Freakshow.

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

Slow Burn That’s About to Explode

"If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something we’ll both regret."

"Say that again. Slower."

"You really like testing my patience, don’t you?"

"Back up. Closer. I want to see if you’ll actually do it."

"Do you realize how loud you were moaning my name last night?"

"You should probably stop touching me like that... unless you plan on finishing what you started."

"We’re not doing this here." – "Why not? Scared you’ll like it?"

"I dare you. No, seriously—I dare you."

"One bed. One night. You sure you can behave?"

"You think I won’t?" – "I know you will. That’s the problem."

Enemies to Lovers, but We’re Both Hot and Unhinged

"If I kiss you, it’s not because I like you. It’s because you won’t shut up."

"Do it. Touch me like you hate me."

"You’re infuriating." – "And you’re turned on."

"Careful. You’re starting to sound jealous."

"Admit it. You like it when we fight."

"You want me. You just don’t want to want me."

"If you’re going to stare, you might as well do something about it."

"Say it. Say you want me." – "Why? You’ll just use it against me."

"Keep talking like that and I’ll kiss you right here."

"Don’t tempt me." – "What if I want to?"

Post-Tension Intimacy (A.K.A. We Finally Snapped)

"You're shaking." – "So are you."

"This doesn’t mean anything." – "Then why are you holding me like that?"

"I’ve wanted this since the moment I met you."

"You're not getting any sleep tonight, just so you know."

"You're mine now. Say it."

"God, you feel so good." – "Yeah? Then shut up and keep going."

"You can hate me in the morning. Just… let me have this tonight."

"Is this what you wanted?" – "No. I wanted more."

"Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

"I’m going to ruin you. And you’re going to thank me for it."

Teasing Touch, Dangerous Proximity

"You’re blushing." – "Shut up."

"That shirt’s doing you no favors. Take it off."

"If you wanted me to kiss you, you could’ve just said so."

"I like the way you say my name. Say it again."

"You’re standing really close." – "Yeah? You gonna move?"

"I can feel your heartbeat. Is that for me?"

"Your hands are shaking... here, let me help you."

"Careful. Someone might think you actually want me."

"You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?"

"We’re not supposed to do this." – "Since when has that ever stopped us?"

Voice Low, Words Barely Whispers

"Keep your voice down. Or don’t. Let them hear."

"Every time you talk, all I can think about is your mouth on mine."

"Say the word, and I’ll have you against that wall in five seconds."

"What do you think happens if I kiss you right now?"

"You smell like trouble." – "You taste like it."

"Look me in the eyes when you lie like that."

"One more step and I won’t be able to hold back."

"If you keep teasing me like that, I’m going to ruin you."

"Tell me to stop." – silence – "Didn’t think so."

"We’re alone now. You still pretending this is just tension?"

Hot-Headed, Argument-Laced, About to Snap

"Why do you always have to push my buttons?" – "Because I love watching you lose control."

"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."

"You're not walking away from me. Not this time."

"God, you're impossible." – "You didn’t seem to mind last night."

"Say it louder. Maybe if you scream my name again, I’ll believe you."

"Keep pretending you don’t want me. I’ll keep proving you wrong."

"You're dangerous." – "Only if you ask nicely."

"Is this still an argument or are we just flirting with knives now?"

"Admit it. You love it when I get like this."

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It's only been an hour since he's been drug into this newfound freedom that is the carnival. Jamie no longer, now known across the grounds as Bucket. Though, to be fair, he hadn't been- or felt like- Jamie in some time. Years. Not since floorboards ran red, and maybe even before then.

But now, it feels final. He would never be Jamie, and no one would know him either. No, from the moment he stepped foot in his trailer, he was Bucket through and through. A name used to mock, chastise, belittle now holds power to the still baby-faced and juvenile Bennet. Power he had been aching for for two decades.

He sits across a rickety old table, splintered beneath his palms. If he swipes the wrong way, one would surely penetrate skin. In his hand waves a stick, topped with caramel apple and chocolate chips. He makes a mess of taking a bite, struggling to sink his teeth through the chewy layer and down into the crisp juice of Honeycrisp, but he manages and pulls a chunk free with strings of caramel following after his mouth.

The heel of his hand is used to wipe drips from his chin as he chews so obnoxiously, it should be a sin. His lips are licked clean, and he scrapes another layer of chocolate chips into his mouth, experimenting with new and more practical ways to try and eat this treat.

"So," he finally quips mouth full of yet another chunk of fruit though he pays it no mind, speaking as if it isn't even there. Foul, really. Even with that little smirk quirking to the corners of his mouth and making dimple prominent on his naked face. "What are you in for?" Brow quirks to the other across from him. His experience has been shallow at best, knowing there's some undercurrent he's not privy to but he doesn't quite mind digging. If it means getting to know him A LITTLE DEEPER, he would gladly dig the rest of his life.

Bones is attractive, and this once, Bucket doesn't feel the need to hide it. Not like home, or school, or public. Not like Jamie would have. He willingly accepts and admits it. Bones is very attractive in the brooding and mysterious way that makes him want to pry him open and rip him to shreds, stitch him back together and learn every inch of him inside and out. He's got the most stunning face, even clouded by paint. He's tall, his body is fit, his eyes could kill alone and feel as if they read into the depths of his soul- no matter how often they divert from Bucket's presence. There's something so macabre about him that draws Bucket in, so masculine, so strong.

To be him, or to be inside of him is a coin flip. Suppose he can settle for the latter.

Matthias has an addiction to collecting oddities. As Bones' eyes slide over the newest recruit, he feels it - primal instinct flaring to life beneath his skin, setting off alarm bells within his mind.

Danger. Danger. Danger -

Everything about this guy sets Bones on edge. He's not all that physically imposing - just shy of Bones' height; lanky; with limbs that feel almost too long to be natural - but his presence...Fuck, the moment he sat down, Bones felt it: a predator hidden in plain sight.

Did Matthias know?

Bones would be willing to bet money he did - that fucking slimy rat bastard. He could hear his father's voice now, lecturing him that it's - rude to judge people based on their life experiences! This place is a haven for society's rejects. Everyone deserves a home. If only his intentions were actually so pure.

When it becomes abundantly clear that this guy isn't going to take the hint to leave him the fuck alone, Bones clenches his jaw hard enough to feel his molars grind together. "Being born." He snarks. "The ringleader of this fucked up carnival is my sperm donor."

He shouldn't ask. Doesn't really want to know - or so he tells himself - but curiosity gnaws at him. It whispers, don't you want to know how dangerous this guy really is? You're going to be stuck living next to him for the foreseeable future...Might as well understand his particular brand of fucked up. And Bones concedes, propping an elbow on the table to rest cheek against the heel of his palm as he stares into 'Bucket's' eyes.

"What brings you to this lowly hovel, pretty boy?"