bleeder.

⥂ ░░░       “    𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗨𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚  a perfectly good towel. maybe you should try getting some that aren't white.     ”    last part said with the smile of a man that only half means what he says; white and sterile is wyatt's brand, and if the rest of the new apartment is going to have donomie written all over it, well ... towels seem like a more than fair trade-off. even if between both him and wyatt, they're all stained with patches of pink, each like a different piece of heavily botched tie dye of their own personal design.

     still, he's at least taking one of the towels to dry his hands before using it to wrap and tuck his hair, keeping it out of his eyes, the rest of him going completely ignored for now, to be dealt with later, after he takes an actual shower.      “    first off, come here and sit so i can actually see. second … well, what excuses do you usually give him for why you come in looking like shit some days ? you can blame it on me, if you want. maybe he'd believe it.    ”  

"I don't - Domi," There's amusement in his eyes as he finds a seat on the closed toilet lid, all of his naked height folding neatly and thighs spreading comfortably and unabashedly wide. "He's not going to believe you hit me like this." Especially if Domi continued to prance around visibly uninjured. Most of the ER pretended not to notice when Wyatt and Domi showed up (together or separated) with matching bruises, but everyone knew their relationship was sexually aggressive. Wyatt showing up injured and Domi later showing up not, well, it would be the cause of at least one new false rumor that he didn't feel like dealing with.

He really should consider transferring, maybe leaving Pittsburgh entirely. Everyone thought they knew him, and some were beginning to get too close and… Wyatt really didn't like the thought of being seen, even the thought of Donomie knowing him was too much on bad days — a vulnerability that he was still coming to terms with, no matter how good it felt on most days to have him near.

⥂ ░░░  𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧  that wyatt's back is to him, best that he doesn't see the flash of understanding in his eyes, the unusual seriousness that clouds his expression. clearly, it's an uncomfortable topic. clearly, wyatt doesn't want to talk about it, and donomie sees no reason to; it's something he's intimately familiar with, the way catharsis wipes away what would normally be excruciating pain, the way the pain itself is its own soothing balm. it's exactly what keeps him lucid and sane ( relatively speaking ) after nights of violence and being temporarily banned from bars, nights that ended with him sitting in the emergency room in the company of medical personnel that knew him far too well by now, sometimes until wyatt himself shows up to work to clock in the next morning, already surly and irritable from donomie's carelessness. and maybe the fact that he both went to bed and woke up to an empty bed, not that he would ever admit to such.

     that's a thought that wipes the stiff expression from his face immediately, in favor of a small, amused smile that he uses to press a soft, quick kiss against wyatt's back. calloused fingers return to the elder man's hips for balance when he lifts up onto his tip toes for a better look, following the trail of blood to its source with a quiet hum.      “    mhm, i'll patch it up for you.    ”    he slips out of place, edging around wyatt for the door.      “    sit, and i'll get the kit.    ”     

@bloombled

"…Abbot's going to be pissed." The thought comes delayed, his attention turning to the direction Donomie had just escape to, eyes dark and searching and completely unbothered. "Going to be hard to explain this one away…" Wyatt rinses himself one final time with the cold water and turns off the shower. Grabs and dries himself off with a towel, mindless of the fresh blood that ends up on it, and then he just - stands there. Tall and naked and bruised in the white bathroom. White towel turning pink as he holds it to his still bleeding head wound, expression uncharacteristically open and truly calm.

⥂ ░░░  𝗔𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞  the soft growl that rumbles in his throat, but it's there anyway, unbidden and unwelcome, a wholehearted betrayal of his own biology at the mere thought of jordi taking back what was, in all fairness, his. his own heart thuds heavily in his chest, right up against his pocket of shame, involuntary thoughts of random passersby acknowledging him as jordi's, even with no other formal marker of him being so, with no idea of who they even are, what they do, what they don't do swarming his mind ⸺ and wouldn't you know it, my traitorous instinct doesn't hate it. it's usually quiet in times like this, when just the thought of being claimed ( or worse, owned ) by an alpha makes me want to puke or tear something apart with my teeth. but it's different with jordi, always different with jordi. it's gonna get me in trouble, if it doesn't pipe the fuck down.

     silence again now, while aiden's fingers clench and release around the steering wheel, willing the disgusting creature in him back into its cage, where it's safe, where it can't expose or embarrass him further. safer still, to change the subject now, before things get worse, get messy in a way he can't ignore and that definitely has no place in some random person's car on the rainy chicago streets. he inclines his head, nodding out the window as brightly lit signs and massive windows of various businesses pass them by.      “    you want food or not ? because i'm about to start heading back to the motel.    ”   

@bloombled

The inhale he takes through his open and smug mouth does nothing to tame him. Aiden's little growl playing on repeat in his head with every breath he takes, and that with his tense posture, the clear way he's still fighting himself despite walking around like he's Jordi's… Jordi is going to say something stupid, he's going to do something stupid too, and somehow for the fucking life of him, he can't find it to be a bad thing for once - he just needs to get them both out of the car at at a destination first.