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( even if danny didn't know better, didn't know quentin better than he knows better, that'd still sound like rotten bullshit. there is no okay for danny, here or before or now or ever. there's just danny. but the baby is nice, familiar. cozy. )
It's cute when you lie to me. ( dreamily, ) You're cute. You know I can always tell, right? It's why you were the easiest to shake down in the Fog. You can't lie worth a fuckin' shit, Q.
I've wanted you for so goddamn long.
It's cute when you lie to me. ( dreamily, ) You're cute. You know I can always tell, right? It's why you were the easiest to shake down in the Fog. You can't lie worth a fuckin' shit, Q.
I've wanted you for so goddamn long.
Edited 2024-05-20 03:16 (UTC)
[ Jin Guanyao has acclimated him to certain things. Tea in this style is one thing: floral in his nose, grassy on his tongue, a drink that tastes tougher than it smells, something he never tasted before--that only reminds him of one person. Another thing Jin Guangyao has taught him: this little, coy play and how to receive it graciously. Quentin doesn't fluster like he has inthe past, though he blushes as deep as ever when Jin Guangyao turns on this arch, minxy tone. ]
Maybe I do. [ He sips his smile down and, when Jin Guangyao has his tea poured and safely balanced, folds his other leg over Jin Guangyao's lap, snug around his waist. ] I guess I'm still not used to it. You're the first person to try it, I think. You're a player, A-Yao.
[ One arm wraps his stomach, too, as Quentin leans in to kiss the side of his neck firmly--something that scratches his itch to be frank and plain rather than tripping over trying to be lovely. He keeps his chin on Jin Guangyao's shoulder, tea cupped below his ribs. ] ...Did someone tell you it was my birthday?
Maybe I do. [ He sips his smile down and, when Jin Guangyao has his tea poured and safely balanced, folds his other leg over Jin Guangyao's lap, snug around his waist. ] I guess I'm still not used to it. You're the first person to try it, I think. You're a player, A-Yao.
[ One arm wraps his stomach, too, as Quentin leans in to kiss the side of his neck firmly--something that scratches his itch to be frank and plain rather than tripping over trying to be lovely. He keeps his chin on Jin Guangyao's shoulder, tea cupped below his ribs. ] ...Did someone tell you it was my birthday?
I don't know. I know where to find the person I got.
But killing him isn't going to stop someone from trying to find and kill me.
I don't want to have to run from someone hunting me here.
But killing him isn't going to stop someone from trying to find and kill me.
I don't want to have to run from someone hunting me here.
[his physicality is lovely to Jin Guangyao, who laughs quietly and with pleasure when Quentin cleaves to him and kisses the slope of his neck as though no one ever taught him to be precious with his affection. a thing that Quentin has acclimated him to in turn, and which he has learned to treasure. warmly, he slips his fingers into Quentin's hair and curls his fingers, turns his face to the side to kiss his forehead--then blinks, and leans back enough to peer at his face in clear surprise.]
Is today your birthday?
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Is today your birthday?
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Do you want me to start naming what's gay about you? I've got a list. [ His hair wack gay, his clothes wack gay, his— ]
Come on, man. I'm not proposing. So what, you don't like to party?
Come on, man. I'm not proposing. So what, you don't like to party?
Yeah, my fuckin' dick and fat balls, too, but I don't hear you asking about that shit. I feel everything. ( something snags in their connection, kitten claws in your nice warm sweater, uniquely pissed off in only a way quentin's insufferable ass can make him. everything is a big word. he almost retches over it again, right in the garden. in the silence: wheezing, weeping. fuck the mud. fuck quentin.
he slams the door, rattles back in under the cracks in castrated text. )
come kill me
come kill me
come kill me or i'm taking all of them, nikolai and felipe and nancy and everyone you've ever fuckin loved here, somewhere you or the duchess or her whole army of mutant spiders won't ever find, i'll lay them to rest in itty bitty chopped liver pieces, i'll cum in their fucking skulls and bring you back what grows
come kill me you fucking cunt
he slams the door, rattles back in under the cracks in castrated text. )
come kill me
come kill me
come kill me or i'm taking all of them, nikolai and felipe and nancy and everyone you've ever fuckin loved here, somewhere you or the duchess or her whole army of mutant spiders won't ever find, i'll lay them to rest in itty bitty chopped liver pieces, i'll cum in their fucking skulls and bring you back what grows
come kill me you fucking cunt
Goddammit--
[ His mind goes, abruptly, to driving with Jesse on a night like this: windshield wipers moving at top speed, still not enough to completely clear the rain; Jesse huffing and silent at the end of a fight, a brick wall to Quentin's quiet reason. In those days, before everything, Quentin fixed things with softness, sticking around, waiting out the anger. Since Freddy, and even more since he came here, he's learned he fixes nothing by letting things fester. Danny isn't going to tantrum his way out of this. ]
I'm coming
I have my knife
[ His mind goes, abruptly, to driving with Jesse on a night like this: windshield wipers moving at top speed, still not enough to completely clear the rain; Jesse huffing and silent at the end of a fight, a brick wall to Quentin's quiet reason. In those days, before everything, Quentin fixed things with softness, sticking around, waiting out the anger. Since Freddy, and even more since he came here, he's learned he fixes nothing by letting things fester. Danny isn't going to tantrum his way out of this. ]
I'm coming
I have my knife
Ohio? Jesus. So you consider yourself lucky, right? [ When he thinks about the blue house and its little fence and its California address, Billy still feels a spark of jealousy. It wasn't real. But, a lot of things weren't and they still matter. ]
I'd buy you a drink, but you know. [ That whole 'free' thing. ] What time?
I'd buy you a drink, but you know. [ That whole 'free' thing. ] What time?
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