dorsey corcoran.

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. 

The change in Reg’s demeanor was obvious, at least to Dorsey. He knew that his confession had rocked the other man’s world and there was something going on in his head that might never be let out loud. Something bad. Part of him wished that he could find a way to use his sexuality to draw the conversation away from this and back towards things that were easier, as if this hadn’t slipped out. But he knew it wasn’t going to work, and then Reg stepped back. When the question came, he stood up taller and nodded his head. “I trust you. I don’t trust anyone like I trust you.” His hands met in front of himself and he fidgeted with his fingernails. “I’m sorry.”

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.”

“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...”

“You can.” Reg said, throwing open his front door and pulling Dorsey inside. Making sure his front door was closed and locked, Reg turned, placing a hand on either side of Dorsey’s face as he looked the man directly in the eyes. “You can. Here, now, you and me. Ain’t nobody else here. Ain’t nothin’ gonna happen.” Releasing the other, he pointed to the wall behind him, where a shotgun rested against the wall by the front door. Next, he lifted his shirt, revealing the gun tucked into his waistband. “There’s five more all over this house. Ain’t nothin’ happenin, ain’t nobody gettin’ in here. So you can tell me.”

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.

Reg: You don't gotta. It's...Different. Interestin. Kinda nice. Dunno what it means though. /It is. I notice what ya do./ I did. All you gotta say is yes or no.

Reg: Yea. I would. So what? I ain't a dickbag. Well, I am but...Whatever. Not like that. Babe? /Shit, you're really tryin' to push my buttons huh?/ You don't feel safe at home.

Reg: Are you sure? I ain't gonna do shit if I don't know if you're okay. /You're gonna kill me/. Yeah. I do. You like it here?

Reg: Hey, you ain't gotta worry about that shit. I ain't mad. Do ya...Should we not? Right now? You good? /That was hot/. Yeah. No lettin'. I want ya to.

Reg: Nah. I'd come to you if you were. /Dorsey, fuck/. You'll get that, and more.

Reg: What?

Reg: Not yet, but you will be. Give it about 10 minutes. Actually, make it 5.

Reg: Come here. Now.

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

Reg: I will. I'll take care of ya. Yeah, that's fine. I ain't got nothin' to do. Yeah. You were wrong.

Dorsey: Maybe it's dumb, but I'd go this far for you. Further. I am, I'm ready for you. This is the hottest thing I've ever done.

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

Reg: Keep talkin' like that and you'll have a lot more than you bargained for. I'll fuck ya til you can't walk straight. Yeah? I've been lookin' at ya a lotta ways, for a long time.

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

Reg: I might think that's hot.

Reg: Good. I wanna fuck ya. Now.

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

Reg: Do you wanna fuck?

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

Reg: I like weird.

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

Reg: I don't...Know what to say. You're real sappy. I don't get it. I probably never will.

Dorsey: I'm glad.

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