Belch

“I don’t… feel safe at home,” he replied quietly, so quietly that even he could barely hear it, but his lips were so near that Reg had to have heard. There was part of him that wanted to find some relief in someone else finally knowing what he was going through, but he also had no idea what to expect from now on. He didn’t know how Reg would react, and even in the best case scenario… what would his step dad do? Dorsey knew that he wasn’t supposed to tell people that he was being abused at home. “I don’t want to die in that house.” The offer came and he held tighter, then leaned back to look at the other man. “Are you serious? Reg…”

Those words came, and at first Reg couldn’t help but to question if he’d really even heard them. Though, in his heart and in his gut, he knew he had. Ultimately he wasn’t sure why he’d been surprised. Despite what everyone thought, Reginald Huggins wasn’t a stupid man. He knew and understood more than he let on, and this situation was one he’d kept his eye on for more than his fair share of time. So, he wasn’t shocked when the admission came, not at all. Only, he still couldn’t rid himself of the sick feeling in his stomach. Tightening his grip on Dorsey, Reg pressed a soft kiss to the man’s shoulder, his fingertips finding Dorsey’s hairline as he began to run gently over the skin there. The man’s last comment made Reg’s blood run cold- no matter the things he’d said, done, and seen, the thought of losing Dorsey, of something serious happening to him...Reg couldn’t stomach it. “You won’t. I ain’t gonna fuckin’ let ya.” Releasing the other, he took a step back, though he kept his eyes unmoving on Dorsey’s own. “Yeah. I’m serious. I’m damn serious. Do ya trust me?” He asked, his stomach turning as he waited for an answer. 

Dorsey wasn’t exactly surprised when the front door opened and Reg pulled him inside. He’d warned the other man that he was on his way, then that he had arrived, so it was only a matter of time and Reg didn’t really do waiting. Most people might think he didn’t really do soft and sweet either, but here he was cupping Dorsey’s face and doing his very best to make him feel comfortable enough to speak. How much did Reg know? They’d talked before about the yelling and screaming coming from the Corcoran/Macklin residence at all hours of the day and night. As he thought over what he might say, Dorsey chewed on his lips nervously and though he took in everything that Reg showed him and had said nothing solid yet, his eyes betrayed him when they flickered in the direction of his house as if to make sure that he couldn’t be seen before looking back at Reg. There was fear in his eyes and if Reg looked close enough, small defensive wounds on his hands. He new that he was supposed to lie. Everything he knew and felt about Reg made him want to tell the truth. The manic bravery that had taken hold for the last few weeks simmered and he leaned in for a soft hug. “I can’t lie to you…” He didn’t say it, though the bruise under the hem of his shirt might give another clue.

The space between what he’d said and Dorsey’s response felt like a million miles, though Reg wouldn’t ever allow himself to give way to the fact that we was worried. Although most wouldn’t have thought it possible, Reg in fact paid much more attention to everything than he let on, especially when it came to Dorsey Corcoran. The way his eyes darted nervously towards his house, the way his hands looked. And, he’d seen fading bruises on the other before, when they’d been fooling around or fucking, as they’d begun doing recently. Nodding, Reg took Dorsey into his arms, breathing in the other. “Then don’t.” After a few moments that felt like hours, Reg spoke again, this time nearly in a whisper. “So move in here. With me.”

Dorsey: I appreciate you. Yeah... babe. I thought I'd try it. Do you like that too? Or did I push too far? /I was wondering if I was obvious enough to notice./ I uh. I mean, I didn't say that.

Dorsey: You'd really stop for me. I'm on your porch, babe, so you can see for yourself. I'm okay, I promise. /Can't have that, Sir. I need you./ I do. I like being with you. I feel safe with you. And happy.

Dorsey: It's okay. I'm okay. I promise. I'm good. /I can do it again./ You do? I'm glad. You know I want to. I like your house. I like you.

Dorsey: I was afraid you were mad at me, I don't want you to be mad at me. /Yeah, Reg?/ Good. That is the hope. Let me stay the night with you again?

Dorsey: And here I thought I was in trouble. Yes, Sir. I can't wait to have your hands on me.

Dorsey: Oh wow. I'm coming.

Reg: What?

Dorsey: [image received of Dorsey as promised, naked on Reg's doorstep in the dark of the night.]

Dorsey: I want it all, Reg. Do it. Just let me stay with you tomorrow. At least until lunch. Please. For a long time? I didn't think you noticed me.

Reg: You're real fuckin' hot. Look at you, already ready for me. I see that cock.

Dorsey: Then take your time. You think I'm joking.

Dorsey: Please do. I need you, Reg. I can't stop thinking about the way that you look at me.

Reg: I will. No, I don't. I wanna see that. You, naked, needy, on my doorstep. /Fuck/

Dorsey: Please let me in, I'm about to be naked on your porch.

Dorsey: /Yes./ I do.

Reg: I might think that's hot.

Dorsey: I'm glad.

Dorsey: There's only one way to find out, what if I do.

Dorsey: You don't have to say anything. Maybe. It's okay. You don't have to. I'm still here.

Dorsey: Maybe I'm weird.

Dorsey: Maybe you should take it.

Dorsey: For a lot of reasons. Probably at least one new one for every day I've known you. You aren't shit, no. You're way better than shit, Reg. There is a lot to admire about you.

Reg: I like weird.

Reg: Maybe huh? I dunno. You might not want me to have what I wanna take.

Dorsey: Doesn't everyone want to be good?

Dorsey: What else do you want?

Dorsey: I am. I believe it. I just know it. I can't imagine my life without you.

Reg: I wouldn't say everyone. I sure don't care nothin' about it.

Reg: Maybe I want a lot.

Dorsey: Yes. I did.

Dorsey: You've got it, easily.

Dorsey: No, not at all. You couldn't. I get the feeling we're going to know each other for a long time.

Reg: Why?

Reg: Yeah? What else do I have?