Carter Hall

Wyatt: I'm telling him you said that.

Wyatt: https://i.imgur.com/xWtLA0v.jpg

Wyatt: That is Scamp. You should remember him.

Wyatt: Do you want to come talk about that? Two heads can be better than one sometimes.

Carter: You'll do no such thing.

Carter: I barely remember breakfast.

Wyatt: Yadriel's a good man. He cares about you all.

Wyatt: You don't have to ask to come over. Other than Scamp, you are the only other living thing that can come and go here as you please.

Wyatt: How else can you still your mind and ease panic? Is there anything I can do to help you? [Deleted: I hate seeing you like this and not being able to do anything.]

Carter: Eh, he's alright. lol

Carter: Good to know. Also who or what is a Scamp?

Wyatt: You missed work? That's not like you.

Wyatt: Everything alright?

Carter: I mean yeah, it's my first missed shift ever. My boss showed up in my bedroom. So that's a thing.

Carter: Yeah, I mean, I guess?

Wyatt: Seems you've been having yourself some fun lately.

Wyatt: It's been a little lonely.

Carter: Hey.

Carter: Yeah, I have, drank a bit too much last night. Missed work. Yadriel was all...concerned Dad about it.

Yadriel opened the shutters to let fresh air in, then pulled the curtains down to block out some of the sun. He wasn’t a completely cruel man, after all. Carter was finally stirring, offering up lame excuses about getting crazy and fucking up. This wasn’t like Carter at all. “Since when do you fuck around getting drunk like this?” he asked. “Hold that thought.” Yadriel walked out of the bedroom, going to the kitchen and fetching a bottle of water before walking back in and setting it on the night stand next to Carter. He then found a chair in the corner of the room and sat down on it, resting a shin over his knee and folding his hands a little.

“I came here to check up on you because you missed work, and that worried me. That’s not like you. I know you don’t normally drink like this, but I’ve been seeing a change in you, and now all of this just kind of confirms it. Something’s going on, and I wanna know what it is. This is affecting you, and I’m invested in you, Carter. Yes, I care about the Pearl, but my priority is you guys. It’s not like this place ain’t rich enough already. So tell me what’s going on and please do us both a favor and spare me bullshit. You and I both know I can smell it a mile away.”

Carter listened. He hated it and his hangover made his anger more than it probably would have normally been, but he checked himself. He wasn’t going to snap at his damn boss, he wasn’t a child. He pulled on his Marine training, shutting his emotions down. He heard the other disappear but didn’t come out of his sheets, his head wrapped in the sheet now as it throbbed. He heard the glass set on the nightstand and finally emerged from the covers. Sighing he took the glass and took a sip, immediately realizing how much dry mouth he had right now. He glanced through his squint over at Yadriel. 

Jon had decided that he was going out tonight - he was going to go to the club, get shit faced and he was going to find some toy to take home for the evening. His hair was still as shit as ever, that raven look he had was gone and left with brown and blond highlights, so he certainly didn’t look like Jon. But, he was going to try to make the most of this until he could safely dye his hair again. He’d been in the club for an hour or two now, a few drinks in his system to loosen him up as he made his way out to the dance floor. Jon however, kept his clothes on. He liked giving people a little mystery about him, and at least liked to leave what he looked like to their imagination. 

He was ordering himself another drink when he had clocked a familiar figure… in his underwear dancing and having the time of his life it seemed. Jon was trying to keep the smile on his face to a minimum when he clocked it was Carter, but when the other man walked up to him and asked his question, Jon shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, “I think I like watchin’ you, more.” and offered the other a little grin on his face. 

Carter raised a brow at Jon, shaking his head, “Nope.” He said with a smirk as he moved in closer now. Sliding up in front of Jon, he wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him in against his body. Pressing his form up against Jon as he looked into his eyes, “You got plenty of eye candy around here, have to say I’m a bit disappointed...” He trailed off, seemingly forgetting his thought in his crossfaded state. He was pressed against Jon on the dance floor now, moving slowly against him in time with the music. 

“You joined me on the dance floor, you have to dance with me, those are the rules I just made up.” He smirked, moving the hand not around Jon’s waist up to tug on his shirt. Wrapping fingers in the front of it, “Come on. You owe me cause I haven’t been rented and I want a dance. Plus you’re not in your underwear which is frankly, fucking rude.” Carter said making a face of fake disgust. 

Dexter couldn’t believe that he really managed to get this man in bed - well, the money probably helped, but, the fact he stayed and even was giving Dexter a chance to remember the night they had was just unbelievable. Dexter couldn’t say he’d the same if he were in Carter’s shoes, but, that probably made him a better person than him too. Dexter let out a soft breath of air as he felt the man’s cock rubbing against him, and Dexter certainly couldn’t wait to feel more of it. As the man’s thumb rubbed over the tip of his tip, Dexter let out a shaky little breath of air and soft moan followed soon after. 

Dexter let out a soft sigh through his nostrils as their lips met again, he could definitely get lost in Carter’s mouth, the man was so soft but so firm about the way he did it and it was driving Dex absolutely insane. Dexter was a sucker for having a pretty man’s hands all over him, his skin felt electrified, and he felt alive, really. It was amazing to him that for the first time, in ever, he was able to enjoy a morning in with a man. He’d been deprived of that, and told himself it wasn’t worth it for so long that he didn’t even give it a chance. And now? Dexter couldn’t see himself not having this again. If not with Carter, with someone else. Pale hands traveled along the man’s chest and torso, mapping the man out as their tongues collided and Dexter just seemed to be absolutely lost in the moment with him, gaining a whine when the man pulled back just a bit and whispered what he did. Dexter smiled sweetly and then pointed his long index finger towards the side table. “There’s lube and condoms in there.” he whispered just as soft.

Carter just let Dexter explore, he wasn’t going to stop any time soon. He brushed fingers over his sides, gripping Dexter by the hips. He yanked the tall man in closer, turning his head to kiss him once more. The feeling of the clash of lips and feeling of hands spurning Carter on, his cock hard as a rock as he pushed against the feeling of Dexter’s ass against it. He smiled when the other advised him where condoms and lube were, he half crawled over him. Grabbing the drawer and tossing it open. 

Dexter laid naked beneath the duvet, his cock hardening as the two of them pressed close together; a soft moan passed his lips and against Carter’s mouth as the man’s hands moved along his back and down to his ass. This was certainly one of the best wake up calls he’d had in a long time. Unable to keep his hands to himself, Dexter’s own hands roamed along the man’s back, down his sides and to his backside where he gave the man’s ass a firm and quick squeeze. Those lips were intoxicating, and they were certainly taking Dexter under and making him weak for this guy that was over him. Hooking his leg over the man’s hip, Dexter sighed contently as he felt the man’s fingers slipping between his cheeks and teasing him. “To be fair, I’m either or.” Dexter whispered back before moaning softly as the man sucked on his neck. “But for you? I’d much rather bottom.” Dexter said as he rolled his hips up against Carter’s.

The hips rolling up against him, the feel of Dexter underneath him, Carter let out a soft moan against his neck. Lips finding purchase, he sucked lightly on the skin, nipping at it as his fingers wrapped tightly around Dexter’s cock. He began to stroke it, his half leg pushed up by the knee, he ground his crotch down into Dexter’s body, the way his leg was hooked Carter’s cock rubbed against the outside of his ass as he rubbed his thumb over the tip. 

Carter had already gone through his two free ones so he needed to land some more, he’d get there eventually, he was fairly good at getting men to buy him drinks. Right now though, out on the dance floor, he had caught someone’s eye and while he didn’t recognize them, at least out the gate in his faded brain, he moved up next to them and smirked, “You want to dance cutie? Or you just enjoy the view?” He asked with a flash of his bright grin.

Yadriel thanked Gray for letting him into the bungalow. He was lucky enough to have caught him before he scampered off to wherever he was going. He could certainly see Cade having fun with a guy that was as laid back as that, but he didn’t let his thoughts linger there for long. He was at the Hall residence on a mission.

He gave two knocks on Carter’s door before pushing it open and frowning at the sight of the man still in bed and the stench of alcohol strong in the air. “Oh that hangover is NOT gonna be nice for you,” he muttered. “And for the first time in… ever, you missed work, so I wanna know what the hell’s going on,” he said, walking over to the window, opening the blinds, and opening it to let some fresh ocean breeze in.

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When the blinds opened, Carter’s eyes finally popped open, shielding himself with his hand as he squinted. He recognized the voice, it wasn’t Gray. Gray would have been a lot less gentle getting him up, hangover was an understatement. His mind was still swimming, headache in full force, the light immediately hurt his eyes as the window opened. What time was it? He had no idea where his phone was, he had gone out last night. He knew that much, gotten pretty fucked up too. He had been a lot lately, his attempt to drink less for Gray had gone, well okay at first, but struggling with the idea of a budding relationship and his own personal demons, well it ended with him drinking fairly heavily. Crossfaded last night and a few nights this week. 

Wyatt: Not being dramatic, this is just a conversation for in-person not in text. And I'm not giving you any room to start living in your head with worst-case scenarios because I chose not to say anything and to just come home.

Wyatt: Now hush and get in the tub and stop it. I'm allowed to do things that put your mind to rest instead of causing you undue stress.

Carter: D-R-A-M-A QUEEN

Carter: You being all, this needs to be in person, that is causing more stress then just waiting, nerd.