
". . . Hm."
Sollux stared at the sent messages on his phone for a second and then pushed his phone away. Gamzee had probably just forgot his umbrella. That was it, no need to think on his mind started to wonder off again. Why had he said he was getting picked up at four? That was totally unnecessary information, Gamzee didn't need to know that. Nobody needed to know that. Yet Sollux had decided that he needed to know that. Actually maybe he was-
A light smack to his own forehead was all he could do to stop himself going off on something of a mental argument with himself and he let out a slow, gentle sigh. No need for that shit. He'd been warned about over thinking stuff and driving himself into stress. So he just took another breath and looked at his laptop instead, pretending the phone didn't exist.
"Whatever."
However it soon started to buzz again, and he was almost ashamed how quickly he picked it up, swiping the screen and reading the set of messages that came through.
TC: AwH sHiT yEaH wE mAtCh BrO!
TC: i LeFt MiNe At HoMe.
TC: SoRtA mOtHeRfUcKiNg WeT tHoUgH dAwG, yOu KnOw If ThIs PlAcE hAs AnY tOwElS kNoCkInG aRoUnD? aIn'T rEaLlY dIgGiNg ThIs WeT cLoThEs BuSiNeSs.
TC: i'm iN tHe sCiEnCe BuIlDiNg.
Sollux once again glanced to the heavy downpour that was still hammering against the windows and slowly inhaled. The science building wasn't too far and he was fairly certain that Gamzee could do with somewhere warm to sit down if he was as wet as he said he was. Besides, sitting on his own and idly browsing the net was getting a little boring.
He gave a quick look around the lab before he got out of his seat, checking to make sure none of the tech guys were about. The last thing he needed was those losers to see his boyfriend hanging out with him and give them reason to take the piss out of , it seemed none of them were around and he checked the time table on the wall to make sure there would be no lectures either. After all, he didn't want to have to move in about ten minutes when he'd settled down with a fresh cup of tea.
TA: come two lab 2.
TC: lAb S?
TA: dont be a fuck.
TA: ju2t come two the computer room that ha2 the guy who look2 liike he miight punch you.
TC: :o)
TC: nOw WhY tHe MoThErFuCk Is ThAt BrOtHeR aLl SoRts Of SaLtY aT mE?
TA: becau2e for 2omeone wiith the habiit2 of a 2talker youre pretty 2hiit at turniing up two where ii actually want you two be.
TC: dO yOu WaNnA HeAr A JoKe?
TA: no.
TC: KnOcK, kNoCk.
TA: who could po22ibly be there.
TC: dO we.
TA: do we who.
Suddenly, without any warning, the doors to com lab 2 burst open violently to the sudden obnoxious singing of Gamzee makara, who was loudly and rather tonelessly belting out the Doctor who theme "DOOO WEEEE WOOOOOOOOOOO DOOOO WWWWEEEEE WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DOOOO WWWEEEE OOOOOOOO DDDOOOOOOO EEEEEEEWOOOOOOOOOOO~"
"You are such a repulsive fuck!" Sollux hissed, having been so startled by this sudden intrusion to the peace and quiet that he'd fallen off his chair and was now seething on the floor. His rage apparently seemed to do nothing but amuse his boyfriend into fits of honking laughter however, as Gamzee squelched his way over.
"HaHahahahhahaha!HONK HONK! Motherfucker! You *FELL* for it! HAHAHA!" he wheezed, in near hysterics about his own pun by the time he was within Sollux's hitting range. Boy did he make good use of it, giving the gangly clown a dead leg with a swift punch. Or at least attempted to anyway. All those hacking skills gave his brain a good workout but not much else; and meant Sollux hurt himself more than Gamzee. Wincing somewhat, he grimaced and shook his hand out,feeling his frustration rising.
"UNGH-You fucking-Fuck you!" Yeah, Almeis had been right. The entire English language and he really could never pull out anything eloquent when he needed it the most. Still, he couldn't help but find that laughter infectious and a smile was creeping its way onto his face as Gamzee sat down onto the floor with him.
"Awwwh Motherfucker! You really that mad at me brother? Gonna get all sorts of pissed off at a joker every time he does his thing? Not sure you should be getting your dating on with a clown if thats all sorts of offensive to you," Gamzee teased, his sopping wet hair hanging in dark purple clumps as his paint ran down his face. No matter how pissed off Sollux had been initially, he knew that Gamzee had a good point, making him flush a little pink to the cheeks for a second.
Pushing his glasses up his nose, Sollux got to his feet and extended a hand to the other. "Maybe i'm offended you'd think I was actually mad."
"Maybe you're motherfucking flipping your shit back and fucking forth so damn much I can't keep my clown ass up with your noise."
"Maybe you need to work on your game then."
"Motherfucking menyeh mneh nah myneh blah bladdy blah. My game is motherfucking smooth as all kinds of shit I'm up and telling you right now."
"Yeah. Nothing spells swag like bursting in with a romantic rendition of the doctor who theme song that was toneless enough to make me resent the ability to hear and also the fact you managed to surprise your date so much I think I bruised my ass. Gee. So much game, my underwear is falling right down to my ankles. Just, wow. Swooning," drawled Sollux, being certain to use the most bored tone he could possibly muster as he trailed off with a sigh at the end. He also made a point to not even look at Gamzee, opting instead to pick up his cup and idly walk away. That's right clown, no time for giving any attention to you. Or thats the sort of thing he was going for anyway. A performance that seemed to have worked because Gamzee gave something of a huff, scuffing his foot along the floor indignantly before leaning against the wall.
"You aint got no sense of motherfucking humor," Gamzee grumbled, hands sliding into his sopping wet pockets.
"Or maybe you just don't get mine." However, even if he really believed that, Gamzee still didn't seem so pleased. Whilst he usually got away with being a snarky dick on internet boards or with his brothers, it didn't seem to apply to everyone and Sollux was starting to feel a knot of guilt in his stomach. As insane as it was thinking this (and this literally was the weirdest thought he had ever had in his entire life from his inner voice,) his choice in lover was a clown; who apparently was a little sensitive about his comedic skills.
A small moment passed of nothing but the purest, awkwardest silence before Sollux approached Gamzee, standing besides him and giving the other a glance before looking elsewhere. "Look. I'm. . . not used to that sorta stuff. . . It was sorta funny, really. I am just from a entire household of sarca-actually. No. I just live with one dry prick and Mituna. And you've seen Mituna. . . So yeah. Sorry," he muttered. Mushy feelings and heartfelt explanation were NOT his thing at all so this was as good as it was going to get by the way of an apology.
Yet another moment passed before a clammy arm came and wrapped around him, pulling him close to Gamzees's wet body. Sollux was about to get snide about the matter when few kisses were pressed to the top of his head, pacifying him. Though there was soon a soft mumble into his hair from the soggy clown at his side. "S'alright bro. . . Just. . . Breaks a motherfucker's heart that I ain't seeing that smile on your face too often,"
Well fuck. If that didn't make him feel two million times worse than the twisting knot of guilt in his stomach, he didn't know what would as he cringed a bit. Not only was he soaking wet, but Gamzee had only been trying to make him laugh and-god damnit Sollux decided there and then that this day sucked. It sucked so fucking badly that he was going to officially declare this the worst day on earth. ". . . Sorry. . ." he murmured pathetically, unable to think of anything else to do at all. Actually, there was one thing that he could think of. ". . . You're making me really wet."
"S'abit inappropriate Solbro?"
". . . Jesus fucking christ."
"One at a time motherfucker, one at a motherfucking time yo. . ." Gamzee sighed, grinning down at Sollux and apparently delighting in the other's narrowed eyes before he seemed to realise that Sollux was actually getting wet from his soggy clothing. "Awh shit yo! Check that out! I'm spreading the rain's love and shit!"
"Well before you go spreading a cold between us and before I go spreading my fist into your face, there's a fan heater in the storage cupboard. So sit here, stay still so you don't hurt yourself and DON'T touch my laptop," he snapped, pointing at the machine in question.
"Aight yo. Don't touch the laptop, you wanna fist my motherfucking face," Gamzee grinned, sticking his tongue out a little and earning a flipped middle finger from Sollux as he walked to the edge of the lab.
The storage cupboard was never locked. Why this was, he didn't know. But Sollux didn't care to ask as it was pretty useful. Back when he'd started at the college he used to hide in there when he wanted to remain hidden from a few people who'd picked on him. Namely it was people like Eridan's older brother, Cronus, though he guessed there were a fair few others too. He'd lost count really of the amount of people he'd pissed off with his sharp tongue. Either way, the hiding place did its job well as there was a small light and plenty of things to move in front of the door. There was also a plug socket so he could sit in there for hours with his laptop and charger if needs be. However he'd not needed it for a while now.
Opening the door, he looked about for the little light and flicked it on, stepping over a box or two until he was fully inside. There were still a few things he'd brought in here that were tucked away at the back. A lightly dust covered pencil case, some empty sweet wrappers, and-was that a teacup? A clean one? He wondered where that had got to. Sollux usually kept two here incase one was stolen. "Heh. . ." he mused, about to lean down to get a better look when-
"Hey is that a motherfucking teacup?"
"SHIT!-Gamzee!" Sollux hissed, receiving what felt like the second near death experience he'd had in the space of an hour as he turned around to see a lanky juggalo stepping into the small area with his precious laptop in his arms. "Put that down-actually-NO- just-fuck! Damnit I can't leave you for two seconds without you going off on some whimsically bat shit tangent of unpredictability!" he snapped, grabbing the laptop from Gamzee's arms and closing the lid before he set it safely on one of the shelves. Thank fuck, his heart was literally in his throat and he had to exhale before he spoke. "Seriously, did you have to bring that with you?"
"You would've been all sorts of hella rage induced if I'd have left that shit laying out there on its own, yo," Gamzee shrugged, seemingly unbothered by Sollux's annoyance as he looked about. That guy just didn't give even *the* remotest fuck about how Sollux's eyes were narrowed to the point of staring almost murderously.
". . . I guess-whatever. Help me find the fan heater. It's in a tall black box with green stickers on it."
"How the fuck you know that so well?"
"I used to hang out in here a whole lot becau-" Sollux paused for a second and turned to stare blankly at Gamzee. "I will actually consider injuring you if you make any closet jokes."
"Honk."
Honestly Sollux felt like that was a good anticipation on his part as he tried to spot the box amongst the many others. For all his efforts however, the lack of lighting didn't really help too much and he was about to consider asking Gamzee to open the door a little wider when he heard the soft thudding noise of it closing instead.
At that moment, Sollux realised that the simple act of closing a door could easily make his heart near stop. Especially when he turned around to find himself face to face with his slightly smiling boyfriend. He'd seen a few smiles on Gamzee's face in the short time they'd been dating, but this was a new one on him. One that made his cheeks start to feel like they were burning a little as he tried to look anywhere that wasn't Gamzee's eyes or general face area. ". . . Yeah so, Hey. . . heh. Small confined space right?"
God damnit Sollux.
". . .Hey motherfucker. . ." Gamzee grinned, ignoring his statement and coming to stand very close to remove pretty much any distance between them. He watched as the other rocked on the balls of his feet a little bit before giving something of a chuckle. A chuckle? What the fuck was this dumbass chuckling for? Sollux was almost starting to imagine this was some attempt at trying to prank him again when a sudden realisation hit him like a truck.
Gamzee was nervous.
He knew exactly what he wanted but he was hesitant none the less and even if Sollux wasn't entirely certain was that entailed, he had a rough idea. Two guys in a small room with dim lighting? It was pretty obvious his boyfriend wanted some make outs. Fine, he could deal with that, totally. that was certainly something he could do (or so he was telling himself anyway.) To say 'dealing with it' might have been a bit unfair however, as he really he did want to just step forward and smoothly engage in some hot snogging. But he was a social recluse, and he'd not had much practise with the whole kissing thing. That, and the people he had smooched before were all shorter than him where as Gamzee was 6ft and he was. . . Well, unsure what to do about the role reversal.
Not wanting to make him feel like he wasn't interested or that he wasn't into the other, Sollux took a small shuffle forward and glanced up at Gamzee. ". . . I'm. . . not mentioning this to be weird. . . I just don't want to get stuff wet. . . so. . . just take your top off."
Yeah. Way to be smooth. But seriously, Sollux really didn't want wet clothes. They felt gross on his skin and-Wait what was going on now? Gamzee's hands should've been busy with the fabric of his own clothes but instead they had come over to Sollux, starting to tug off his zipper hoody from his slender shoulders. "Sure thing yo, but your top is coming off first, alright?"
"Fair enough. . . " Sollux mumbled, watching his hoody crumple to the floor before reaching over and removing Gamzee's soggy one, which landed with a fat SLOP. The both of them smirked somewhat in amusement before seeming to realise that just the tshirts now remained. Gamzee of course was wearing a shitty ICP band tshirt, but Sollux wasn't really focusing on that. Instead he looked at how the paint had stained the black fabric from where it had ran onto it from the rain and how the damp material was clinging to his form. Or at least he had been before Gamzee nudged him, as if trying to remind him that they'd made a deal.
"Off with that shit yo," smiled Gamzee, his voice a little quieter than he might've been intending.
Heh, cute. Sollux managed to get his tshirt off easily enough and his glasses along with it. There wasn't going to be much use for them unless Gamzee was the type to have his eyes open during a makeout. Not that Sollux was either, though once he had sorta peeped by accident. Ungh, why did he have to remember that now?
When he felt Gamzee's slightly sweaty hands slither over his skinny hips, all thoughts were drawn away from that memory and to the toppless guy in front of him with. . . tattoos? Well, who ever had scrawled the ink onto Gamzee's skin might have been a professional, but it was clear that Gamzee may have picked at them when they were healing because the colour was patchy here and there. Particularly compared to the ones that Sollux assumed had been re-coloured. Any intricate lines or bright colours were missed however, unable to look long enough to make out what they were as Gamzee's forehead was soon pressed against his own.
This really was no big deal, but his pulse was going through the roof and the simple act of breathing seemed so damn loud all of a sudden. Ungh, if he didn't have to angle his head up to kiss this stupid idiot it'd be so much easier. Even so, he was more than just the right height for their stomachs to be pressed together as he loosely wrapped his arms around Gamzee's waist, tracing small circles on his spine as they shared airspace for what felt like far too long. But the hands on his hips re-assured him and Sollux finally rose up on his toes a bit, pressing just a small kiss against Gamzee's mouth.
What could've been a sweet little peck, wasn't. Sollux couldn't help a being slightly snide about it, as if to say 'ha, you loser, I had the balls to actually do something,' but he could feel a broad grin from Gamzee against his lips. Stupid clown; he'd smile at anything though but that just made Sollux add one, two and then three more kisses to the other's slightly chapped lips, feeling the bits of dried skin catching against his own. Fuck that was a bit gross but he didn't mind too much when Gamzee started smear his own right back against his. He didn't press hard, moving slow and languid against his mouth before parting it slightly.
This was usually their comfort zone, just slow kisses and light touches when they could get them, but they weren't in the comfort of his home or walking back from college this time. They were in a damn store cupboard at the back of a classroom and as moronic as it sounded, the lack of a tshirt seemed a good excuse as any to just forgo caution and take a few more steps into. . . Well, whatever the fuck this was. He'd done worse, actually-no, he hadn't. He'd groped a tit in the school corridor once but that was about all - wait that totally counted right?
Sollux mentally screamed at himself to concentrate instead of plunging into some shitty distraction or internal argument when Gamzee was open-mouthed against his own. So deciding to cut the shit once and for all, he slid his hands up the other's back and tilted his head. No time like the present.
As soon as their mouths locked it seemed like Sollux had to pull him closer, his fingers trying to curl themselves into that mess of badly dyed hair as he felt his form being pulled as close as it could get. With a slow flex of his jaw, he slid his tongue out and into Gamzee's mouth, finding the other was more than eager to meet him. Each movement inexperienced and a not half as good as it could have been but fuck, like hell would Sollux have it any other way. Even if Gamzee didn't seem to bring his tongue out enough or if he himself seemed to be suffocating him with how enthusiastic he was becoming. However, the clown's facepaint was soon smeared across his taste buds as he licked the other's lips, murmuring a bit against them. "Fucking. . . put your tongue out."
Looking a little dazed, Gamzee managed to breathe out a reply. "Wh. . .What?"
"You're supposed to kiss back not like, flop it about."
"I'm trying motherfucker but you're all up and shoving that shit down my throat!" Gamzee grumbled, still pressing kisses against Sollux's mouth as he spoke.
"Ungh. . . sorry. . ."
Shaking his head with a smile, Gamzee seemed more than undeterred as he went back to what they'd been doing. Though there was at least a bit of an improvement as Sollux felt a bit more passion this time around. Fuck, he should've probably kept that a secret. Especially when he felt Gamzee's tongue writhing leisurely about his mouth; making a rush of heat seem to tingle in his cheeks and groin. His own movements were a little more placid compared to before, but his hands certainly weren't. They were mimicking his boyfriend's own hands and sliding over his sides and back to feel as much as he could find of his damp skin.
Obviously there was going to be an inevitable reaction to all of this. But even with that knowledge, he still felt awkward as fuck when he felt the stirrings of an erection. There wasn't going to be any easy way to avoid it and it sure as hell didn't seem like either was keen on assumed they'd just make out and make it a point to ignore whatever was going on down there and-Nope, apparently not. Not when Gamzee had broken the kiss to latch onto his neck instead with a sucking kiss. "Mn-ah. . ." And now the moaning. . . Nice.
This was all levels of unexpected and his mismatched eyes widened in shock as what had been a slowly growing semi suddenly stiffened to the point it was practically fucking painful. "Sssshit. . . " he whispered, finding himself pressing his hips against Gamzee's in response. Initially he had thought that Gamzee would stop or be a bit freaked out but the clown fucking sniggered a little instead. That smarmy chucklefuck. Sollux would've been livid if he wasn't smirking a bit as well, turning his face into the crook of the juggalo's neck and pressing his own kisses up the curve of it. Even in the dim light, he could see there were a few burn scars here and there, things he started to suck slow love bites over. Why he wanted to replace them, he didn't know. Could you even place a hickey over scar tissue? He didn't really know, all he wanted to do was to get Gamzee feeling that same rush he'd gotten when his neck had been sucked on and by the sounds of the small moan he'd just heard, he'd succeeded.
What had started off as some pretty nervous kisses was quickly transforming into some heavy touching when he realized his fingers were grasping at Gamzee's waistband, hooking themselves into the belt loops and keeping their hips pressed firmly together. There was no denying the hardened lumps between them or the slight grinds that either one would give now and again. Frankly it was fucking ridiculous that Sollux's hand didn't seem to dare go any further south just yet and Gamzee seemed to have bruised about every fucking inch of his neck available. However no matter how fast his pulse was racing or how his stomach churned with excitement, Sollux was soon back at Gamzee's mouth, eagerly taking his tongue once again, though it was very short lived because he soon gave a small gasp when Gamzee eventually groaped at his ass.
"What?" Gamzee purred, grinning against the other's lips.
"Heh. . .didn't think you'd take shit further."
"Nn. . . Well I like to keep a few wild cards up my motherfucking sleeves. . . Gotta keep you motherfucking surprised and eager yo. . .I like all those noises you're making brother. . ."
What? Oh hell no.
"If that's a challenge you're going to find yourself well and truly losing." There was no way he was going to let Gamzee think that he was the one who was a step ahead in this or that he was the only one with surprises. Did that clown really think that he'd have Sollux being the one to be a moaning mess? Something told him that yes, yes he did.
And that was a attitude he intended to do something about.
"Is that so motherfucker?" Gamzee mused, smirking with half lidded eyes as he moved in to connect his lips to Sollux's once again. Sollux however, was a little too quick for him, tilting his head to the side to slide his tongue up the juggalo's throat in a slow motion instead. Hopefully that would be a small enough distraction for what he had planned because-well, he was sure he wanted to do it- at least, he thought so anyway. Whatever, it was go time and he was determined to have that stupid lover of his scarlet-faced if it was the last thing he did; even if the other was wearing greasepaint.
After giving Gamzee's neck a lick,, he started to move his heated kisses along his skin from his collar bone and down to his chest. Naturally a circus performer like Gamzee was going to be pretty toned considering all the acrobatic shit he pulled off. So Sollux had something of a treat for the eyes as he slid his tongue over one of the pierced nipples. Damn, he'd have to get a better look at the other later. For now his mouth worked the small nub, slithering against it slowly. Something so insignificant as a little bump on someones chest shouldn't have caused the gasp that he heard though, making Sollux jump a bit when Gamzee groaned outwardly, biting his lip from what he could see. Heh, he'd have gotten his fingers on them sooner if he'd known the other enjoyed that but for now he was just taken aback that Gamzee managed to look both stupid and attractive at the same time, if that was possible. If he was the sort for compliments he'd have told the other he was hot, but he decided he'd show him instead.
Finally sinking to the floor after he'd kissed across the flat of his stomach, Sollux found himself face to face with Gamzee's groin. The still soggy material and the way his polka dot belt was barely managing to keep his baggy jeans on his hips would be pretty laughable if he wasn't feeling like his heart was in his throat. Hell, he could feel the nerves starting to creep up on him now as he glanced up at the other, meeting Gamzee's very flushed face. One that looked like he had just hit the fucking jackpot. Though at the same time, Sollux saw there was clearly hesitation there. Ah, so this was a first for Gamzee too. At least the clown couldn't turn around and tell him he was terrible afterwards.
Silver linings, he supposed.
"You're sure, Solbro?" muttered Gamzee, seeming like he was worried the other would have second thoughts. But his mind was made up, he was going to go through with his choice and- yeah, he was going do it. As long as he didn't think on it too much he was sure he was going to be fine. So with a nod, he started to go ahead with unbuckling Gamzee's trousers.
"No, I'm down here to tie your fucking shoelaces," Sollux grumbled, rolling his eyes before seeing the slightly nervous smile on Gamzee's face and the mess of dyed purple hair that was now mostly dry. Ungh, weirdly handsome fucker. "I'm cool with it."
"Heh, joker. . ." That mused hum was so quiet and Sollux thought it was sorta sweet as he finally managed to get his boyfriend unbuckled, prying open his jeans and then tucking his fingers into the waistband as he took a shaking breath. Licking his lips a little, he took a final glance up at Gamzee again to try and hope it would stop him from feeling like he was having a heart attack.
"It's cool man, you can do it yo. . ." Gamzee assured him, smiling softly and smoothing a hand through Sollux's hair in what he guessed was a bid to comfort him.
"Yeah well, its easy for you to say," he began, starting to pull Gamzee's boxers down after seeing the hardened mound behind the black fabric. "You just have to -What in the fresh fucking hell am I looking at."
"Heh. . .Pretty impressive right?" Gamzee smirked.
"No! What the fuck?! The drapes match the carpet!?" Sollux gawped, looking dumbfounded as he was face to face with Gamzee's horribly dyed mound of purple pubes. "Jeeeeeeesusss. . . I. . . Don't know if I want to laugh that you cockblocked yourself in one fell swoop or fucking cry that I'm dumb enough to want to carry on with this shit. . . You fucked up moron."
Seeming utterly unbothered by this, Gamzee simply shrugged, looking down at his boyfriend with his ever present smile and gently wiggling his hips. "Hey man, I ain't one for fucking mis-matching shit. You can hardly blame a brother for wanting to make sure I'm all the right colours and shit y'know? Basic motherfucking artistic principles."
"Gz if you don't shut up I'm going to lose whatever is left of my erection and leave you locked in here for the rest of your very fucked up but colourful life."
"Awh shit. . ."
Sighing a bit, Sollux took a second to assess the situation before abandoning it to what could only be labeled as a sexual encounter that was now fucked up beyond recognition. That little surprise had totally thrown him off his game but he supposed he couldn't just leave Gamzee hanging which. . . Well, he was. . . in mid air. . . Sorta. . . Geeze, he'd managed to stay rock hard even with Sollux flipping out like that? Whatever, there was no time to get questioning his shitty standards right now, because Sollux was face to face with Gamzee's cock and that awful shade of purple. It was go time or he'd have to just chalk this up to a thing he wasn't into.
"Y'know if ya don't dig this shit we can. . . oh. . . heh. . . mnn. . ." Gamzee had started talking, apparently seeming to think that it was a lost cause but Sollux had decided to at least give it a go,wrapping his fingers around the base of Gamzee's length and giving a tentative lick to the head. Hm, that wasn't totally awful. Of course he'd touched himself before so he knew what holding a cock was like, he wasn't that naive, but Gamzee was a little thicker than him and probably had an extra inch and a half. Ungh, now wasn't the time to go comparing sizes, but he guessed that was just a thing you were bound to do when your gender seemed fucking based around what your dick was capable of doing in the bedroom. . . or stationary cupboard. . . or anywhere.
Following on from his first lick was easy. He'd dug about on the internet enough to stumble across imageboards with more porn on them than a teenagers harddrive so he had an idea of what to do. Putting it into practise was going to be something entirely different however. He didn't exactly want to end up getting throatfucked or anything but Gamzee wouldn't do that right? Pushing those thoughts to the side, he opened his mouth and began sliding in what he could, trying this whole sucking thing as he slid his head back and forth slowly.
"F-Fuuuuckkk. . . nnnn. . . S-Shhhiit Solluxx. . ." Gamzee moaned, sliding his hand around the back of Sollux's head and through his short hair. Had there been a shove into his mouth or a force to push him for more he'd probably have flipped, but instead Gamzee's fingers were reassuring, smoothing over the curve of his skull and occasionally running a thumb across his cheek. In all honesty he was pretty surprised to feel flutters and a rush of heat to his face when his name was moaned, urging him to try and get more of those pleasured noises from the other. So he slid his hands up Gamzee's thighs, caressing the slightly damp skin along the way before wrapping his arms around his hips.
All of Gamzee's gasps and breathless moans were coming a little more urgently now as he felt those hips give barely restrained rocks against his mouth. Heh, so his lover was struggling to contain himself hm? Sollux wasn't really sure what Gamzee's endurance for this sorta thing was like, but one glance up at his expression told him more than enough when he saw his bitten lip and hooded eyes burning back down at him.
Fuck he shouldn't have looked.
That sight alone was enough to make his own cock give a twitch, toes curling a little as he gave a small moan of his own. So he decided not to look away, making sure Gamzee could see everything that was happening. Whatever he couldn't get in his mouth (which was about under half of gamzee as he didn't really fucking know what he was doing,) he worked his hand around. Moving it in time with his head, he slid the thick length in and out of his mouth as he watched Gamzee carefully. Surely he could get a bit more in? He was doing great so far and Sollux was feeling pretty confident he could earn some more moans from the other, especially when they sounded so damn nice.
Trying to conjure up any images he'd recalled from the net (something he'd spent far too much time on,) he swept his tongue over the head of Gamzee's cock, lapping along the slit before sucking him right the way in again. Judging by the loud groan and sudden lurch from the other, this was a good thing so Sollux did it again, and again. However, he got a bit too ambitious, trying to take in more than he could handle as he attempted to get more of Gamzee into his mouth than he could deal with, causing him to gag horribly when he felt something make contact with his damn tonsils.
"*COUGH*-F-FUCK!" he spluttered, eyes watering horribly.
"Shit! You Ok Motherfucker?" Gamzee asked, seeming half amused and half besotted that Sollux had even tried that for him before he was growled at.
"Be silent unless you're moaning and never mention this again," Sollux snapped, taking Gamzee's cock back into his mouth and trying to ignore how badly the shame burned at his cheeks. Alright so he knew what his limits were at least, but Gamzee didn't seem too worried, running his fingers along Sollux's jaw and his head once again. He could've almost sworn there was a loving look in his eye as well, but maybe that was just his still watering eyes.
As fun as this was, it was making his jaw ache a little and he had a feeling his neck was going to hurt but he figured it was going to be worth it in the end. His own need was still throbbing a little in his jeans, restrained and unattended at present but he guessed that could hold on for the time being. All thoughts about that went as Gamzee's hands suddenly gripped at Sollux's shoulders,holding him in place for a moment. "Mnnnmoootherfuck! I'm gonna cum -ah!" He warned, seeming to try and give him the chance to pull off now whilst he could. However Sollux remained where he was, likely unaware of how bad things were about to taste.
His pace increased, bobbing his head back and forth as he breathed as quickly as he could manage given that it didn't seem to be quite enough. Even Gamzee seemed to be struggling as he could feel the clown's hands shaking against his head, fingers curling into his hair and tugging a little. If he meant to or not, Sollux didn't know, he didn't care. All he gave a fuck about now was getting his lover to orgasm and he slid his lips over as many inches as he could get without choking himself. A few delirious moans and a sudden unexpected buck into his mouth spelt Gamzee's end as Sollux soon felt a hot spurt of cum flooding against his tongue. At which point he wrapped his arms tighter around the other's hips as he sucked a little more gently; though honestly half of him wanted to throw up with how bad this stuff tasted. However, he quickly swallowed it down, looking slightly revolted about the matter as he slowly came to a stop and let Gamzee's cock slide from his lips.
"Nnn. . . Shit. . .That tastes fucking gross. . ." he began, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and deciding there wasn't an acid strong enough in the world to get rid of the taste of cum. Anything else he might have wanted to add onto that was pushed out of the way when Gamzee came down to his level, reaching over and dragging him right into his lap to wrap his arms around Sollux's slim form.
"Motherfucker. . .Mmmnnmmmmmmoooooooooooooootherfucker! hah. You're a miracle and a half. . ." Gamzee sighed, nuzzling and kissing Sollux's mouth and cheek with soft and lazy affections. "Got real blissful mirth pumping right on through my veins cos of you my wicked. . . motherfucking. . . shit I can't rightly think straight but you up and get what I'm meaning."
"Too long, didn't read, you're feeling pretty good you got your dick sucked?"
For a second, Gamzee pulled back and looked at Sollux with something of a blank expression before shaking his head, chuckling softly. "Nah yo, cos I got all intimate with my most wicked lover. Sure the sucking was all good, but it's just a bonus. If I only gave a fuck about getting lusty kicks then I'd have been trying to get your ass bent over ages ago. . . Naww, you really thinking I'm that shallow?"
"No, that's not what I meant at all." Shit, he didn't want to make Gamzee assume he'd been thinking Gamzee was shallow like that. Now he'd ruined the damn afterglow of their first experience together and a rather guilt ridden Sollux was about to start falling into another of his internal arguments about what to say when he felt a hand gently start to rub along his inner thigh. ". . . Didn't you just-"
"Yeah but I ain't the sorta joker that leaves a brother hanging," Gamzee grinned, giving a nip to Sollux's neck.
God damnit they were never going to leave this fucking cupboard.
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Almeis knew the other was going to be surprised. If not for the time of day, then for the fact that he wasn't going to be keeping their rendezvous.
Then again Nashir should have known Saturday mornings were just too busy a time for him to get off. Whilst he had been hopeful that Voland would be using the club (meaning he could come in late,) it seemed that the other had decided to do just the opposite, calling him at 7am and demanding he be in by 9. That in itself was more than enough to have even the stoic captor seething as he arrived to the club, one hand fumbling around in his pocket for the keys to the front door whilst the other pressed his mobile to his ear.
Why Cronus couldn't be the one to do this was beyond him, but he was all too aware of how notoriously unreliable that dolt of a bartender was. That and his foul mood was not being helped by the dial tone in his ear as he struggled to find his keys. Fine. If Nashir didn't want to answer his phone then he could feel like he was stood up and throw a sodding circus sized tantrum. Almeis had more important things to do and he could rest at ease that he'd at least tried to call the hulking idiot.
However he soon heard a low growl answering the phone. "Morning, motherfucker. . . There ain't no reason why you should be calling me unless your ass is in trouble."
"If I was in trouble you would be the last man on Earth I would call, Nashir, considering that trouble is a subject you are well versed in." There was no denying that the other had a point however. It wasn't like the two hadn't leant on one another in the past. Although that was then and a whole lot had changed over the years.
"What're you callin' my clown ass up for anyway? This a booty call? Bit early ain't it?"
Holding the phone away from his head and narrowing his eyes at it, he pressed his ear to it once again. Really he supposed that this was typical of Nashir, however, and spared the eyeroll, opting to simply shove the door open now he'd gotten the key into it. "Considering what an old git you are I'd have to call you this early for a booty call as your morning glory would be the only thing I'd be able to get a bloody ride out of. No, I am calling to inform you that I will not be attending our meeting today."
". . .You fucking what?"
"Nashir, do not make me waste my breath when I am both tired and somewhat close to tempted to reprogramming the alarm system to some complicated code to further piss off Voland for not turning up to work. I have a job to do," he snapped, glancing at the keypad that he was now punching numbers into to stop the sirens screeching.
"Fucking knew you would pull this motherfucking noise on me," Nashir growled over the phone and then hanging up. Well. Someone was bad tempered. Almeis was still halfway in the door and looked at his phone as if it had been the one to scold him when he suddenly heard a voice coming from next to him. "That's why I motherfucking decided to up and meet you here."
Certainly, Almeis was the aloof sort and usually wore a excellent pokerface, but he wasn't immune to the odd jump and he did just that at the sudden appearance of Nashir's massive form. ". . . I didn't realise a portal from hell had opened up nearby." An apt description he thought, considering Nashir was donned up in his usual god awful face paint and that unruly mane of hair. It didn't help that the ringmaster had opted for some scruffy washed out jeans and a motorhead vest either.
Honestly he was initially too shocked to be as angry as he should've been about the sickening shit eating smirk that had started to spread across Nashir's face. But Almeis knew just how to remedy how pleased the clown looked with himself as he glanced down at the juggalo's empty hands, giving him not even the barest hint of a smile in return for his efforts. "Tsk, you didn't even bring me tea. How unthoughtful."
"I come all this way to greet you and your ass is worried if I got your motherfucking tea or not?"
"If you are going to do something Nashir, you should at least attempt to do it properly as far as I am aware," Almeis muttered, standing to the side to allow the other to enter the darkness of the club. As with any nightclub, there were no windows in the main areas, so it was just as dark during the day as it was at night. Not that Almeis would be hanging about there for much longer. "You may as well come up to the office. There's somewhere you can sit and I highly doubt you should be trusted elsewhere. We're already suspicious enough that our staff members have been offloading free drinks."
Bloody Cronus. He knew it was that lazy shit but he was usually always so busy doing his own job that he didn't have time to catch Cronus failing miserably at his. Never the less, he was certain that even if he did manage to catch him, there was the fact that Voland was likely to let his dear relation get away with just about anything.
Nashir huffed as he was lead up the stairs, grunting out a reply. "It ain't like I came here for the fuckin' drinks, Almeis." Though all his complaint seemed to do was allow him to be caught rolling his eyes. Thankfully he managed to avoid being reprimanded for it as Almeis was far too busy flicking on the lights as he moved, glancing over various posters that screamed out about the various deals the club offered.
"Good. You would not be getting a damn thing from me anyway," muttered the other absent mindedly, barely paying his guest attention as he led Nashir towards the office door. Something that would've easily been missed had he not already been so used to going there day in and day out. Even punching in the code was automatic as he pushed the door open and flicked on the lights. "There. . . This is the main office area. Do come in."
Starting to gesture Nashir inside, Almeis paused and thought better of it, opting to give Nashir a stern talking to instead beforehand. After all, he was not going to risk the other's rather unpredictable behaviour in his place of work. "Just so you know, I will be keeping my eye on you on here so do behave. There are two desks, please situate yourself at the one with the yellow chair as the other one belongs to Voland- No, that is not an invitation to ignore me and sit there anyway."
There was no way that Almeis could miss the crooked smirk that spread across Nashir's face as he slid past him, smarmy and mischievous. Even now after all these years, there was an awfully wicked sense of play about the huge clown that gave a little thrill to Almeis. However there was no denying it also vexed him to the point he could swear that Nashir was the only one that could push his stress levels further than Mituna.
The club office was as organized and tidy as a room piled with paperwork, files, Tv monitors for the CCTV and a large safe for the club's earnings could possibly be. Although cluttered, it was at least clean (mostly because he was particularly anal about hygiene,) as Almeis went over to the window, opening it up good and wide to allow daylight and fresh air in. Thankfully this wasn't too disorientating to be in during the daylight hours due to the large windows that the rest of the club lacked, but it still wasn't his favorite place to be.
"Well ain't this a miserable motherfucking place to be," Nashir grumbled, settling behind Almeis' desk and looking about the place with an air of disgust.
Even if he felt the same loathing for the club, he couldn't help but feel slightly irked. "Indeed, but you know I have little choice but to be here. I have explained this to you plenty of times."
Nashir did not seem to share the sentiment however, his eyes narrowing. "Have you? Have you really explained motherfucker? Because the way I'm seeing it, I ain't up and heard shit from you in years and now I come back and find your ass working for Ampora even after that unmirthful fuckin deal he had on your self? I ain't so motherfucking sure you're really giving me the whole painting here brother. It just sounds like you're trying to push my fucking nose out from getting too far in your business."
One thing that made Almeis want to slide his slender fingers right around Nashir's thick neck was his ability to see through him like a pane of glass. Whilst his blank face and flat tone hid him well enough from the rest of the world, Nashir had an awful habit of being able to crawl right under his skin and see a good deal of the wounds that were still raw and weeping. So all he could do was hold him at arms length, keeping his words sharp for his sword and his eyes dead for a shield. "Yes. I am actually, because it is of no concern of yours. In fact, any concern you might have had for me ought to have stopped the day I said I could not go with you," he muttered, taking a moment to exhale slowly through his nose after he'd spoken.
Ah yes. That day; the day when Nashir had offered to take him and his brother's away with the circus. It was still fresh in his mind, as was the crushing guilt because he'd known from the get go he'd always turn Nashir down, from the moment he'd climbed in his car to the very last words he'd spoken to the clown. Everything and anything between the two of them had been unworkable and impossible. Just like she'd said.
Fuck did he loathe her for it.
Nashir didn't seem to back down however, shaking his thick mane of hair, as if refusing everything he'd been told. What a stubborn old goat of a man. Almeis hadn't expected any different however and merely set his mismatched eyes to look elsewhere as he listened to the other's attempts to bait him into an argument. "Nah brother, I wasn't born yesterday. If you'd wanted me to piss the fuck off you'd have told me to at the door and gotten the pigs on my ass already. Now, unless this is some whacked-out idea of a reunion to make up for failing to turn the fuck up at the circus, can you at least get explaining just what the shit is going down with you and this place? Because it sure as shit ain't for the money. You're a smart motherfucker Almeis, and you KNOW the hours ain't adding up to the wage."
Damnit.
There he went; picking at wounds, prying at sore spots. It was taking everything in him to fend off the need to sneer or grimace. In all honesty he wanted to do a little of both. But all Almeis could do was keep that damn mask up, simply blinking. Even then, it slipped up a little as he looked at Nashir. A bitter expression revealing itself. "What do you want me to tell you Nashir? That I am literally stuck in this position? That after you left I foolishly allowed myself to be dragged into-" He stopped himself right there and took a breath. No. Nashir didn't need to know, he didn't ever need to know that. "I do not need to justify why I am here."
"Motherfucker don't even START to pull that fetid shit with me! Don't even pretend like you're not trying to keep your shit from bursting at the fuckin seams! I can see right the fuck through your phony motherfucking pretense!" barked the large clown, suddenly hauling himself up from the desk before coming over to confront Almeis head on. If he was not used to the other, he may well have been close to terrified by how Nashir loomed over him, the juggalo's face seeming to flush with anger. "I ain't about to fucking chase you for answers every motherfucking time I see your bitch ass self looking blank faced like it's soulless as shit. The fuck is the deal with you?"
There was a sudden pause before Nashir looked at Almeis as if he was pitiful and disgusting, sneering a little before growling. "Or has Voland got you on your knees again?"
Now that was too much.
"ENOUGH!- You repugnant fucking-You utter such a fucking foul notion simply because you cannot get what you want? So you throw low blows like a spoilt brat?" Almeis hissed, livid that Nashir would assume such a thing. Though part of him wasn't really surprised considering how the two of them had met; never the less it made his stomach churn horribly as he sneered at the huge juggalo. "Had I not been aware that your idiocy was near fucking terminal I would have half a mind to smack a few digits off of your already dwindling IQ!"
"Then how about you go right the fuck ahead and do just that, brother? Cos that sure as fuck is the most honest I've seen you since I've got back and I'd rather that than whatever mask you keep up and forcing up on those features of yours," came Nashir's oddly calm reply with nothing more than a fold of his arms. Almeis knew very well that the other was just waiting for him to just swing and be true to his word, but he would not do such a thing, even in the midst of such intense anger. However, Nashir soon shocked that out of him. "I'd rather have your truest hate than that plastic fuckin bullshit that you've been pushing at me."
Feeling his initial fury flood away as quickly as it had surged through him, Almeis sighed in annoyance. There really was no where for him to hide right now, and although Nashir was going to remain unforgiven about his earlier comment, he at least didn't punch him straight in the face. No matter how tempted he was to do so.
"As much as it would please you, I do not hate you quite enough to break your nose. . .You know that. . ." he sighed wearily, sitting besides Nashir on the edge of his own desk. As much as he would prefer to keep the other well and truly out of his affairs, it was not worth losing one of the few people he could stand to tolerate anymore outside of his own family. "I am working here to pay off a debt. One I owe to Voland due to having insufficient funds at the time for a divorce. Believe it or not I was wedded for a rather brief time." Even thinking about that year made him pale slightly before Almeis swallowed thickly and attempted to get back on topic. "He offered to help find me a lawyer in return for working here until I paid off my debt. Naturally, I took the offer due to reasons I do not care to go into right now. However, I did not expect that he would fuck me over as badly as he did by marrying her afterwards and keeping her a looming threat should I not comply," Almeis admitted, his face becoming sullen and feeling the awful, crawling itch over his skin as he thought about his ex wife. What a horrible, horrible mistake that had been. His own, of course. ". . . I do wonder what it is about me that seems to attract the very worst in people. . . You included."
Scoffing somewhat after Almeis spoke, Nashir glanced down at the other, a small smirk that seemed a little gruesome flashing across his face. "Best keep lying to yourself brother if you're thinking this is the motherfucking worst my wicked self gets."
"I suppose a lie would be nice enough for a moment," Almeis smiled bitterly. "That really is about as good as it will get for you and I. As good as it is to see you again, Nashir, I am unsure I will be able to see much of you asides from chance meetings or text on a screen. It is much as I told you many years ago. Whatever life you and I would like, it is a happy farce and not anything we can put into practise."
For a second or two, Nashir simply stared at the other, seeming to mull over what had been said and then wearing a smile to match one that was just as bitter as the one Almeis had worn. "D'you really motherfucking think I came here to chase you?"
". . . I suppose not," he replied, keeping his eyes on his on his feet. What a wonderful, awful stabbing pain in his gut he could feel now when he heard the other say it so simply like that. But Almeis let it settle in, as if accepting it was well deserved given his previous comment.
Nashir wasn't done at all though, ready to deal a few more blows to the other as he turned to face him a little, speaking in a snarled growl. "No, I know what the fuck you're up and like and you're a bitter motherfucker who gets down to thinking shit ain't ever gonna work. So no matter how the fuck I wanna get down with you, the motherfuck am I gonna be wasting my time on an asshole who can't be motherfucked to make a single step? The fuck do you think this is? Some shitty romance movie where your ass gets chased down?"
At this point, he could've said that it was enough, that the nausea in his stomach was too much and that Nashir's angry sentiments were things he didn't need to hear. But Almeis was someone who could usually detach from negative experiences, numbing himself to it. So he supposed it was a little relief to know he could still feel them. Especially something like this he couldn't quite escape from as he glanced at the other."You said that before. . ."
"I know I motherfucking did. . . You spend all your time pushing me away like some fuckin toxic waste and as soon as I up and leave, you're back like some sicknasty whiplash out of the blue and a motherfucker can't wait to get his hands around your neck to throttle you for tormenting me like that."
Now that was a very awful thing for Nashir to pick on but Almeis couldn't deny the other was utterly correct .". . . I'm s-"
"I motherfucking love it. You sick fuck."
What might have been better than hearing Nashir say that would've been a slap to the face, or perhaps being shoved off the table outright. However Almeis had to face up to the fact that he could see that smile starting to curve on Nashir's lips and he sighed somewhat, straightening himself up. "There are so many things inherently wrong with you. . . Like some diseased beast whom is only satisfied with something sicker than itself. This is by no means healthy. . . At all. . . So do not say such moronic things."
Nashir chuckled darkly for a moment before he exhaled slowly, peering at Almeis as if he was trying to see right through him. "I don't ever need to mothefucking worry about is and isn't motherfucking healthy. I still got that vision of how pained you looked with two little boys to feed and not a damn penny to your fuckin name; but you were still turning down your motherfucking wishes to give em a life. I done a whole lotta bad things, but I was pretty motherfucking sad to see you kill yourself that day. Now all you got is that blank shit you keep pulling up, so don't get preaching on at me about what's not motherfucking healthy."
"As it was also sad to tell myself you mean utterly nothing to me," Almeis added quietly, a sullen look on his face once again as he recalled that day.
"So that's how it is motherfucker?" Nashir growled, narrowing his eyes a little in aggression, though it was easy for Almeis to see it was just to hide the sting of his comment. "Just motherfucking nothing? Gonna just fucking yank me around like that and toss me back the fuck out? Do I look like a brother who appreciates that sort of shit!?"
"Really. . . I am talking about the past, Nashir. Do not be so damn sensitive," he muttered, rolling his eyes a little at the other man before standing up and straightening out his suit. "I had to tell myself that anyway because in all honesty you caused me utter agony after you departed. Or rather I caused it to myself. I am none for. . . emotions, as you well know, so that is the best you will get. . . But I suppose if former lovers were drugs of choice. . . You were beyond my favorite and the most lethal."
For a small while, Nashir sat silently looking at Almeis as he looked right back at the other; the two of them seeming to share their silence. However it couldn't last as the larger of the two shifted, standing to his full height as he came towards Almeis. What now. The last thing he needed was for this damn clown to hook him into another argument. They had spilled enough emotion for today and Almeis had half a mind to tell him to sod off if not for the calm look on the other's face.
"Former. . ."
Oh.
Could this possibly be worse? Perhaps. Almeis couldn't make his mind up on this as he stood his ground and thought about all that had been said; in particular, the more awful things. But he knew very well why each one of those things cut so deep, why every exchange had been so prying and close to torment. Nashir had given him every chance, but it seemed Almeis was still somewhat greedy for more.
What an awfully painful and ugly thing love is.
". . . Unless you think current suits you better? Regardless of how much of a catastrophe you know it will be," Almeis replied, tilting his head slightly as a large hand came to rest on the back of his head. Even as Nashir leaned down towards him, he barely caught the sight of a smirk on the juggalo's face. Something that told him all that he needed to know by the way of an answer. The next thing he knew, Nashir's kiss was slowly burning through his lips, perfectly pressed and smearing against his own. Even Nashir's warm breath seemed like an old intoxication he'd missed terribly, yanking the cork on a bottle of emotions that had been so tightly sealed that he felt his hand almost tremble a little as he gripped almost too hard on the other's arm. Damn that clown. His kiss may well have been deadly even if it was gentle for how hard Almeis's heart ached. But it didn't stop him at all. It didn't stop how their mouths moved slow and slight against one anothers or how Nashir's arms slid around him.
However the worst part was how it seemed to sicken him when Nashir's breath left him drunk with the thrill of old memories when he had to pull away with a low purr "I think It motherfucking does."
Exhaling shakily, he could see there was a similar effect on the other, something Nashir seemed to try and hide as much as he was. Oh didn't that bring something of a smug smirk to Almeis' face, prompting Nashir to chuckle to himself as the two men slowly pulled apart and went their separate ways; Almeis to his desk and Nashir seeing himself out of the club.
How utterly sick this all was. . . His dear friend would have had a fit if he was still alive. Thankfully, he was not there to judge, leaving Almeis to muse over the smoldering tingle that still danced over his lip.