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20 Jul 2013, 22:44 #31

He came closer, and whatever intention Mathieu might have had to keep calm and retain an appearance of nonchalance became, in that moment, insignificant and hopeless. Instinctively, he drew a deep breath and held it in suspense, only to have it all leave him in a rush when he was grabbed and pulled into the darkened alley nearby, where no one could see him getting pushed against a wall and pinned between the cold surface of brick and mortar and the warm body of a man who was significantly stronger than him.

For a moment, he expected something else, and expected it with such acceptance that his entire body went calm and still and supple, ready to adhere to whatever strains would be forced on it. He expected it so fully that his heart started racing even faster than before with exhilarated relief when the pain he expected to follow was instead warm lips pressed hard against his own.

A quiet sound reverberated in his throat as he kissed him back, so engulfed in the rushed moment that he barely even acknowledged how out of breath he already was. When Cash pulled back, he was close to refusing to accept that the kiss was already ended; his body swayed to follow him, but was obedient in the end, staying firm against the cold brick that felt so much colder after the warmth - the heat - of Cash’s kiss.

A smile ghosted across his lips. “So…” he answered, breathlessly and quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, “Lead the way.” He couldn’t rightly tell when his hands had made their way to Cash’s abdomen, but they were curled tightly around fistfuls of his t-shirt. “You’re the boss.” Briefly, he leaned forward, only enough for the tip of his nose to brush against the side of Cash’s. Then he leaned back again, head tilted back until it touched the wall. His hands were still clutching Cash’s t-shirt.
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30 Jul 2013, 17:16 #32

Cash’s mouth twisted as the boy leaned closer again. His face was only an inch away, half an inch, a quarter… Their noses touched and Cash jerked away, but then it was over.

They waited. The boy’s face was obscured by shadows; only glints of reflected light told Cash where his eyes were. He could feel him though. The heat emanating from another body, right there in front of him. And his hands, wrapped around the fabric of Cash’s t-shirt. The boy’s knuckles poked him in the abs.

Without breaking eye contact, his fingers closed hard around the boys wrist. He held them a moment before he tugged the groping fingers free. He pushed the hands away, then took a step back.

“Come,” he said hoarsely, already walking away as the last sound exited his mouth. He shoved his hands into his pockets and set a brisk pace towards East Side, and his apartment. Wordlessly, he picked his way through the familiar streets, avoiding eye contact with any and all that passed them.

Then they were there at the door. Cash fished his keys from the front pocket of the jeans. He fumbled, and they crashed to the ground with a merry jangle. He swore softly and bent to pick them up. The second attempt was more successful, and he lead the way into the run-down old building. There was an elevator shaft in the middle of the room, but the faded out-of-order sign had been there since before Cash moved in.

On the last staircase, between the third and fourth floor, one of the neighbors met them. He greeted the pair with a quiet hello for Cash, and a curious glance for the boy. Cash nodded curtly in return, then jerked his head for the boy to hurry up.

Finally, they were outside apartment 4C. Cash hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at the boy. Then he turned the key, and pushed into the inner sanctum. Luckily, the room was bathed in darkness. His sisters both had keys, and it was not unusual for him to find them sprawled on his couch when he returned from work in the evenings.

“Gonna stand there all night?” he asked as he crossed the threshold.
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16 Aug 2013, 23:08 #33

Was this rejection taking him firmly by the wrists and pushing his hands away? He found himself shrinking against the wall, grateful for the shadows that obscured the confusion and disappointment in his face as Cash stepped back. This wouldn’t be his first rejection, but it would be the first one to follow a heated kiss in a darkened alley, which held such delightful promise.

But then he grumbled his order, and it gave him pause, a moment’s hesitation, before he nodded quickly, overly-eager (personally, he couldn’t tell) when Cash had already turned and started walking. He followed hurriedly, but stayed a few steps behind him, arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes peering in either direction like an unaccomplished thief en route to an ill-conceived heist.

They didn’t speak, and each step brought with it a heightened sense of alarm. Three times he considered turning back, but each time, his more heightened sense of exhilaration won him over.

(East Side, he noted eventually with a shiver. East Side, wrong side, no side for his kind. He trudged wordlessly on.)

The building felt almost surprising when they finally arrived; for a while, he’d expected he’d end up in some abandoned warehouse. (Did they ever catch that serial killer? No matter. It was a dramatic way to go, at least.) Instead, an apartment building, though run-down and filthy at that, with a rat rustling in a nearby trash can. An unmitigated relief, even so; the tension in his shoulders started to fade. He watched Cash from the back, studied his contours as he found his keys, watched the hair at his nape, smiled ever-so-slightly as he dropped his keys and swore, but followed him inside without a word.

(Knowing himself, he’d muck it all up at the finish line if he opened his stupid gob.)

He didn’t think too much of the stranger. As he passed him, he offered him a noncommittal, polite smile, and then quickened his pace to keep up with Cash.

And then the door, at last, the promised land of 4C; he stood directly behind him with his head cocked lightly to the right and an eyebrow arched at Cash’s glance back at him. For a moment, the thoughts rushed his mind: Could he even get a taxi to drive to East Side to pick him up, or would he have to call his brother (horror of horrors) if he was turned away now? Then Cash’s eyes returned to the door, he turned the key and stepped inside, grumbling his impatient invitation back at him.

Mati’s lips quirked into a crooked smile. “Thankfully not,” he said quietly, very quietly, unsure if he even wanted the older man to hear, then followed him inside.

He didn’t hesitate. Some rush of confidence struck him once he was inside, and he simply stepped forward into the private space of Cash’s home, peering around himself. A final demonstration of certainty; he removed his jacket and laid it over the arm of the sofa, then turned, sat down on the edge of the very same arm and faced the older man with a half-smile.

“Nice place.” A blatant lie. It had taken most of his life to learn to mask insincerity this well.
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24 Aug 2013, 21:57 #34

Cash flicked on the lights as he pushed into the apartment, not looking back to see if the boy closed the door behind him, or even if the boy followed at all. Carelessly, he peeled his leather jacket off, tossing it haphazardly onto a kitchen chair. The dirty plate from his dinner was still sitting on the table, along with a half-empty glass of water.

He snorted at the compliment for his apartment. “It suits me fine,” he said gruffly, glancing around the space. It hadn’t been cleaned since the last time May had taken pity on him, which was God knows how long ago. “Want a beer?”

The door to the fridge made a sucking sound as he opened it. The light inside had been broken for months; he’d been meaning to get it taken care of, but somehow, it never reached the top of his list of priorities. It rarely housed anything but beer bottles and old cartons of take-out food anyway.

He extracted two bottles of beer and carried them by the necks between his fingers over to the pockmarked counter, scarred after many other encounters with bottle caps. He cracked the bottles open, leaving the tops where they happened to fall.

He took a large swig, then walked out from the kitchen towards the boy. When he stopped, his body was too close, invading. Their tips of their boots almost touched. He held the boy’s eyes, handing him the bottle.
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25 Aug 2013, 14:17 #35

The place was filthy. He watched an accumulation of dust bunnies in a corner with casual interest. It was fitting, wasn’t it? An apartment that cried out for a mop and bucket in a building so unwelcoming it seemed to growl when you moved through it, owned by a man with edges so sharp that Mathieu was certain he’d eventually cut himself on him - if he hadn’t already. Suit him? The place seemed an extension of him.

“Please,” he answered plainly to the offer of a beer, and shifted his attention instead to watch the other man moved through the apartment. He walked with the familiarity of possession, seeming to fill the entire space no matter where he was or what he was doing. Mathieu didn’t even attempt to hide the tilt of his head as he watched him move, keeping it in that lightly cocked position even when Cash was facing him again.

When he came closer, he lifted himself off the arm of the couch and waited. He stopped at such close proximity that he almost felt forced to sit back down. The other man’s size seemed so much more imposing now, tremendous as it was. Mathieu felt minuscule by comparison, delicate and frail; his body was long and slender, elegant from each strand of hair to the tips of his toes, whereas Cash was a solid mass, a towering bulk that in every way cast him in shadows.

His shoulders tensed at the unexpected intrusion, and he stretched his neck ever so slightly before accepting the beer, long fingers, perfectly maintained, closing around its neck. They were standing so close that he had to edge his head to the side to take a sip of it, but he made sure to hold Cash’s eyes as he did. When he lowered it, he licked his lips and paused for a moment. He meant to smile. He didn’t. “Thank you.”
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22 Feb 2014, 00:22 #36

Cash watched the boy’s lips close around the mouth of the bottle. The hand that wasn’t holding his beer closed into a tight fist at his side, as tight as the muscles in his jaw. The boy tilted the bottle for a drink; his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed.

A gruff sound issued from Cash; it might have been a curt “yeah”, or it might have been no word at all. His eyes remained locked onto the boy’s throat. Slowly, he reached up and touched the soft skin he was staring at. His index finger landed right below the boy’s jaw, the rest of his fingers softly splayed beneath. He traced a line down to the collar bone, a sharp protrusion underneath the skin. His fingers curled slightly, and he met the boy's eyes for a brief fraction of a second before stepping away.

He crossed the room to the window. His own reflection stared back at him in the darkness outside. He tilted his head to one side, regarding himself, reproaching. Heaving a sigh, he lifted the bottle to his mouth and drained half of it in one long sip.
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13 Mar 2014, 22:46 #37

He reached for him, and Mati felt the rough skin of Cash’s fingertips on his throat. By instinct, he stretched his neck, elongating it to accommodate the other man’s touch. His fingers moved slowly, trickling along his throat to his collar bone; their gentleness was a stark contrast to his previous experiences with the man. For a second, he felt them curling, like he was going to grab him, like he wanted to grab them, and his breath caught in his throat, halted. Their eyes met. Cash stepped away.

The breath he’d held left him in a slow puff. His brow furrowed, and he watched him, followed him with his eyes to the window. His reflection was so clear, practically unaltered against the dark backdrop of the sleeping city. Mati’s lips parted, ready to ask some question he didn’t even know how to phrase yet, but was interrupted by a sudden tap against the window. There was a spot in front of Cash’s face, then another, then another, distorting his reflection one droplet at a time.

“Rain,” Mati scoffed, “When are the skies going to give up on this ridiculous notion that they can wash this city clean?” Slowly, he began to smile. He was actually making chit chat about the weather.

Tearing his eyes away from the window, he turned them instead inside the apartment, looking around at the doors. “Which one is the bedroom?” His brow quirked. He looked at Cash’s distorted reflection again, at the fractured replica of his eyes.
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14 Mar 2014, 16:53 #38


The first raindrop hit the window with a sharp thwack, almost like a miniature gunshot. The second followed suit, then another, and another, until Cash could no longer see his own accusing eyes in the blur, only a faint outline of a stranger’s form.

The boy spoke. Cash bent his head, staring down at the beer in his hand. He raised it and took one final sip before setting it down on the window sill, dangerously close to the edge.

He turned around, and, without answering the question, started walking towards the boy, until he was as close as before. He reached out a hand and coiled his fingers around the neck of the bottle the boy was holding. Their fingers touched briefly before Cash pulled the bottle away.

Another step brought him close enough to feel the heat radiating from the boy’s body. He raised a hand and placed it in the center the boy’s chest, letting it rest there a gentle moment before he shoved hard enough to propel the boy backwards.

The bottle dropped to the floor and shattered. The smell of spilled beer filled Cash’s head as he lowered himself on top of the boy, mouth seeking mouth in kiss that was not so much a kiss as a desperate demand.
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14 Mar 2014, 23:41 #39

Mathieu had learnt to mask his uncertainties with strict exactitude. He stood his ground with head lightly cocked and lips barely parted with nonchalant indifference, like he was mid-chew on a piece of bubblegum. A cheap facade; his heart began racing when Cash came walking back toward him, unresponsive and unreadable. His breath seemed to catch in his throat every time he tried to draw it deep, and it became shallow and rapid, beyond his control.

He tried to hold it when Cash finally stood in front of him, picking the bottle out of his hand and coming even closer. He held it with dogged determination, though it was a dizzying experience in this situation; the apartment seemed to start to melt around them. No way to say for sure if it was the beer, or the suspense, or the heat radiating off Cash’s body that caused his head to swim this way, and to pluck away his every sense of poise. But gone it was, vanished when Cash’s hand planted itself against his chest and shoved him backwards.

The breath left his lungs in a sudden rush as he thumped into the sofa behind him. He heard the bottle crash against the floor, but had forgotten all about the beer until the scent hit him. And then it was forgotten again, lost in the heat radiating off Cash’s body again, flush against his own, and warm lips and hot breath on his mouth.

He stretched and arched his neck to meet him, and in a moment he was clawing at his sides. One hand buried itself in the fabric of his shirt, clutching it firmly, while the other crept underneath it and traced the contours of his hip. He’d forgotten his act of nonchalance, all his helpful tools of survival in a world that had always struck him as too hostile. It was traded for schoolboy impatience and the panting hospitality of some bewildered ingenue. If he could have seen himself, he would have scoffed and shook his head. It was unbecoming of anyone to display this kind of wonton wanton surrender.
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15 Mar 2014, 00:35 #40

Cash sat up straight, one knee on either side of the boy, straddling him. He reached for the hem of his own t-shirt and tugged it over his head, then tossed it on the floor. A rush of cool air touched his flushed skin, caressing it in an altogether unsatisfying manner.

Reaching for the boy’s waistband, he tugged his shirt free, finally feeling feverish skin underneath his fingertips. He started to undo the buttons, holding the boy’s eyes, speaking a silent dare to stop him now, before it was too late.

But it was already too late; it had been too late in the alley, too late already when he agreed to come to the bar. Grimacing, Cash tugged at the shirt, sending buttons flying and exposing more pale, untouched flesh. A trail of golden down started at the belly button and disappeared.

He put his palms against the boy’s belly, rested them there for a moment before sliding them upwards, upwards, until his thumbs rested on the protrusions of the collarbones again. He traced little circles with one hand, staring at his own moving finger as it ran across the skin. His fingertips were rough, and made rougher still by the contrast to the skin on the boy’s throat.

Letting his hands slide off the boy’s shoulders to brace himself, he leaned down. Their lips met again, as desperate as before, or more. A low groan escaped him, conveying at the same time primal longing and a helpless surrender.
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05 Apr 2014, 01:37 #41

He didn’t object. The thought didn’t occur to him, not even when Cash sent the buttons of his shirt flying in every which direction, scattering Dolce & Gabbana imprints around an apartment they had no business inhabiting. In any other situation, he may have objected, may have cried out ‘blasphemy’ and brought the proceedings to a staggering halt, but here he only drew a sharp gasp and felt his heart rate escalate. Here no part of him seemed to belong to himself anymore.

His hands trailed upwards in unison with Cash’s, delicate fingertips dancing across the other man’s abdomen, tracing taut muscle, pushing through the trail of dark hair that formed a path extending from his belly button and downward. They stayed there, his hands, feeling the ripples his breathing sent through his body, the way his chest’s rise and fall echoed through his torso.

Not for a moment did his eyes stray from Cash’s face, watching him eagerly as his hands explored his torso. Some part of him cried out for some small sign of appraisal, of approval. It was enough for him that he lowered himself down again to press his mouth to his again, to make him feel wanted again.

(He was beginning to realise that to be wanted by Cash was a rare treat, indeed.)

His neck stretched and back arched to bring him closer to him, to meet his lips with all the acquiescence he knew to produce. The ardour of his kiss was punctuated with a light nip to Cash’s lower lip as he drew back a bit, enough to still feel his breath hot on his skin, but also meet his eyes again.

He held them steadily as his hands crept lower on Cash’s abdomen, finding their way to the buckle of his belt. Deftly and calmly, he undid it, before proceeding to unbutton and unzip his trousers. His fingers traced along Cash’s waistband again, and the shadow of a smile began to form. He stretched his neck again, brushed his lips against Cash’s, let his tongue flicker against his upper lip. As his hand delved into the front of the older man’s trousers, the half-formed smile was brushed aside, and he kissed him again, softly and almost tenderly.
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12 Apr 2014, 12:41 #42

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