#jack1

JACK TORRENCE (@endlesshvnger​)

11TH OCTOBER, 1997. MORNING

BELCOURT APARTMENTS

Levi or Riley were far from being the good, kind neighbors anyone wished to have, they were often noisy and they did not care about it. With Riley’s full schedule and Levi’s work, sometimes it became hard for them to see each other and even harder for them to enjoy each other’s company.

But, that was not always the case, Riley could be a kind neighbor too, when he wanted to be. So, when he saw Jack struggling to open his own door, - it looked like something was blocking it from the other side - he was quick to stop looking for his own keys in the pocket of his jacket in order to help his neighbor. “Need some help there, man?”

The shop isn’t too far, and the car began to glide across the road. It is either that, or she has just gotten used to the weight of shoving it toward a hopeful direction. Thank god she knows how to set a car in neutral to push it without the brakes kicking in. Some would call her an idiot rich girl to have a car break down on her like this, only to sit and call someone else for help rather than handle it herself. Again, she would be damned to ask for more help from anyone who could tell her father her new location.

Stopping a few miles off, she slides down the side and looks over at the shop. She takes a deep breath and walks toward the shop, her dignity safely hides behind her. “Good morning,” she calls out, hoping it isn’t too early for anyone to be working. Dawn has only just broken over the horizon, and she doesn’t intend to stay often. Her eyes fall on a man coming around the corner. “Good morning, sir. I was wondering if you could help me. My car, it just died. A couple miles back. I got it this far, but I don’t think I could push it anymore without taking a break. Could you take a look at me? A look at it for me. Sorry, hella tired here.”

@jackxbishop

The night went by faster than he had remembered. Nate didn't even remember falling asleep. He did, however, remember caring for a small injured puppy with Jack. The sun had barely risen when he stirred, and the young dog licked at his face as a sign of good morning. Nate smiled, lifting her up. "You hungry, girl?" he asked, as though waiting for it to answer, before heading downstairs to get some food. He fished out a bowl of milk and some of the dogfood they had bought the night before onto a small bowl before Nate sleepily marched on back upstairs to try and catch a few more moments of sleep.

As he entered the room, it was the sight of Jack that made him freeze on the spot. The bigger man lay on the bed, sprawled completely naked, blanket hanging by the edge of the bed. Jack seemed to move, stirring awake, but drifted back into the land of sleep almost instantly. It wasn't just him that seemed to stir, though. In full view, Nate saw the man's cock, hard and towering between the man's legs. Instantly, he felt himself grow harder, and looking around as though to make sure no one else could see, he started to strip off his underwear, giving his own length a couple of strokes.

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Olivia tossed and turned in her bed, sweat beading down her forehead. It was a similar nightmare to the ones that have plagued her since her kidnapping, with evil men with sharp and harmful objects tormenting her and her parents. She awoke with a scream. Thankfully, due to a rather unfortunate mishap when she first arrived, her room was a single and soundproof. The walls remained intact and no one was awakened but her. 

After some deep breaths to try and calm herself down, she got up and went to the window. After the nightmare, she was scared to go back to sleep. She saw the dark sky beginning to lighten and decided she might as well start the day by watching the sun rise over the spectacular scenery. 

It was late, too late to be outside really, but Sarah had been working on some costumes and forgotten about the time, so when she left the theatre it was way past midnight. Her apartment wasn´t too far from the theatre, and yet she felt her stomach twist a little as she walked down the emty streets, the small heels of her shoes clicking on the pavement. It wasn´t until she was called after that she realized someone had been following her. She quickened her steps, but the calling got louder. Just two more blocks and she would be home. Just two more and... "...ahh." soon enough she was grabbed by the arm and pulled into the next best alley, barely managing to scream for help.

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