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Jack didnât need to say what he was thinking because Rhys had been there about a thousand times before. With Joe. With Felix. With everyone whoâs ever came and left from his life. It wasnât the first time someone looked at him like that and for so long, and it surely wouldnât be the last. He couldnât help but steal glances at Jack, too. They were at a point now where too much time had passed and there wasnât enough between them to work through the awkwardness. All he could do was pretend like he didnât notice, or care, and carry on until it was time to say goodbye. Perhaps for the last time, perhaps notâtime would tell. He cleared his throat and nodded. They didnât have to toast to shit, just drink the liquor and let it numb them.Â
One shot down, Rhys flagged down a waiter and ordered some more. Heâd need to get pretty fucked up if he was going to work through this shit. âChanging subject. Since you wont tell me about you. Iâll talk about me.â Beer sipped, he smiled. âApparently, being old and a drunk and an addict makes it so you canât participate in MMA anymore. Who knew? So I gave that up. Now I teach it full time. And when Iâm not doing that, Iâm playing foster dad to homeless animals. So my house is literally a zoo. And when Iâm not chasing pretty boys in London pubs, Iâm taking pictures of cities and landscapes for a magazine my cousin is starting. Nothing spectacular or amazing, but, my life isnât the complete train wreck you remember it to be. I think I have you to thank for a lot of that. In a way.âÂ
The shots were placed at the table and not a moment too soon. Rhys drank three of them back to back and motioned for the staff to keep them coming. If his memory served him correctly, Jack could hold his own. That was half of what they did together. âSo, whatâs new with you? Feel like sharing anything? Or are you gonnaâ be a lump on the log the whole time? Am I getting you at a bad time? Should I maybe have skipped London? Regret answering my text?âÂ
He felt terrible and knew that things were not going well. He didnât realize how awkward everything would be between them not that so much time had passed. He just wanted it to be like it used to be, but it would never be like it used to be. Too much had happened since then and he knew it was his fault and that not wanting to talk about it now was also his fault, but he hadnât been prepared for all of this. Of course the questions all made sense. It was logical that Rhys would ask, but just coming out with things and talking about feelings or even things that gave him feelings had never been one of his strong suits. He hoped the shot and several more would help. Jack was embarrassed, but he took his shot after Rhys and was glad to see that the other now seemed to be on the same page as him about the level of alcohol needed to continue this conversation.
His comment stung, but Jack couldnât blame him and the Brit knew better than to expect different from his former lover. He listened intently, glad to hear that it seemed like Rhys had gotten himself together despite his setbacks. However, at the part referencing him, he didnât really know how to feel. He wasnât sure if it was a compliment or an insult and what he was supposed to say in response. Of course as soon as he was going to open his mouth to speak there were shots before them and Jack was happy to have them to occupy his mouth rather than trying to come up with words right away. He took two, one after the other, and was appreciative that there was more coming.
However, he wasnât sure that any amount of alcohol could have prepared him for the cheap shots Rhys was now slinging at him. Without thinking he reached out grabbed Rhysâs hand and said, âNo! âm sorry⌠Iâs jusâ a lot⌠Dis is all a lotâŚâ he admitted releasing his grip not wanting to overstay his welcome with the touch. âWhen fings didnât work out⌠It was bad.â That was quite the understatement. Heâd fallen into a severe depression and really only having his flatmate move in saved him. Without him he didnât know where he would have ended up. More than likely on the street and God only knew what would have happened after that. âMikey really âelped me out,â he explained. ââelped pay da rent on da new place, âelped me⌠âeâs a good friend.â Jack said simply not wanting to go into all the horrific details. He figured Rhys would get the picture and if not, perhaps drunk Jack would be more willing to open up about the dark period heâd gone into. âI was tryinâ to get out wif da girlsâŚbutâŚno girlsâŚso I stayed in. Den Billy died anâ shit was mess for a while⌠I got moved up⌠Fings âave setâled down again. So I guess iâs a lot of da same fa me,â he conceded feeling guilty that that really was the case. âIâm glad ya doinâ well dough, the animal bit sounds nuts, but I can see it,â he said finally smiling genuinely once more as he imagined Rhys training to wrangle in all sorts of creatures.
rhys-cassidyâ:
So far, Rhys was pretty glad he didnât puss out on texting Jack, too. He was just shocked everything worked out the way that it did. And Jack seemed the same mix of nervous and excited which only eased his own uncertainties. âSo your reasons for coming back home didnât pan out, huh? That really fuckinâ sucks, man. I know what thatâs like though. Seems like my whole young-adult life was spent doing things for absolutely no reason in the endâit was exhausting.â Rhys took another drink of his beer to wash down the next question he wanted to ask; why didnât Jack come back? But he decided he didnât want to know the answer. Even more, he didnât want to ruin the good vibes.Â
The last few years had Rhys ebbing in and out of death and destruction. Since his divorce, he was a wreck. Drugs, liquor, sex with anyone who showed up on his doorstep. It was a dangerous life. But not long after Jack left, Rhys was forced into a rehab center where he learned new ways of getting by without resorting to dangerous behaviors. So by the time beer number two was finished, he eyed the full shot on the table and decided that after that was done, he would switch to water. At least for a little bit. Besides, it was a kind gesture for Jack to buy them and wait this long to down it.Â
âWhat are we cheersâing to? Reunited in the United Kingdom? Friends in low places? Sittinâ at a bar on the inside, waitinâ for our ride on the outside?â He was kidding, of course, playing with lines from songs he liked. But no matter what they toasted to, Rhys was just glad he wasnât alone.Â
How did he even begin to explain to Rhys everything that happened since heâd left? Did he even want to was really the better question. Couldnât they just get wasted and fuck like they used to and pretend like there wasnât this weird distance between them now all because heâd been stupid enough to believe he could do something to help his sisters? He didnât want to talk to Rhys about it. He didnât want to talk to anyone about it. He supposed if there was anyone he would want to discuss it with, it would be Rhys, but he didnât want this to turn into a letâs all pity Jack moment. He wanted this to be about them. Or maybe he just wanted everything to somehow go back in time to before heâd left. Was there a them? Did he want to be with Rhys? He wasnât really sure of anything anymore other than knowing that he was now completely separated from anyone he used to call family and he was glad to see the man now sitting in front of him. âYeahâŚâ Was all he could say as he stared into his glass and absentmindedly swirled the liquid inside. This was the first time in a while heâd talked to anyone about his sisters and before heâd cut off the conversation before he had to give any reasoning for what had happened.
Finally he was drawn away from his thoughts by Rhysâs voice and he tried to shovel the brain weasels down and focus on the other. He put on a forced smile and laughed at the joke even though he didnât get the reference. âUh⌠âm jusâ âappy ta see ya mate,â he admitted with a nervous chuckle eyes finally moving to take the other in. Jack had missed that face so very much. So much so that seeing Rhys now actually pained him. It was almost easier thinking heâd never see his lover again. What happened after this? He had to be reminded all over again what a mistake heâd made and Rhys would go off to do whatever it was Rhys was doing now. Maybe it would have been better if Rhys hadnât texted him. He never would have known and they could have gone on with their lives.
He found himself studying the face he knew so well, picking up new lines etched on the surface, and recognizing familiar ones. Those piercing eyes and how they used to look at him. His plump lips and what they tasted liked. Eventually he realized he was staring and shook himself out of it, leaning back awkwardly and sighing before taking up the shot glass. âFriends!â He announced lifting it up and then suddenly feeling like perhaps that wasnât the right word to describe them his face fell. âOâ⌠uh⌠I donâ know, can we just take it?â He asked dejectedly looking at Rhys with pleading eyes.
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âDamn, just that growl could get me goingâ Gerald mused chuckling lightly as the other teased him with his Hand pulling away after giving him a good squeeze. Gerald raised a curious brow at the answer, so rather then a red room this man had a dungeon and by the sounds of it made him curious âI would like to see this pleasure room of yoursâ.
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âGood,â he chuckled glad to see that the other still seemed eager to explore with him now that they were away from prying eyes. It wasnât often he got to be the dominant vampire, especially with someone who was so much older and therefore more powerful. He also wasnât expecting to get into anything that crazy and going into the playroom wasnât something he would have put on the table at all, but he certainly wasnât going to argue with it. âOh yeah?â he asked looking over at Gerald with curiosity. âWhat are you into?âÂ
Originally posted by rxwr425
rhys-cassidyâ:
Honestly, Rhys wasnât half as nervous as he thought he would be. He had the typical butterflies and was a little shaky, but Rhys was better now than he had been in a long time. Jack calmed some of those nerves. But he couldnât produce answers fast enough and was grateful for the new drink given to him. By way of reply, Rhys grunted and motioned for them both to find a seat. If he had to stand any longer, his legs might wobble out from underneath him as he crumbled under intense pressure. Or at least thatâs how it felt.Â
âLondonâŚLondon was on the way to Ireland, Paris, maybe Italy? I havenât exactly set up a map or itinerary, but, I got on a plane and it brought me here. After I found a place to stay for the night, I debated on messaging you. I was gonnaâ leave you alone, you know, not bother you⌠but⌠You know me, Jack. I live to annoy.â Rhys flashed him a shit-eating grin and washed it all down with half his beer. It wasnât the whole truth, but it was enough and all Jack needed to know. âHowâs, uhâyour sister, right? Howâs things?âÂ
Jack followed Rhysâ lead, something he was quite accustomed to doing at this point, even if it had been some time. He didnât even wait until his body was fully seated before he took to the beer in his slightly quivering hands. He should have smoked a spliff on the way over to calm himself. At this point he was sure he was playing catch up with Rhys. The beers in each of their hands werenât going to last either of them very long and he regretted not getting a pitcher for them to share. By the time he placed the glass down on the table it was already a quarter gone. He would have taken the shot as well if he didnât think it would be rude to do so without Rhys since that had been his intention.
As Rhys spoke he couldnât help but question the otherâs motive. It didnât sound like he was in London for any particular reason at all, but then again maybe he just simply didnât want to share his plans with Jack. After all, he didnât exactly have the privilege to that information anymore. He was sure that if Rhys had actually been watching his face as he talked heâd notice the mixture of confusion and disappointment that was reflected upon hearing he nearly didnât message him. He was glad that his former lover had of course, but he couldnât exactly blame him for not immediately doing so. He had been the one whoâd left and Jack had always known that Rhys would never really want him back. That didnât mean it still didnât hurt to hear that heâd almost been passed over. âUh⌠well⌠âm glad ya did mate,â he said trying to hide his facial expression by putting on a smile at the joke and lifting his glass up for a moment to the other before placing it to his lips once more.
His heart caught in his throat at the mention of his sisters and what was going to be a single gulp of beer turned into several much larger ones. He finished with a rather audible gasp and set his mug back on the table a bit louder than he intended. âDidnât work out. Iâm on me own again.â He hadnât meant for the last bit to sound the way it did, but it was out his mouth before heâd really had a chance to think about it. Quickly trying to recover he added, âI mean⌠I got a roommate. Flat not too far from âere, runs fings with me, ya know.â He shrugged and took back to the glass nearly finishing it off. This was not at all how he wanted this conversation to go, but everything was bound to come up at some point during the night. The entire reason Jack had left New York was to try and help his half-sisters finally get out of the house, but when they realized how theyâd be living with him theyâd decided to make other plans. He wasnât even sure where either of them were at the moment. It had been some time since heâd spoke to them, he just hoped they hadnât gone back to his step father. He had a feeling John had influenced their decision to leave, but there wasnât anything he could do about that. His brother could hate him for his sexuality all he wanted, it wasnât going to change his past or how he felt about the way the girls had been treated. He just wanted them out of the house. If that meant they despised him now for whatever John had told them and they went to stay with him, then so be it. At least they were safe now.
RPers, please reblog this if youâre ok with para responses that donât include dialogue.
       Often it seems like an expectation that dialogue will be exchanged in every para response, but sometimes characters are nonverbal, or donât have anything to say, or are in a situation that would make talking impractical. If the writer puts enough attention into describing their actions, though, thereâs still plenty to respond to even without dialogue.        Non-dialogue responses are not âgoing nowhere.â Non-dialogue responses are not âfiller.â Non-dialogue responses are not non-responses.

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Hey all!
I know my responses have been kind of wonky the past month or so, I do apologize. Iâm also just making sure that Iâm not missing anything and everyone knows whose turn it is and what not.
To my knowledge, I believe the only person I owe is @the-hunter-of-teufort-rp with Conor and Johanna.
@askbigbrolucifer I responded to Fane and Gerald @otherhalfmuses I responded to Jack and Dmitri @rhys-cassidy I just responded to Jack and Rhys
Those are the only threads I have that I know of, so if I am missing someone or missed a reply, please let me know. Also if anyone wants to do anything with my babies hit me up!
rhys-cassidyâ:
Rhys replied with a universally hated âKâ, but realizing his blunder, followed up with a few emojis of a smiley face, a beer mug and a party horn. They may have been trivial tools of the cyber world, but they were helpful in situations that made him feel anxious. Like now. Like being in London. For no reason other than to see Jack.Â
He found the bar with little trouble, parked his ass in a booth and blended in with the crowd. One shot, two shots, threeâhe switched to beer and checked around to see if he could spot a familiar face. And there he was. Rhys wasnât nervous until Jack shared the same air. And when the moment was right, he talked himself out of his panic and finally made his way over. âBeen a long ass time,â he said, smile stretching from ear to ear. âHow yaâ been, Jack?âÂ
His mind had been reeling through various emotions ever since heâd gotten the first text from Rhys, but as he watched his old lover approach it was as if all time had frozen. He suddenly felt like he had been inserted into one of those moments in a movie where they gave the actor tunnel vision and turned up the depth of field on the camera. Everything else melted around him and all he could see was Rhys. Of course the air had also been sucked out of his lungs and every step was now like trying to walk when he was on acid. He was no longer sure that the floor existed, but he somehow forced his legs to trudge through an invisible marsh.Â
Then after what felt like an eternity they were close enough to touch one another and Jack still wasnât sure how to react. Was he supposed to hug Rhys? Kiss him? Give him one of those weird bro hand gestures? All too soon he was being spoken to and he had to bring himself to a level of consciousness that would allow him to respond. Mindlessly he passed over the beer he had purchased for the other male and stumbled over his words. âUh... yeah it âas,â he said finally nodding, a goofy smile making its way across his face. ââow... âow are you? Whaâ brings ya ta London?â The Brit asked perking up and attempting to come up with some kind of small talk that would break the tension and stop him from breaking down and crawling into those strong, inviting arms. Â
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âOh I like that growl..do it againâ Gerald practically purred biting his lower lip lightly bouncing a bit in his seat as he dragged his hand along the other mans arm humming lightly. Gerald looking from the others face to his leg when it was squeezed which had him grinning part of him wanting the touch to climb higher but at the same time he knew the other had to drive so he couldnât wait to arrive at the others home âoh so do you have a red room of sorts then?â.
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At the prompting Fane fixed him with an intense stare, growling deeply and raking his hand up Geraldâs leg stopping just before he got to the interesting bits. He squeezed hard before putting his hand back on the wheel and turning his eyes to the road once more. The question made him laugh and he took a second to decide how to answer. âUh... yeah I guess you could say that. I might have built a dungeon in my house or something...â It had taken a few years, but being a vampire certainly had itâs advantages in the finance department. For once in his life he wasnât scrapping to get by. He had his own house, one that he had renovated to his liking, a car that he actually owned, no more payments, and he could generally do what he wanted. There were downsides of course. He did miss the sun and the outdoors, but he had always been more of night owl anyway. Â
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Dmitri bit his lip as he bottomed out into Jack, leaning down and kissing him again. Of course he had no idea what was going on inside of Jackâs head. He himself was trying not to think about how the other male was grabbing at him and hopefully not feeling the scars that covered his back. That was a conversation he was never ready to have⌠he didnât like talking about where they came from. Or what happened to the man that gave them to him. This wasnât the time to think about that.
He took a moment to let Jack adjust to his size before he started moving. He pumped his hips slowly, steadily at first. He tilted his head back, holding onto his hip a little tighter as he picked up the pace. âFuck you feel so goodâŚâ He murmured, leaning down and pressing his lips to Jackâs neck, nipping and sucking at his skin.
He accepted the kiss eagerly, whimpering lightly into Dmitriâs lips, eyes fluttering shut. Jack clenched onto his hand, pushing his tongue into the otherâs mouth to distract himself as his body adjusted. He was disappointed when their kiss was broken, but by that point he didnât need the help, Dmitri was pumping into him and waves of sensation began to wash over him.Â
âFuck,â he groaned in return, hands moving to hook onto his friends shoulders, legs wrapping around his back to pull him even closure. The kisses felt amazing and he wanted more, teeth, nails, anything he could have. He turned his neck to the side to expose more skin for Dmitri to play with and tightened his legs causing his cock to collide with the otherâs stomach and he moaned out in pleasure, nails digging into his skin. Â
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Dmitri kissed him back as he spread him open with his fingers, adding a second one after a moment and scissoring them. He kissed his lips softly, moving his mouth up and down his jaw before he felt Jack was properly stretched. He bit his lip as he pulled his fingers out, squirting some more lube into his hand and spreading it all over his cock. âItâs okay⌠I got youâŚâ He murmured, placing one hand on Jackâs hip to keep him steady, positioning himself at his entrance. âJust tell me if you need me to stopâŚâ He told him, biting his lip as he slowly started pushing in. âFuckâŚâ He swore quietly, tilting his head back. Jack was so warm and tight around him. He eased his way into him, moaning softly.
As Dmitri continued to open him up he proceeded to whine and moan, and grab at the other male, stealing kisses where he could, and trying not to let his mind wander. The gentleness he was being shown almost made it more difficult for him not to think of the bad times. Heâd never been shown this kind of consideration. The stark contrast was slightly upsetting. Not receiving it, but realizing heâd never been shown it by another male. He was used to things being rough and messy, the tenderness almost hurt him.Â
He was surprised that Dmitri didnât put a condom on, but he wasnât going to complain. He was clean. At least he was the last time he checked. He was pretty sure he was clean. Heâd never forgive himself if he gave Dmitri something because he was such a slut. At his words Jack shied away again, not really sure how to respond. âJusâ fuck me,â he said breathlessly into the sheets, the desperation clear in his voice. Jack hoped that once things actually get started he wouldnât feel so out of place. When it came down it Jack just simply didnât feel he deserved to be treated like this. Not when it came to men fucking him at least, but really the feelings extended to most things. He was used to being treated like shit. He didnât know anything else and it made him uncomfortable in a way.Â
ââll be fine,â he reassured Dmitri grabbing onto the hand on his hip as he pushed inside. His head jerked back against the pillow, a small whimper leaving him and he arched into his movements, biting his lip and trying not to move too much as Dmitri filled him. âFuck,â he gasped tightening his grip, eyes shooting open glazed over to look at his friend. It was only now that he realized how close they were, facing each other. He was used to taking people from behind and being treated the same way. This was so much more... intimate and he wasnât quite sure how to feel about it.Â
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