“It didn’t hurt, it was…beautiful. It was lovely and it was special, I’ve never had anything like that before.”
Harry’s been waxing poetic about this for weeks and now he’s stuttering like a fool, while Alfred quivers like a leaf.
COMPOSURE - (It’s because you’re crying hard now too. He’s very beautiful and very sad. You didn’t have much of a chance here. The odds were never in your favor against such forces.)
EMPATHY - (You saw his carnival of a museum exhibit. There’s a lot of baggage in this boy’s head. He’s sorry he touched you like that. For him it’s more than thinking it’s an inappropriate gesture between friends.)
[Like *that?* Well I’m not upset about the hot sexy grinding, it was *hot.*]
HALF LIGHT - (It was smothering, like smoke. Like being trapped in a burning building. Or like being a mouse under the paw of a cat. In a burning building. The burning is important, it fills your lungs with the scent of your own flesh and hair. Teasing death.)
COMPOSURE - (Everytime you smoke, you think of this young man. You think of the Lieutenant and of other smokers on balconies, and from their perches they laugh down at you for being foolish. You don’t mind.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (You look but the predator hides. For now it lurks somewhere deeper than the surface softness of his face. What would it take? To lure it back out.)
[I’m a little bothered by it. I *was* a little bothered with it. I’m fine now. It was hot.]
PAIN THRESHOLD - (You like the burn. You put a cigarette out on your thigh last night. It was good. You waited for the Lieutenant to smoke his one-a-day. You thought about him, his hands and the way he cradles it in his fingers.)
ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (A gross breach of professional boundaries. The lieutenant would not approve.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (It was really sexy. I was there. I saw it. Felt it. It was fucking great, man. You’re a dirty old fuck and you know what you like.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (It was lonely afterwards. Alone in bed, wincing and biting your pillow until sleep came.)
EMPATHY - (He’s afraid. Be upfront with him.)
DRAMA - (No! Lie!) Harry grimaces.
“…I’m kind of messed up but I got here like this. I’m just me. But I like how I feel when I'm with you.”
His face is very red. The tears and the shame make his head feel swollen and stupid.
“I like it a lot. It’s frightening for me, but that’s just me. It’s a me thing. I was talking to a guy who used to know me and he told me some things. I’m just like this but I don’t want to be weird about it anymore. And I don’t want it to hurt you.”
cw: more of the usual, masochism
Harry’s been waxing poetic about this for weeks and now he’s stuttering like a fool, while Alfred quivers like a leaf.
COMPOSURE - (It’s because you’re crying hard now too. He’s very beautiful and very sad. You didn’t have much of a chance here. The odds were never in your favor against such forces.)
EMPATHY - (You saw his carnival of a museum exhibit. There’s a lot of baggage in this boy’s head. He’s sorry he touched you like that. For him it’s more than thinking it’s an inappropriate gesture between friends.)
[Like *that?* Well I’m not upset about the hot sexy grinding, it was *hot.*]
HALF LIGHT - (It was smothering, like smoke. Like being trapped in a burning building. Or like being a mouse under the paw of a cat. In a burning building. The burning is important, it fills your lungs with the scent of your own flesh and hair. Teasing death.)
COMPOSURE - (Everytime you smoke, you think of this young man. You think of the Lieutenant and of other smokers on balconies, and from their perches they laugh down at you for being foolish. You don’t mind.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (You look but the predator hides. For now it lurks somewhere deeper than the surface softness of his face. What would it take? To lure it back out.)
[I’m a little bothered by it. I *was* a little bothered with it. I’m fine now. It was hot.]
PAIN THRESHOLD - (You like the burn. You put a cigarette out on your thigh last night. It was good. You waited for the Lieutenant to smoke his one-a-day. You thought about him, his hands and the way he cradles it in his fingers.)
ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (A gross breach of professional boundaries. The lieutenant would not approve.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (It was really sexy. I was there. I saw it. Felt it. It was fucking great, man. You’re a dirty old fuck and you know what you like.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (It was lonely afterwards. Alone in bed, wincing and biting your pillow until sleep came.)
EMPATHY - (He’s afraid. Be upfront with him.)
DRAMA - (No! Lie!)
Harry grimaces.
“…I’m kind of messed up but I got here like this. I’m just me. But I like how I feel when I'm with you.”
His face is very red. The tears and the shame make his head feel swollen and stupid.
“I like it a lot. It’s frightening for me, but that’s just me. It’s a me thing. I was talking to a guy who used to know me and he told me some things. I’m just like this but I don’t want to be weird about it anymore. And I don’t want it to hurt you.”