#versctle

THE SMALL eighteen year old had walked from his college campus to link’s apartment within an hour , and since then has been resting stomach down on his bed . he’s trying not to get so wrapped up in having a much older boyfriend ( who so happens to be a stripper ) , but sometimes it’s hard because he’s just so young and his brain hasn’t quite fully developed when it comes to being in serious relationships . part of him still feels like this is a childhood game . he drags a hand through his hair , a soft giggle escaping him when elias had asked him to pick him up at four in the morning . he groans a little to himself , a hand dragging through his hair as he flips the nightstand off and takes a small , yet utterly powerful nap . he’s woken to the sound of his alarm sounding off . his eyes flicker around the room , looking at the illuminated 3:01am on his phone . he huffs , pulling up elias chat : ‘ espero que sepas cuanto te amo ’ . once sent , he drags himself out of bed and puts on some clean clothes . within the hour , he’s out of the apartment and at elias’ work . shifting out , he tucks his hands into his pockets and heads inside . he shifts to the side when a few drunks stumble into him , his nose scrunching upwards . “ sorry . ” he mutters to himself , though he hopes the people heard him . he grins when he sees elias on stage . there’s still a few minutes left until he’s off , so he opts to hide out near the bar and chats with a few hanging around - that is until one of them gets a little too handsy . his eyes widen as a frown immediately takes his features . “ hey , ow - stop . ” he whispers softly , his head shaking a bit as he tries to tug himself away from the male who is just rambling on and on about how brooklyn is too cute of a person to be in a place like this . “ stop . let me go ! ” panic only sets in when the male starts attempting to drag him to the door , a soft groan escaping him as he wiggles around . “ stop ! stop ! i said - stop !! ”

   ☘   click  of  door  at  the  end  of  the  hallway  has  him  rising  from  the  couch  the  second  it  rings  into  quiet  apartment  ,  sudden  shift  probably  tell - tale  of  how  impatient  sage  has  been  to  wait  for  final  roommate  to  go  to  bed  for  rest  .  in  all  honesty  he’s  nearly  fallen  asleep  on  recliner  waiting  for  stubborn  other  to  leave  public  area  ,  but  relaxed  demeanour  is  replaced  with  one  that  resembles  excitement  as  adrenaline  runs  through  veins  .  it  seems  like  this  is  how  it  is  most  nights  ,  waiting  for  all  clear  so  that  he  can  move  to  door  that’s  just  off  the  lounge  room  ;  levi’s  door  long  shut  to  pass  off  other  as  an  early  sleeper  to  rest  of  roommates  .  it  seems  childish  ;  two  adults  sneaking  around  instead  of  just  being  honest  with  selves  and  those  around  them  ,  but  at  least  from  sage’s  perspective  ;  it  would  only  bring  more  questions  than  answers  .  levi  is  everything  that  he  ,  (  and  friends  )  ,  usually  ridicule  .  pretentious  ,  narcissistic  ;  it’s  the  reason  that  majority  of  their  time  living  together  has  been  spent  bickering  and  fighting  over  nearly  every  topic  ,  but  somewhere  along  the  way  a  drunken  night  was  spent  together  and  sage  realised  that  maybe  they  weren’t  so  different  underneath  all  the  facade  they  both  have  adorned  ,  and  maybe  tension  has  had  different  undertones  this  whole  time  .  he  doesn’t  even  bother  knocking  as  he  turns  door  knob  slowly  ,  slipping  through  slightest  crack  in  door  and  staring  at  other  on  bed  ,  ❝  he’s  finally  fucked  off  to  bed  .  ❞  .  /  @versctle​  

Carefully stepping inside he removed his coat putting it on the coat rack before walking into the room. “Did you do all of this... For me?” Besides the regular Christmas decoration, there was also a Menorah now and some dreidels. Two traditions mixed into one. He had to blink back a few tears when taking in the sight. “This is amazing...” 

“oh, there you are, detective kim. i’ve been expecting you.” plump lips stretch into a mischievous grin as he gestures for the taller male to sit down. “my, you look so stressed out. now i just feel terrible for calling you at this hour,” he frowns, feigning sympathy. “i hope it’s not this case that’s keeping you awake, mhm? you should take better care of yourself, or just have your girlfriend take better care of you.” sparrow turns around slightly to lay on his side, causing his robe to ‘accidentally’ fall open at the chest. “marie, go pour our lovely guest a drink, will you?” he instructs the maid that guided the detective to the living room. “our finest scotch, please. you know the one.” 

     enter, ‘the asshole’: riley knew he was trouble even before he opened his mouth, but she wasn’t aware that she was going to end up having to step up and verbally confront him like this, in public, “--- look, come back to me once you’ve given a woman eight orgasms in one night, without taking a break and then we’ll talk, okay ??” she responded, a somewhat smug expression painted on her face; she wasn’t done quite yet, “’cause, frankly, sir... you can chat shit all you want, but i could just... fuck your girlfriend right here and then, and it would be the best she ever had... -- no need to have a ‘good dick’ for that, you know ??”

“i know it’s warmer where you are and it’s safer by your side,” the girl mumbled, lifting her head and looking at the other. her eyes were heavy. this wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have because it could mean that things were over between the two, whatever it was that they had. “but right now i can’t be what you want. just give it time,” she added, nodding her head a little as if she had to convince herself that she was saying the right words. “and if you and i can make it through the night...if you and i can keep our alive then we can meet in the middle.”

With her face stuck in the books, Claire found herself in a strange land, the bar table with others. Even with so many people around and the smell of alcohol, if it wasn’t for her boyfriend she wouldn’t be here. He had asked for her to hang around him and his friend more, showing his friends that she’s really his girlfriend. The words and mockery spat out by him to his best friend about her sexuality wasn’t particularly nice. But when the challenge maybe she should test it on Claire, she raised her eyebrow and for once showed her face. “Get me a drink, please. I’m thirsty,” she said, holding her boyfriend’s arm. Only after her boyfriend went to the bar, she turned to the other. “I’m really sorry.... for him. I.. I don’t think he means that.”

they’re in the same scene. but they’re a lot different, and that’s what has him wanting her around more often. breathing deeping, he’s watching the way she dances and falling in love with the art of it. he’s had paintings inspired by the way she dances, but can’t understand how to talk to her. however, it seems that they’re drawn to each other in some way. “how many times are we going to find ourselves in this situation?” he questions, grin on his lips because he’s so close to kissing her again. “we don’t like each other and yet find ourselves in each others arms at two in the morning... is that something you’re happy with? or should we stop hooking up?” that’s not what he wants, but evoking any kind of emotion out of her is entertaining.             @versctle​.