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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 28, 2011 1:04:07 GMT -5
Douglass looked over to Tony while he tried reassuring him. He turned sideways in his seat and grabbed the other's hand and rested it in his lap, holding it tight with both hands. His eyes moved up the other's hand to his face and bit on his bottom lip. "If you can fix it why do you have to leave?" It was childish to only think about them and the other leaving. "Where would you go? This is the best city you could sell in.." he looked away and downcast to the floor.
He hadn't minded the shortening of his name. Usually he did, but it was from Tony and he didn't mind.. what else was new? He couldn't leave. This couldn't all end up for the worst. Douglass couldn't follow him. He wouldn't follow him. Even though he now was jobless at that strip club and couldn't make this months rent.. he just couldn't follow him. They barely knew one another. That would be jumping the gun far too quickly.
"Try.. try to cover it up as best you can. Go.. go do all that now or whatever. Get it fixed and I'll wait for you somewhere. At my place.. or yours.. where ever is easiest for you. I.. I don't know," he shook his head and leaned against the chair.
"How can I not worry, Tony? I.. you're.. you're already dear to me and it's only been twenty four hours. I can't not worry.." He should have kept his mouth shut. None of this would have happened. Tony should have gone in without a gun and just threatened him with his fists or something. Catch the man off guard. Then he probably would have gotten himself shot. Douglass shook his head and closed his eyes with a bit of defeat, "You can't leave."
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Post by Jayy on Jul 28, 2011 1:15:44 GMT -5
"I know it is, babe, I know," Tony said in a soothing drawl. He didn't know how to make the man feel better when he himself didn't feel better. He shook his head with a sigh. "Well.. f things don't go well, I'll have to flee. I'll go to Vegas or California... for now I'm okay, for ow I can stay here, I guess..." he said, only really trying to make the other feel better. It was hard on him, hard on him seeing Douglass here like this. He just kept quiet for a moment absorbing the situation. He really didn't know what to do now. He could flee and never be caught. Or he could stay and be at risk.
"Let's just stay here for a moment," he said in a soft voice. "Who knows what will happen next. I know it's hard on you, I'm terribly sorry to have to put you through this. And to think, I just wanted a lap dance..." he mumbled mostly to himself. He had gotten himself in a real mess. He feared he would never be able to do all the things him and Doug had talked about. He feared this was it, their last goo bye. The thought saddened him and he looked at Douglass, letting him hold his hand. Wanting to hold his whole body, tightly against him. Wanting the world to dissappear.
"Just... try not to think about it. I know it's hard for you to try and not worry. It's hard on me too. Let's just be us for a few minutes. Lets forget about everything. Let's be right here for eachother, if only just briefly. Maybe this will go unoticed. They'll see he's a total fucking nothing and not care. I just... I don't want to leave you, Douglass. I can't imagine leaving you."
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 28, 2011 1:28:02 GMT -5
He nodded and brought the other's hand up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to the back of his palm. He looked to their hand holding situation and squeezed the other's hand. "Let's just go to my place," he said softly, "They won't know to look there if they do raid. Pack a go bag or something so we can just," he shook his head and let the other's hand go. Douglass then got up and crawled into the back seat, "come back here," he said softly and looked to the other through the rearview mirror. "If we're not leaving just yet.. then just come back here."
Douglass was entirely depressed about the entire situation. But he wanted to be held and he wanted to hold. If they weren't leaving to go anywhere then the back seat would have to do. It felt a little weird but at least they could sit and cuddle while sitting. It would be good enough.
"You'll figure it out.. something.. something will work out and you won't have to leave. It'll.. it'll work somehow. I'm here for you," he looked directly to Tony. "I want us to work, but I want you to be safe and not on the radar more. I'm here for you to keep you safe and hidden at first at least. Just come back here and hold me," he didn't offer a smile or anything, just watched him.
It had to work out somehow. Tony couldn't get death penalty for one defense murder, right? And it could work out. Someone would be able to cover it up, right? He couldn't stop thinking about it, but at least he had stopped talking about it now. Tony knew how everything worked in his life, the people he knew and all of that.. Douglass didn't. Tony would figure something out.
They probably shouldn't be parked there for too long, but a bit of a while would be okay.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 28, 2011 1:39:30 GMT -5
Tony watched as Douglass moved into the back seat and nodded in acknowledgement. He got up to move, just barely squeezing through the two front seats. Getting into the back when you are a big guy was quite difficult. It was hard from him to twist and turn his body, finally settling in and sitting next to Douglass. He just looked at him for a second. This was them, and only them right there. Nobody was going to ruin this for them. They had just each other and their fear to keep themselves company. He settled into the seat, something he hadn’t seen very often. Gradually, he moved his arm up and around Douglass’ shoulder, pulling him tight against him. He gave his cheek a kiss, staring out into the darkness in front of them.
“I will figure out something I promise,” Tony said gently, pressing his lips up to Douglass’ ear as he spoke. “You should try and not think about it. I won’t let you go…” he said gently, still holding Douglass close to him. He wasn’t going to let this boy go. He knew he would have to eventually, but until then, he was confident that he was fine. He would work something out. He had to much at stake.
Just the night before, if something like this would have happened in Marty’s office, Tony wouldn’t have cared. He would’ve gotten his shit and left or accept defeat from the cops. That wasn’t in his line of vision now. He had something that meant a lot to him, right there in his arms. And for all the people he had ever touched, he had never had a more close pr passionate embrace as he did sitting their holding Doug. He knew, he knew because every time they touched sparks flew, that there was something special about this guy. Something that made him want to sing 80’s rock songs badly at Karaoke night or live with, or even just kiss. Just stay up all night exchanging little pecks, and never saying a word. Yes, he certainly had something special and he wasn’t about to let it go. “Would you like me to take you home?” he whispered to him softly.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 28, 2011 9:15:01 GMT -5
Douglass didn't say anything. He'd worry about it whether Tony begged and plead on his knees or not. This was the first guy he had ever had such a connection with. Their.. relationship was still so premature and part of Douglass didn't want to rush it too fast even with the circumstance situation. For instance, they still hadn't had their first kiss and he didn't want to kiss the other now just to comfort him. Douglass did want to comfort Tony- he wanted to make him feel better and know that he can get away with this and still have Douglass somehow. Things in their relationship couldn't all just be thrown away. They were rushing into these mutual feelings fast enough, some things could be waited on. Though, if anything happened to Tony when they were separated and they still hadn't kissed or made sex then Douglass would probably go crazy with guilt. He already had a lot now for Tony. If they hadn't gone out the night before Douglass wouldn't have felt compelled to tell him and he would have gotten over it. Tony wouldn't have to run from the cops and have murder on his hands.
He closed his eyes while he wrapped his arms around Tony tightly. He rest his head on his shoulder by the armpit and chest and brought one hand to rest on his chest. It didn't lay still for too long. He rubbed over his peeks slowly, over his arm muscles. Douglass reduced his movements to just a finger or two tracing in animate objects on Tony's chest.
"Not just yet," he said softly. If they couldn't have a 'this-could-be-our-last-night' kiss and sex, he wanted the embrace to last. "If you.. If you leave after you drop me off.. come back when you can tonight, okay? I don't want to not know what's happening to you." It was understandable that he just wanted to stay with Tony all night now, wasn't it? He would rather stay in the man's apartment so he could come and go without hassle or the curiosity of a new place, but he didn't know how to say it.
"I don't want to leave you tonight. I won't be able to sleep anyhow." He stared at the back of the seat in front of them and pulled his lip between his teeth. "We can go when you're ready. I don't care where you take me."
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Post by Jayy on Jul 28, 2011 18:52:29 GMT -5
Tony let out a long sigh as he felt Douglass tracing small pictures and objects onto his arms and chest. He leant his head back on the seat, staring up at the roof of the car with no movement. He gently squeezed Douglass' arm, trying to figure things out inside of his head. It felt nice that Douglass still wanted to be around him. Although he was a cold blooded killer, he still had someone he could look forward to seeing. He wasn't sure if this was going to turn up well or not. He was of course going to assure Douglass it was, he didn't want him to freak out. If these were his last moments with him then he wanted to soak them up.
He took a moment sitting in their silence after Douglass had talked, chewing down on his lip in thought. Everything was exploding in his head, he didn't even know what to think. He tried to calm his thoughts to give Douglass a well thought out answer... or well enough. "I think I'm going to drop you off and go talk to some people, but I can come back," he said with a smile, kissing the top of the man's head. He gently rubbed his arm up and down Douglass'. "When you are ready, we will go," he said in a gentle voice.
((ewww sorry for the shit reply.))
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 28, 2011 20:45:47 GMT -5
Douglass nodded some in response and just stayed there for a long while before finally shifting, "Okay," he said, "you can drive me home now." He looked to Tony and brought his hands up to his face, holding the older man and staring into his eyes. He didn't say anything, just looked at him before bringing his lips to kiss the man's cheekbone. Douglass proceeded to climb back into the passenger seat and waited for them to be on the road before taking the other's hand. Whatever Tony would be leaving to do he wouldn't have this intimate reassurance by his immediate side- only waiting for him back at Douglass' house.
Once there he hesitated in the car before squeezing his hand and kissed his shoulder even though it was the leather jacket. He fished his keychain out of his ass pocket and unhooked one of the keys. "This is my spare key. I don't think I'll fall asleep but when.. if you come back or want to come back just unlock the door and come in. Good luck with whatever you're going to do, okay? And be safe and careful." He tried to keep a positive expression on his face- no wrinkling his eyebrows together or frowning. It was a plain face though his eyes betrayed his cool.
Douglass got out of the car after a quick moment of just sitting there and went up to his apartment. It was a spacey, but small, studio apartment. The large room that was the studio had small structure walls with a curtain up to hide the bedroom. There was a couch and a small TV in the room. A separate room for the kitchen and the bathroom was extended in his bedroom. He locked the door once behind him then immediately went to shower, his phone on the high ringer and in the bathroom with him. He scrubbed his body until the hot water was almost burning him. Brushed his teeth until the minty taste was overwhelming. He dressed in sweats then sat on the couch and waited. He didn't turn the tv on. He just clutched the phone, stared at the ceiling and waited.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 28, 2011 23:06:02 GMT -5
Tony watched as Douglass went up to his apartment, his head feeling heavy as he shook his head. He took the long road back to his house. Once there, he went up into the pent house, grabbing a beer from the fridge and popping the cap off. He took a big swig, walking to his computer and flipping it on. He threw a bunch of songs onto a CD, took it from the computer and with a black sharpie wrote across it
Dougie's Love Songs xoxo Tony
He put one song on a playlist, turning up the speakers in his house. He hit play, and gently More Then Words by Extreme. As he walked into the bedroom, the song playing loudly, taking another swig of the beer. He grabbed a bag from his closet, through in 3 baggies of cocaine, 4 baggies of meth and a few pill bottles filled with weed. On top of it he put in two pairs of clothes. He then tossed his cell phone onto the bed, leaving the room. Walking down the hall way and into the living room, the song ending.
Then it began again. Then again. The song was on repeat. Tony finished up the beer, grabbed Doug's CD and kept the lights on in the house. He left his apartment, locking the door. He took his key ring and took his apartment key off of it, walking to his car.
Getting in his car, he waited until the crook of the night. Once two AM came around, he drove back to Doug's with his bag of clothes in the backseat. He walked up to the apartment, gently unlocking the door with the key he had recieved. He could hear the steady breathing of the man behind the curtain. He took the key Doug had leant him, placing it on the table, next to it the CD. Then he took his apartment key and a note he had written out.
I couldn't bear to say good bye. I lost your apartment for you. Take mine. It's paid off. I need someone to take care of it. here's your CD. I will never forget you. xoxo Tony
He then quietly locked the door, walking outside of it and shutting it so he couldn't get back in. He was locked outside where only his car key could keep him company. He went back to his car, sticking the key in the ignition, and drove off.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 28, 2011 23:19:31 GMT -5
The morning following the dreadful night Douglass had woken up with a startle. Not because he had a dream, but because he realized he had slept through the entire night. He checked his phone and when he didn't see any missed calls or texts his heart sank down to his butt line a cinderblock sinking in a pool.
He laid back in bed and thought about what that could have meant then immediately went to call Tony's phone. He called twenty times before giving up. His phone would stay on loud for the next few days no matter where he was. When he walked into the livingroom, immediately noticing something that didn't belong and his heart surged. He walked over to it, read the note, held the keys tightly in his hand and reread the paper over and over again.
Douglass was angry. He called Tony's phone, not expecting an answer, and yelled into the voicemail. Telling him he was the stupidest person he had ever fucking met, called him a douchebag, jackass, dumb fucking idiot, liar, asshole. He cut the message short when he got choked up. He was not going to cry over some douchebag he only knew for twenty four hours. Amongst his anger, he was also sad and hurt.
He had to move as soon as he couldn't make his rent and now no longer had a job. Though staying in that apartment was not something he had in mind to do. After begging all his friends and not getting any agreements, he ended up outside of the fancy apartment that would take longer to walk to the university. He stared at the door for about fifteen minutes before finally entering in. Nothing remind him of Tony too much since he hadn't known him too well. Douglass would sleep on the couch as he looked for a new job- finding one and needing a second to bring in a good income and afford another apartment. He couldn't stay there. He just couldn't.
Douglass thought about Tony every day. He worried and wondered about him and proceeded to try and push him out of his mind. He listened to the mix CD on repeat every single day. It was weird for him to be so heartbroken over someone leaving him after just a twenty-four hour friendship/relationship, but he was. And he missed him. He missed him terribly.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 28, 2011 23:34:41 GMT -5
Tony pulled the cigarette from his lips, blowing the smoke out into the muggy New York air. It was his first day back, and what shitty weather. It was almost 30 degrees, he was freezing his dick off. He didn't have anywhere to go but his car. He had half a drunk full of drugs to sell to make way to buy a one bed room. He truely did miss his old place, and wondered if the boy had ended up taking it. His biggest regret was leaving his phone on his bed, but he knew it was for the best. He pulled the cigarette back to his lips, scanning someone as they walked up to him. The woman came up close, as though she were flirting with him. She offered her hand out to Tony, which held a one hundred dollar bill. He then took it from her, sliding a baggie into the palm of her hand, making it look like a simple handshake. She leant in to kiss his cheek, walking away, making him cringe unecessarily.
Ever since the day he had left, there had only been one thing on his mind. Douglass. Tough, he didn't come back to New York to find him. He feared he would never see the man again. He stayed pretty udnercover when he left, staying six months in Florida then another six months in LA. Luckily, he didn't get arrested on that trip. Both times he had stayed with friends. He didn't go on any dates during the time, and especially didn't have any dream romance nights. He spent nights alone or on the street, trying to make a few extra bucks. The side of his car was completely scratched up. Someone had keyed his car in California, and he for once, didn't have the money to get her fixed.
He casually walked away, taking another drag of the cigarette and blowing it out into the night. He wore straight legged black jeans and black chucks. He had on a deep blue shirt with a black pea coat. He wore a black beaie over his head and a plaid black and white scarf around his neck. He leant back against the cool brick of a building in which smelt like food. He could see wealthy mean walk into the place but had yet to see anyone walk out of it. His car was parked around the corner and he was depserate to make sales. He had posted an add on craiglist, detailing to this exact location. He huddled deep into his pea coat, taking another long drag of his cigarette.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 28, 2011 23:51:49 GMT -5
Douglass worked at a very rich gentleman's club in NYC. Upper East Side for the truly rich perverts. Except this time there were naked men and women dancing, cuban cigars, legitimately swanky. Not faux swanky like Marty's had been. And instead of making friends with the poles, he gained bar tending skills and trained the new strippee's. He didn't mind it, really. It was a fun job, he still got to dress up sometimes- it was mainly in leather in a classy way, and it paid well. His boss wasn't a creep and if he was he hid it very, very well.
While he was wiping off the table on the bar someone relieved him for his half hour break. He thanked them and walked out through the back and into the alley way. He saw who he guessed was the man from craig's list and approached him. "Look, man, I've got a complain from my boss that you've gotta loiter somewhere else. He wants an ounce of bump and I'd like a..," he slowed his words when he finally looked from the passerbys deep out of the alley and to the person, "dime size." He had been about to extend his hand with a load of cash in it when he realized who this was.
Douglass stopped everything. If he could have stopped his heart he would have and just died there. "You're okay," he said quietly and took a few steps away from him, pocketing the money. He was wearing navy blue sailor pant-fabric capri's, suspenders, a sailor hat and a tank top. His shoes were like nurse shoes, but blue and white. He was dressed, though in a costume, but he was dressed. His hand reached up and he slapped the other square across the cheek," Fuck you," he then grumbled pretty lowly, "You could have.. You should have woken me up at least to say goodbye! But no! A fucking key, CD and a dinky fucking note! Maybe I'm crazy but I thought an actual goodbye would have been what you would have wanted to give to me." He frowned.
"You have to get the fuck out of this alley way," he then barked. He was serious now. Earlier he had been setting the man up in case any bugs were around and he was sketchy- the owner didn't mind dealers hanging in the alley ways. Douglass wanted this man out of the alley way for his own reasons. He dug out his wallet, opened it and threw the key at the other man's chest, "Take your stupid apartment."
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Post by Jayy on Jul 29, 2011 0:07:58 GMT -5
TOny stared blankly at the man for a moment, recognition not hitting him. With the sound of his voice, somehthing clicked. He dropped his cigarette onto the aspalt, his lips parting slightly, shaking his ehad just ever the littlest bit. This was him. Holy shit, this was really him. This was the guy who he hadn't been abe to get his mind off of. The guy he spent his time thinking about, the guy he wrote about in his 10 cent journal. This was the one that meant everything, gave himself a reason not to turn himself in. He was speechless and staring, his hands moving into the pockets of his peacoat. He played gently with the bag in his pocket, watching the man frantically talk.
He flinched as he was hit, bringing a hurt hand to his face, his eyes wavering. Yeah, he deserved it, but being slapped stung so much mroe when it was from someone you care about deeply. Soemone he was sure he cared about. The words sank in deeper then the slap. A simple Fuck you was the msot powerful word selection in the world if used at the right time. This was the right time. It felt like he was being crushed, the alley becoming smaller.
"I wanted to say goodbye Douglass.." he said softly, finally trying to regain his thought trail back. "I wanted to crawl in bed with you and stay forever, but I knew I needed to leave, and I couldn't face rejection knowing you wouldn't want to go... I figured it was best that way. I didn't want to hurt you, I never meant too. I wanted you to be safe, that's why I gave you my apartment. I'm sorry," he said, kicking softly at the rocks on the ground. "I wanted my name to clear and I knew it wouldn't happen if I stayed in New York. You really want me to leave?"
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 29, 2011 0:19:47 GMT -5
He scowled at the other and crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. Day dreaming about their reunion and it actually happening were two different things. Reality was much more unpredictable and after all this time it was so much harder than it would have been after a couple of months. Douglass looked away and stared to the asphalt and thought about it. "You can stay out here," he said, "I still want the ounce and dime." Douglass reached into his pocket and fisted the money to his palm.
"It would have hurt less if I knew you cared to say goodbye properly," he stated, "could have called from pay phones.' He furrowed his brows and shook his head, "What does it matter now," he stated it more than asked. He didn't want to hear any words. He held his hand out full with a few hundred. Coke was pretty expensive-especially for an ounce of it. Douglass was getting a dime for someone else, not himself, but he figured he didn't need to let the other in on that.
In all reality, DOuglass wanted to leave work and attack this man's lips, claw at his clothes and all, but a lot of him just didn't know if that chemistry could still be there past the sex. That pizzeria night would have to be relived or something- if anything. Part of him would be okay with never seeing Tony again, but more of him wanted to anchor him back into his life.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 29, 2011 0:27:29 GMT -5
Tony nodded. Although it was no invitation, the fact that he wasn't being kicked out, and he was making a deal felt nice. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the already bagged cocaine, handing it too Douglass, taking the money from him and looking through it. He pulled out one of the hundreds, handing the rest back to Douglass. "You're a friend, I cut you deals," he said in a caring voice, shoving the hundred into his pocket. Inreality, he would have given it to Douglass for free. But he didn't have much to his name at the moment, and he still needed dinner.
"I didn't want you to worry," TOny said looking down at the asphalt again. "Really... I just wasn't thinking. I should have said good bye, but face it Douglass, should've would've could've. It's a figure of speech. I can't take it back now, though I wish I did," he said slowly looking back up to Douglass. His eyes wavered for a moment as he stared into his eyes, couldn't help but falling deep into the gorgeous orbs.
He wanted everything to do with this boy right now. Sex, making out, making love, sex, rock n roll... there were so many things he could think to do. But no, Tony had failed that. He would never get that from this man, although there was something he did want from him. One last grease date. He didn't know how to phrase it, so instead he asked "Did you listen to the CD, even out of your hatred?"
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 29, 2011 0:37:45 GMT -5
He took the hundred out of his pocket and shook his head, "I've got two steady jobs," he said and shoved it into the other's pocket. "Besides, it's not mine," he shrugged a bit and stared up to the other. "Well, I worried," he stated quietly and simply. He didn't want to drone on about this- Tony was right, it was all in the past and all that was left was lost time and should have, could have, and didn't. Douglass wouldn't take drugs for free knowingly from a dealer. He didn't fuck with people after the situation with Marty. He didn't fuck with them on the sense of drugs and deals. His boss wasn't interested in him and that was good enough- he had no problem making deal errands for him. As long as he wouldn't be considered the boss man's dick toy, it was fine.
"I listen to it everyday," he said honestly and continued to look into the other's eyes.
"As I remember you owe me quite a lot," he pointed out, "pizza dates, music swaps, wing nights." He gave a careful smile, "If you want me still, you have to swoon me like you did that night," he smiled briefly. "Clubbing and a Bayside concert. You're in luck, too, because there's one in two weeks that I'm going to with a couple friends."
"So, when are you going to ask me out?" He easily moved on from dwelling on the past. Perhaps he'll still think about it in his head, but making this man feel like constant shit was not on his to-do list. He had always envisioned their reunion filled with jumping into arms, fierce kisses, and passionate sex with full body moans. Being reswooned could, hopefully, lead back up to that. It had been quite a while.
"You're a bit older now, though, so you might want to stay away from grease and Wendy's Baconators," he teased lightly. He was happy to have this man back.
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