Deacon (Ghost)

Jem pulled back and looked at the other. “Do you feel any better after that?”

“Okay well I’m going to hug you now.” He replied before scooting right next to the other and wrapping his arms around the man.

Jem sat down and scooted closer. “Yes it does.” He murmured. “That’s how we start making you feel better is by figuring out what’s wrong.”

“Alright.” Brody nodded and stood up before reaching down to pull the other up. “We’re going to my suite. We’ll figure out what you want and maybe what you need there.”

“Well Gunner gave it to me. So that really means it could be from anyone. Definitely an associate though. Or Alex, but Alex probably wouldn’t send a note. Why are you in a bad mood?”

“Well I have a full bar and a willing body. If rough sex is your way of venting we can do that too.”

“Why must everyone dub me to be someone’s bitch all of a sudden? At least say slave if you won’t use asset.” Milton had a string of unfortunate encounters through the day. Bellamy’s house guest and Deacon’s best friend being among the top of the list. Not that his interaction with Deacon was ranking any positive points either. “I’m not reveling in anything, Deacon. But good to know you blame me for the way things turned out with us.” He would’ve returned the bottle but when Deacon actually spoke of wishing for the release of death it angered Milton a bit. Enough that he had to refrain from throwing the bottle at him for speaking that way. “If I knew you were so eager to die then maybe I should’ve pressed the issue of Bellamy putting a bullet in your head when I had the chance.”

Dante really wasn’t about being a bottom feeding bitch but he’d actually kind of liked the associate and he was willing to do as he asked, even if it did seem like he was talking to a completely different person than the man he met. He continued to bob his head to a rhythm before moaning softly around the cock to get the right vibrations.

“And why would I come to gloat? I’m not out to make your life hell, Deacon. These are just the way things happen.” Milton had given the warning Bellamy was in his life. Deacon’s reaction only pushed things into place faster than he expected. And even still after what happened Milton didn’t want to hurt the man. Even though others might feel differently. He took to the bottle that was sitting on the table and noticed how close to the end it was. From the looks of it this wasn’t Deacon’s first. “So this is what you’re going to do now? See how many bottles on the wall it takes to kill a liver?” Holding the bottle lazily at his side.

“That often seems to be the case.” He looked around the room. “Well, I’m offering a nice bed and someone to either vent to or cuddle or ignore.”

“Probably. But I’ve made worse mistakes. What’s wrong?”

Milton knew he shouldn’t. But for some odd reason he did. Knowing the news would hit the floors soon enough he had to wonder how Deacon would react. Hoping to soften the blow with letting Deacon know about Bellamy he wasn’t sure the claiming would happen this soon. Knowing his Ghost he’d be somewhere drowning his sorrows in a bottle or a sea of naked boys. Surrender sounded like the perfect spot to do both. Took him a moment to catch the face through the flash of neon lights but there he was stuck in one of the booths. He approached and stopped by the greeting he received. Though to be honestly he couldn’t tell if Deacon was too drunken to see him or was speaking exactly how he felt. “Well…can’t say I expected a warmer welcome.”

“Milton,” Ezra repeated.  He didn’t recognize the name, but he could make some educated guesses.  “Ahhh christ.  It’s another love situation then?” he asked, assuming that Deacon had just fallen into what seemed like a trend around the Tower: falling in love, relationships, romance…all that jazz.

“Was he killed?” Ezra asked, perhaps a little harshly.  But Ezra himself was currently about halfway towards blasted, feeling warm in his belly and muted emotionally and therefore uncaring about sounding brash or rude.  He motioned to one of the servers, who returned with another round of whiskey for Deacon and bourbon for Ezra.  “You’re too young to be so bitter, Waller,” Ezra said, even though he was enabling the younger man to drink more.  Ezra’s humor tended to be bleak and sardonic.  “By the time you get to my age you’d be dead yourself.”

Deacon wasn’t a relationship person - he had never dated anyone let alone been in a proper relationship. If he loved at all it was more possessive than anything. Love wasn’t a word in his vocabulary, he didn’t understand the feeling and he pushed all possibility of it away. However one could say he certainly was in love with Milton.

Dante was taking the no response as a good thing and shut his eyes so he could deep throat the cock, something he still wasn’t used to that left him choking slightly. But the hand in his hair was guiding him ever so slightly and he worked efficiently as a slim hand creeped up to massage the man’s balls.

Ezra’s reasons for frequenting Surrender were somewhat different.  He hardly ever did, when Laine was working here.  He would’ve been far too distracted by the boy, far too tempted to break the strictly enforced rules of the strip club.   But now Laine was disappeared; and so Ezra came down here often.  As if Laine would just magically show up again, pretty and sensual and eyes only for Ezra.  It was the pain that Ezra liked; that agonizing reminder that anything he cultivated could be gone in an instant.

“Well what’re you in the mood for?” Ezra asked, and then added,  “And please don’t say something dour like ‘to be left alone’.  You could have done that sitting up in your suite to drown your liver out.”

The others statement made perfect sense - he could have been in his suite drinking his liver into extinction. However here he was sitting in Surrender doing it in public. Perhaps because the place made him feel just a tad better, then again perhaps because he was hoping Milton would show up even though this wasn’t the others hangout. 

“Milton.” he stated simply and honestly. It was the only reason he had for the male, he was in the mood for Milton. Yet that possibility had all but flown the coop this morning. He regretted not having spent more time with the male up until his claiming. Though the outcome still would have been the same regardless. So he would sit here and drink himself silly until something of interest happened or he passed out.

“Alright Captain Mixed-Signals.” The boy unzipped the pants once more and mentally prepared his jaw for what was to come. A quick tongue tracing a trail from balls to tip before he began to lower his mouth down on the cock, figuring the faster the better in current situation. No time for teasing.

“Dee-kohn.” Not the easiest thing to pronounce, but Cesar muddled his way through it. There was something about this guy.. almost something a little off though Cesar certainly couldn’t have said what it was. It was just a vibe at this point. “It is nice to meet you. Bueno– one moment.” He caught the arm of a passing server and ordered himself four double shots of choice tequila. When they arrive, he downed two in a row and then settled back to chat while he enjoyed the burn. “Do you drink like this very often? I do not feel as though I have seen you down here a lot of the time, but maybe I have just missed you.”

There was a lot off about Deacon - though one couldn’t exactly tell by how he had been portraying himself. Seemed the male was quite eager to try and catch up with him having ordered four doubles. “Not to this point very often. I normally have a drink everyday though.” he stated taking another long swig of his whiskey. “I’m in surrender quite often. The staff knows me fairly well. Normally I’m in a back room.”