#kitlcuis

There’s something very wrong. Wyatt can sense it just in the way that Kit has been texting him, and he finds it disturbing that perhaps he was too wrapped up in his own dramas and feelings to have noticed it before now. With two bottles of wine under his arm, he lets himself into Kit’s apartment without knocking. He’ll know who it is. The temperature drops slightly, and he notices that, the cold seeping into him near immediately. He should’ve paid his heating this month. He forgot, but he’ll take care of it soon enough. “Kit?” His voice is low and rough, a result of being on the phone all day with various clients and the like. Wandering into the kitchen, Wyatt sets the bottles of wine down on the counter top, and then lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Everything feels very strange to him right now, for some reason. “I’m going to take care of the heat.” He raises his voice, calling into the depths of the apartment, and hoping Kit will emerge. // @kitlcuis

adri: if i tell u some stupid thing do u promise not to judge me

“when we die kit and i will ascend into the spiritual realm and continue to be married there, so i’d say at least a few hundred billion years, give or take.” ( @kitlcuis )

     the stuffed animal julian won for having had impeccable aim with a water gun is at least twice as big as his tiny boyfriend, and although he’d at first given into kit’s insistence upon carrying it, that hadn’t lasted more than five or six minutes before he was hoisting it up onto his own shoulders. if he didn’t think it would crush kit he might have ditched it, but he’s decently sure it would, and anyway, the enormous stuffed dragon might look pretty sick in their otherwise-empty apartment. a mattress, a cactus, and an overstuffed toy. he grins suddenly--it is rather fitting. “hey, know what i wanna check out?” one arm wound securely around the dragon’s left leg, julian detaches his other one to point out the haunted house a few hundred yards away, the line much shorter than it had been during the day and without a swarm of children scurrying around underfoot. “i hear they really go all out at night. remember when i got us into that one for free last year by convincing them i was one of the actors? bet i can make it two for two.”

     he’s been regretting this since the moment he’d brought it up, and some part of him hates that he’s willing to do it, but the reality of the situation has become impossible to ignore: if they don’t make a few hundred bucks fast, julian knows he’s not going to be able to pay their next month’s rent. and with no car to fall back on now, his top priority is keeping kit under a roof at night. he barely tastes the cigarette between his lips, attention zeroed in on the deal happening around the corner in the alley next to one of baltimore’s less reputable clubs. julian’s hidden just out of sight, unwilling to let kit do this on his own with a client whose temperament had been edging on volatile last time julian had spoken to him. that’s the idea, though--kit has a way with people, and julian’s desperately hoping his charming little boyfriend will be able to talk this guy into taking a price far steeper than average for some coke which is not much better than anything he could get elsewhere. “i don’t care who he sends,” he can hear the man saying in a low, gruff voice that is nevertheless a note or two softer than the one he’d used on julian. “you can tell that skinny piece of shit i’m not paying five hundred bucks for a qo unless it’s got diamonds in it. you out of your fucking mind? three hundred or you both can fuck off.”

     it seems impossible to believe that his supply is dwindled down to almost nothing considering the amount of product julian had just last week picked up from his supplier. the marijuana might have been one thing--he and kit don’t exactly use it sparingly and he’s been known to roll more than one blunt for guests without asking for compensation--but it’s the single eight-ball of coke and maybe two hundred bucks worth of heroin left in his bag that, frankly, scares the living shit out of him. he’d been meant to sell it--all of it--to start making up for the money julian had spent on kit’s engagement ring. thinking back on it now, he can recall only a few instances the past week that he’d sold anything more than a couple grams at a time, which of course had felt like a lot when he’s running around the city for hours, but they don’t add up the way they need to. not when he has bills to pay and a tiny, fragile fiancé to feed. of course, they would have added up in the long run had three-quarters of it not gone into their bodies instead of his customers’ hands. some part of him is still trying to convince himself he misplaced something, that somewhere in the apartment is the rest of his supply and he’d merely forgotten where he put it. and that’s not the only problem: that dark, insatiable need for a fix is gnawing at julian’s brain through the fog of panic. “did you see me put my stash somewhere other than my bag?” he asks kit without looking at him, shaky hands fumbling with a pile of clothing as though he may accidentally have put the drugs in with the laundry. “this is a fucking joke, i picked up a kilo last friday. it can’t be gone.”

[ text: kitten ]: Baby I’m gonna be home a little later than I thought, is everything good with you?[ text: kitten ]: No later than one, I promise. I’ll pick up a pizza[ text: kitten ]: I love you. Let me know if you want anything else while I’m out

     “if jax had known what the fuck he was talking about then yeah, i would’ve gotten his point. how much more there for kit do i need to be exactly? he’s not a fucking ten-year-old whose hand i need to hold crossing the street, i really don’t understand where this bullshit is coming from. he’s got a roof over his head, he’s got enough money to buy food when he’s hungry, and as of just recently he’s also got a big shiny purple diamond on his ring finger that matches his hair. i have a job that requires me to be out most of the day and he understands that. thankfully he’s the only one who needs to understand it and anyone else with concerns can really and truly from the bottom of my heart eat my ass.” ( ( @jaxbyers, @kitlcuis )