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Dubcon meme

This meme is one big bastion of potential triggers, and this is your warning.Whether it gets awkward and painful or if it goes perfectly smooth, generally speaking the basic fundamentals of sex are the same: there are two (or more) attracted parties who both decide to act on that attraction. If there's not attraction involved, there's

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J.D. Rivers ~ OC [hitman] ~ Open

[killsonthe_sly]

[lormenari]

[Sam glares at him for a long moment.] Go to hell. [He slams the bathroom door behind him and returns to the bed, pulling out his wallet and counting the bills inside. He doesn't have a lot, definitely not enough to buy a new stash anytime soon. He could make some quick cash if he went downstairs to join the party again, though.]

[killsonthe_sly]

[he didn't follow, but his movements make him suspicious as he walks back in, shirtless, but slipping his belt through his jeans] Oh, great - so, what? Gonn go get some more? You know, kid - you can go to Hell. You don't care about what you're doin' to yourself? Not my problem.

[lormenari]

If it's not your problem then why are you fucking trying to stop me? [He turns angrily, shoving his wallet back into his pocket and then picking up a pillow and throwing it at him. He's way too wasted to aim right, though.] You ruined my entire stash!

[killsonthe_sly]

[Jase only has to lean away for it to fall flat, glaring across] Only do it the once.. rest is your choice. [he moved past him to get his shirt] Go on, get some more an' kill your nose up.

[lormenari]

It makes me feel good and happy and it's better than what you're making me feel like right now. Asshole. [He flops down on the bed, exhaling wearily as a wave of dizziness overtakes him. He breathes in deeply as his vision stops swimming, then rolls onto his back, glaring at the ceiling.] Just get on your high horse and get the fuck out.

hehe.. Jase is very tough-love :3

[killsonthe_sly]

Fine by me, brat. [a short laugh] But don' be expecting payment for that fuck-all blowjob. Not a dime o' mine's going on your drugs. [he gathers his things up slow, methodical.. and slams the door behind him]

sam needs it tbh~

[lormenari]

[Sam feels a pang in his chest at the sound of the door slamming, and he slowly sits up, suddenly feeling very alone and kind of nauseous from all the alcohol and coke. His eyes feel hot as he gets up, trying to straighten the room up a little, picking up the pillow and throwing away the empty bottles. He hadn't actually wanted Jase to leave. He was just angry and really, really high, except he feels like the high is going to wear off soon and the crash will begin. His head hurts a little, and he goes out to the balcony again for some fresh air. He can see the cars parked below as he grips the railing and leans over, picking out Jase's car among the rest.

He'd driven Jase away, just like he always does to everyone in his life, and now he feels like shit. He wipes his eyes and hoists himself over the railing, sitting down precariously. He'll be able to watch Jase leave from up here, even if he feels like he may lose his balance if he doesn't stay focused. He's not sure he cares.]

oh, i'm not sorry - jus' informing >3

[killsonthe_sly]

[Jase slipped the jacket he had in hand over his bare chest, not really caring for any chill. It wasn't like these jokers were ever gonna see him again.. and the women. Well, who didn't appreciate a little lingering glance or two.

The soft, almost butter-like quality over his bare skin felt good and he reached into his jeans for his keys as he stepped out, nodding at the guy who passed him.

They knew each other, and he was here for a hit. So Jase would have had to make himself scarce anyway.. but if he hadn't? Sam gave plenty of incentive. Kid was a mess.

Not his problem, he thought, opening the backseat and dumping his bag in, and the other, smaller carry-on. Heavy with cash.

He glanced up as he shut it, leaning to the driver's side. Seeing him there... and he paused, eyes sharp, stern as they met his. He wouldn't look away first -]

Not my problem. [he repeated slowly.. as if Sam could hear]

[lormenari]

[Sam watches Jase pass another guy, seeing their brief little exchange. His brain is too muddled to really think about it - he could be a friend, but more than likely he was someone relating to Jase's job.

Then Jase looks up at him, and their eyes meet. Sam swallows, his eyes wet, and tears slip down his cheeks when he blinks. He knows how to lip read. Not my problem. It hurts, but it's true. Jase doesn't have to care, he's not his boyfriend or his family - not that his family cares either, and Sam's never had a boyfriend, so he doesn't know how that would go either

[killsonthe_sly]

[life was tough. It could suck, it could redeem itself.. maybe even be good sometimes. He smiled a little at the wave and thought of Sophia. Two unconnected parts of his life, but she always did have a way of creeping up on him when he least expected.

She would do that - make sure to get the last word in, the last wave. Welcoming him home, wishing him well when he left.

But this goodbye.. it was nothing but a passing. So why did he feel like he had to do something. Like she would say to his don't cry about it Her response would always be so, make it right.

But this wasn't for him to do. It was Sam, his choices. He glanced back a moment, having looked away as he became lost in his thoughts, lips turning up just slightly in acknowledgement. He nodded, got into the car and drove. Not a look back.

But half an hour later, Sam would get a text:

not my problem 'cause it's yours. look me up when you get back sometime. bring coke, i deck you through my door - jase]

[lormenari]

[Sam starts to cry when Jase drives away, and he gets off the railing and lands inside, on the floor, where he stays while he covers his eyes and sobs. His head hurts, and he's crashing hard from his high, and he knows when this is over, he'll still have to deal with the world's worst hangover later. And Jase is gone, and somehow that makes everything feel worse.

He's half asleep, still on the balcony floor, when his phone buzzes, and he reaches out groggily and finds a text from Jase. He takes a moment to struggle to sit up, leaning his back against the wall as he reads it. He takes a deep breath when he realizes it's not over, and it isn't a goodbye. It takes him almost twenty minutes to bring himself to send a text back.]

i need help getting off cocaine

[killsonthe_sly]

[Jase had reached his own hit across town by the time the text reached him - so his own reply is delayed.

One hour later, he's stretching out his good arm, the other bound shoulder to elbow in bandages - fuckin' tip-offs!

He barely glances down, sees what he could well have guessed coming and smiled, tapping back a quick, short reply as he sat on the edge of the bed -

so what the hell you still doin' there?]

:D

[lormenari]

ooc: shall we move this to a new post?

>3

[killsonthe_sly]

[ooc: read my mind! /goes]

[a_littlemonster]

Hello there darling. ;)