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[m_pinocchio]

It's not like it happens that often. Since seeing the movie, it's been even rarer. But lately it's been better, and now when it rears its head he feels comfortable, finally, going with it. Letting it run wild a little

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[little_moons]

No path out this way, only a slightly beaten down track through the underbrush, Dale's hut standing along just at the base of the mountain. I don't come out here much, but it's a nice day, not too hot, and honestly, it's easier to go see Joe when I know Logan isn't right next door.

Stopping to light a cigarette, knowing I've got a while to go but not in much hurry, I tip my head up toward the sky and just listen. Jungle sounds that seemed loud and ominous those first few months, that now just seem like home. Lips twitching faintly into a smile, I step forward again, toward the path that'll take me to the Tree, and while Joe'll always be a part of my life, it's a part that feels more and more distant every day. Now I'm headed where I belong.

[m_pinocchio]

It's always a decision made in a fraction of a fraction of a second, and deep under a rational surface. He doesn't even think about it; he just moves, rushing easily forward, behind Neil and to the side. Another second and he's got Neil's arm twisted up behind his back, pushing him off the track and towards a convenient tree. His veins are pumping adrenaline and something else, something a little darker, a little more hungry.

It's just a game. But God, he's missed it.

[little_moons]

There's a moment, adrenaline exploding wildly in my chest, feet stumbling one over the other and a startled, pained snarl catching in my throat, where I think -- God, why don't I carry that stupid fucking knife? Dean's gonna fuckin' kill me. I'm twisting, trying to get a look at the guy without much success, stomping my heel down hard on one of the fucker's shoes and jabbing an elbow back and into his ribs before it even dawns on me. Something in the way her moves, sounds, feels, a tiny glimpse out of the corner of my eye, and I'm letting out another disbelieving snarl.

"What the fuck are you doin'? Ow, Jesus."

[m_pinocchio]

"Shhh," he whispers, and the heel and the elbow hurt, but not enough to make him stop, and the hurt isn't even that unpleasant what with the place his head has gone to. he keep his hold firmly on Neil's arm, pressing him up against the tree trunk, his other hand reaching around to Neil's face, fingertips against his lips.

He's hard. That's not very surprising. He's been hard for a while.

"Be good." He grins against Neil's ear. "Be good for me."