30. now that it's raining more than ever, know that we'll still have each other

Jun 29, 2011 20:33


HURT & COMFORT RP [EXPANDED]
Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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warning: possible triggers, rated: nc17, rated: pg, rated: r, rated: pg13

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7 ~ (make up via Blitz verse) littlspecificty July 2 2011, 20:55:36 UTC
He couldn't remember the fight or even what it had been about. Arthur just knew he had been the one to fuck up royally after the fact.

Storming out afterward and ending up fucking a guy they both knew - and Arthur not able to hide his guilt - had all led to this. To him being alone and getting ready to get back on the damn bus that brought him here and head to another city.

Because he couldn't stay here as long as Eames was here. He couldn't keep asking his friends to let him sleep on their couch. Friends that knew both him and Eames, that kept asking him if he was "okay", and saying that he'd be able to "get through this". He couldn't stand it any more. It had become unbearable.

He'd leave and find another job, another apartment and just... try to move on. And try to forget Eames and everything they had been through since meeting in that bar fight so long ago.

So, since he had all of this sorted out and resolved in his head, he didn't know why he wasn't already on the fucking bus. Instead he was sitting on this stupid ass ( ... )

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THEY JUST AREN'T VERY GOOD AT IT. YET. littlspecificty July 3 2011, 07:26:30 UTC
Arthur didn't stop the moan coming out of him at Eames' lips going to his neck, sucking so hard it went straight to his groin and he couldn't deny what he wanted. What he needed from his lover now.

Trembling, hands still clinging to the other, "Eames. We need... we need to head back home." Turning his face to where his mouth was pressed to the other young man's ear, nearly sounding breathless, "I need you to fuck me. Please."

And they couldn't, wouldn't do it here. No, this was for them, and only them. Not for an audience.

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