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Quentin's fingers close around him and Stephen lets out a gust of relief, sigh pooling rough and voiced around the fingers that find their way into his mouth. Hunger has his tongue rise to meet them, lapping at fingertips, laving over warm skin as his hips rock shallow into Quentin's hold. Friction, closeness and the salt of those fingers working him full in that snug grip.
Attention elsewhere, it takes him a little too long to notice the prickling of a rivulet of pitch creeping down his arm. Longer still to realise it means his window of opportunity has closed and he lets go of Quentin's hand, closing both of his own over the countertop in front of him just to keep himself from turning around, reaching back.
This isn't going to be easy.
Slipped between minds to spare himself the need to free up his mouth, which if Quentin's hand doesn't fall away will busy itself kissing closed around his fingers, lewd with sense memory and safe company's lifted inhibitions and the urgent desire to make this worth Quentin's while.
Attention elsewhere, it takes him a little too long to notice the prickling of a rivulet of pitch creeping down his arm. Longer still to realise it means his window of opportunity has closed and he lets go of Quentin's hand, closing both of his own over the countertop in front of him just to keep himself from turning around, reaching back.
This isn't going to be easy.
Slipped between minds to spare himself the need to free up his mouth, which if Quentin's hand doesn't fall away will busy itself kissing closed around his fingers, lewd with sense memory and safe company's lifted inhibitions and the urgent desire to make this worth Quentin's while.
Keep forgetting you're getting the 30 Days of Night experience in there. Yeah, we've got regular daylight hours. But if you're asking about me personally, I could probably be getting more.
Look, I know you don't like the woods, but you should come stay with us till this crap blows over. Just in case they decide to roll the cages or whatever out again.
Look, I know you don't like the woods, but you should come stay with us till this crap blows over. Just in case they decide to roll the cages or whatever out again.
[ ""issues"" ]
Not anymore. Now it's—
[ a break in thought, descriptions that don't fit. ]
I can feel things that aren't me.
And some of them are Danny.
Not anymore. Now it's—
[ a break in thought, descriptions that don't fit. ]
I can feel things that aren't me.
And some of them are Danny.
[ He tries to beat news of the chaos to Murphy the next morning--tough to do when there's no sunshine alerting him to time to wake up, when his body is too hurt and too heavy to rouse on its own. It's already midafternoon when he sounds off: ]
hey
I'm gonna stay out of the apothecary for a day or two, it got hit last night
hey
I'm gonna stay out of the apothecary for a day or two, it got hit last night
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