solace.

               he knows that he wasn’t at all welcome here — the room was currently occupied by two members of the other band, after all. not that he cared — jace davenport had never been known for being considerate. but this was the green room, after all — it was a bloody waiting room, and should therefore be considered neutral territory by both bands. no words could justify his next actions, though — by now it was fairly clear that he was merely trying to get a rise out of the other male. “ so what do you think of the tour, hmm? ” he asks the other front man. “ i mean i reckon you’re not too pleased that we’re here, but i suppose we can make the most out of what we have, yeah? ”

               his fingers fall wearily on the chords of his worn guitar, strings plucked aimlessly as he tries to web the words with the melodies. he’s got his feet propped on asher’s lap, jumbled lines pouring from his lips as if they’re prayers — quiet, dripping silence. “i’ve had enough, there’s a voice in my he—” deep breath. it’s useless to pretend his stomach doesn’t knot when he looks at the boy, bronzed skin and chocolate eyes. “what the fuck makes you feel so welcome here? because whatever that is, it has to go.” his fingers curl around the guitar’s neck, the ringing in his ears getting violent. he feels asher’s glossy eyes rake over his face, and dax knows he’s preoccupied by the way he tenses up. “no, we can’t. i don’t want you here. asher doesn’t want you here. harley doesn’t want you here. the band doesn’t want you here. get the fuck out before i break your teeth.”

                “ fair enough. du er smuk. ” the tone didn’t quite match the sentiment — not that he had expected it to. like he’d said, the danish language involved a lot of hard sounds — much like its fellow scandinavian languages, really. “ i thought you were a kitten, though. ” he points out, eyes widening as soon as he realises what he’d said. he would have thought that his previous statement would be enough to yank him back into his senses, but apparently not, because the next words that left his mouth were, “ have i? well, i intend to keep it. ” and he wanted to apologise then and there, wanted to say that he didn’t know what came over him ( because it was true ) —  but all he could do was scold himself, eyes fluttering shut briefly as he wallows in his own stupidity. by the time he was tending to the other’s shirt, he still hasn’t quite recovered from — well, everything, really, so it doesn’t come as a shock that he didn’t react to the blonde as quickly as he should have. it takes a few moments before the small towel slips from his grip, his newly freed hand joining the other on nathan’s back and pulling him closer. he wasn’t quite sure if this was the best idea —  making out with his son’s teacher, that is —  but he found himself unable to stop. he’s relieved when the male pulls away, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. “ y-you should. ” he manages to say, tearing himself away from the blonde rather reluctantly. “ i’ll get you a shirt. ” he keeps his eyes trained on the floor as he turns around, walking upstairs to his bedroom and grabbing and old dalek shirt from his closet. he rubs the back of his neck as he hands it to nathan, looking a bit apologetic. “ it’s a bit old, but it’s pretty comfortable.”

                    “qu'est-ce que cela signifie?” his voice reverberates through the quiet kitchen, warm — words laced with genuine, clear curiosity. it’s cold, though, and he tries to not let it cling to the knobs of his spine by tucking his hands under the heavy sleeves of his sweater, shoulders hunched in the slightest manner. “not the animal kind, but i wouldn’t object to being kept ‘round by you.” his teeth are dug into his lip, — and despite all the almost drawn blood, he can’t help the fond smile that sits light, but bright atop his lips. “won’t be too hard. ’m not trying to fluster you, but – you’re quite the attention grabber.” he’s moving closer to the male — unhurriedly, like a gust of wind in late summer, desire pushing through his veins like a jarring fire. then, he’s living for that moment — the way ren’s palm presses against the small of his back, the way he’s clinging onto the taller like he’s his crutch — but it’s far too short, the chasteness feeling like a blow to his gut. “i’m — so sorry.” and he wants ren’s warmth all over his skin, wants to lay the days away next to him and he’s aware he might be rushing things, of course he is, but he just — he can’t help it. “thank you — don’t worry about it.” he’s visibly more retracted than when he first approached the man, a pink hue dusting over his cheeks and crawling to the tips of his ears. he takes no time in tugging the wet clothing over his head, the cold air making the hairs at the back of his neck stand up. “it’s cute.” he attempts to make small talk, enjoying the way the fabric falls over his skin, then. “i don’t want to make things weird, ren. i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t come here for this, though. don’t get the wrong idea.”

ROWYSO: Chula Vista - July 18, 2015

Chula Vista ©

DEVON: i think i can handle myself, boo x DEVON: it’s screaming for attention tho DEVON: p sure it’d look better without those tights, babe DEVON: how badly do you want a photo? ;)

GABRIEL: you sure, daddy? x GABRIEL: you don’t pay it any attention :( GABRIEL: you have the chance to see it without them, love GABRIEL: so fucking bad, daddy

x

Calum + prime hair

DEVON: i’d love to hear you say it sometime ;) DEVON: i think you DO know DEVON: don’t think i didn’t notice how much you bend over DEVON: i’m just gonna leave you with your imagination, babe

GABRIEL: would you be able to make it through? ;) GABRIEL: all i know is that you love to stare at my ass GABRIEL: my girls keep me updated GABRIEL: d’ya like what you see, daddy? GABRIEL: you should return the favor, daddy. don’t be mean or i’ll cut off the nudes xx

[takes huge sip of vodka] “yeah luke is ok i guess”

100% done with him (x)

FUCK !!!!! ME !!!! UP !!!!!!!!!!

DEVON: it’s daddy for you x DEVON: can’t really blame me. you look hot in that uniform DEVON: i do, but at least now i know what you REALLY look like DEVON: i think you mean all the time, babe DEVON: like what you see? or do you need more? ;)

GABRIEL: i like that, daddy x GABRIEL: is that so? didn’t know it had that much effect on you GABRIEL: i figured you wanted to know, daddy GABRIEL: it’s not like i try to be subtle either, sooooo GABRIEL: i kinda want to know, too ;)

DEVON: hey ;) DEVON: wasn’t trying to hide, babe DEVON: it’s better, actually DEVON: expect me to start undressing you with my eyes

GABRIEL: i know, baby boy GABRIEL: everyone noticed, including me ;) GABRIEL: glad to know that, love! GABRIEL: don’t you, already? i know you feel me staring too, sometimes.

             the taunting doesn’t surprise him, the insults don’t surprise him, the sting of rejection doesn’t surprise him. but this — this simple gesture — surprised him, and if he hadn’t been drunk he would have been frozen. but he was drunk, and his feet carry him to the blonde almost immediately. his hands wrap around the boy’s waist, pulling him in so that his back was to hunter’s front. feeling the other’s warmth pressing against him causes a low growl to erupt from his throat, one hand pressing against the blonde’s stomach to draw him closer as hunter begins to lose himself in the music. somewhere in his fogged-up brain he knew he would never do any of this while he was sober, but he allowed himself the simple excuse of inebriation. pretty soon he was pressing kisses along the boy’s neck, hot breath fanning against pale skin as his hands slip inside the blonde’s shirt to rub tiny circles on the other’s stomach. “ having fun, hmm? ” he asks. the voice didn’t quite sound like his own, his drunken state causing it to become deeper in the same way it caused his actions to become bolder.

            “hi there —,” he knows he looks good with the stroboscopic lights embroided into his pale skin, and he decides he might as well just take advantage of that, pressing against hunter and swinging his hips left and right, demanding to be felt. his lips move along to the lyrics, the beat buzzing deep under his skin and he feels hot, lolls his head to the side to allow the boy to take on exploring the expanse of skin at the juncture of his neck, his fingers leaving jarring trails on his tummy. “ — i’m having a lot more of fun since you came.” he slurs over the music, shooting the taller a rather coy smirk. “’bout you? you having fun?” he hopes his questions don’t fall on deaf ears, because he has plans for the night, and they surely do involve hunter. “d’ya wanna go somewhere quieter? ‘wanna get to know you better.” he murmurs teasingly — craning his neck to press a kiss to the set of his jaw. “you’re hot as fuck when you’re drunk, hunter.”