Neil Perry (
shadows_have_offended) wrote2018-11-26 08:21 am
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They haven't spoken much since that night, though Neil's made the effort to check in when he can, and when Guy will make the effort to let him know that he's alive right back. Phones are, for neither of them, a forte. Often, Neil forgets that he even has his. But it's good for convenience, and so that he has a line to Guy on the chance that his friend wishes to reach out in the midst of all he's going through.
Neil thinks they're friends. He'd like that, at least. As he's told Guy, he doesn't have many, and he's lost quite a few.
But for the most part, he gives Guy his space. He remembers the trauma of his arrival, of adapting to Darrow, and in some ways, Neil thinks that learning his future might be for Guy what arriving in Darrow was for Neil. Twice over, now, since the arrival is itself a trauma. So he goes to work, he completes and sends off his application to college, and he does not think of the photographs hidden in his desk, sent to him by Guy. Now, knowing he's a spy, they make sense. He still doesn't know what to do with them, though.
He still doesn't know what to do about a lot of things.
The repetition of his life makes him a predictable creature. Neil's a little sad for that. Sometimes, he does think of their night out at the club; it was nice, until it went sour, just because it was something he didn't do very much of. He misses being rebellious and free.
Which is, maybe, how he ends up standing at the end of the block, looking at the lines that go into the clubs, trying to steel himself up.
Neil thinks they're friends. He'd like that, at least. As he's told Guy, he doesn't have many, and he's lost quite a few.
But for the most part, he gives Guy his space. He remembers the trauma of his arrival, of adapting to Darrow, and in some ways, Neil thinks that learning his future might be for Guy what arriving in Darrow was for Neil. Twice over, now, since the arrival is itself a trauma. So he goes to work, he completes and sends off his application to college, and he does not think of the photographs hidden in his desk, sent to him by Guy. Now, knowing he's a spy, they make sense. He still doesn't know what to do with them, though.
He still doesn't know what to do about a lot of things.
The repetition of his life makes him a predictable creature. Neil's a little sad for that. Sometimes, he does think of their night out at the club; it was nice, until it went sour, just because it was something he didn't do very much of. He misses being rebellious and free.
Which is, maybe, how he ends up standing at the end of the block, looking at the lines that go into the clubs, trying to steel himself up.
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He has to break off the kiss when Guy tugs his shirt off, and he makes a soft noise as he's turned by their host to face Guy. He kisses him more playfully, more familiar, running his fingers into his hair and giving a little shiver as his jeans and underwear are pushed down unceremoniously, leaving him stark naked between the two other men.
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His hands were covered then by other hands and pressed against Neil. Playful,but with intent, Guy took those hands and brought them to the front of Neil, to cover his cock. "Won't you taste him?" he suggested, voice low.
The man smiled and nodded,then turned Neil around again and dropped to his knees in front of him.
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"God," he breathes softly, watching the man on his knees in front of him, smiling up at him and stroking him lazily. Without the noise of the club around them, everything feels quiet and close, intimate. Now, he can get a good look at him. He leans his head against Guy's. "We found a good one, didn't we?"
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Guy held Neil, hands wrapped around him. He had no rush undressing, watching the man, over Neil's shoulder instead.
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He rocks his hips between Guy’s hips and the mouth around him, a rolling, lewd gesture.
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He moved with Neil, mouth on his neck once more. Then he put a hand through the stranger's hair, encouraging him deeper.
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He drew it out, kissing him, humming at the touch through fabric.
"Up, up, dear," he said to the man, after a while. He cupped his chin and guided him up to a standing position. "You're overdressed," he said, and started undressing him.
"You too," answered a wicked smile and did the same.
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He ends up on the couch, sprawling, naked, lazily touching himself as he admires them.
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Guy moved them to the couch, next to Neil, where he sat down, guiding the man to sit on his lap. He was kissed again, deeply. Guy returned the kiss and reached out to Neil's cock.
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When a second hand slides onto his skin, Neil sighs. Yes, this is exactly what he’d wanted.
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The man shifted between the two, and sat down. Guy turned to him and stroked the man's now exposed cock, eyes on Neil as he did. "Come here?" the stranger asked the boy.
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Guy kissed the man again, and whispered into his ear. "Bedroom," the man answered. "Shall we take it there?" he asked, eyes on Neil.
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Then he straightens up and stretches, onto his toes. He’s a little taller than both of them and he likes that, growing boy that he is.
The man slaps his ass, hard enough to smart. Neil laughs about it, and lets him get away with goosing him too, bullying him gently away from Guy and the couch toward the bedroom. “C’mon,” he calls imploringly to Guy, breathless, a little needy.
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Once in the bedroom, he went for the nightstand, where he imagined the previously requested lube would be stowed. It was exactly what he found. "Want to.weigh in on what you'd like?" he asked Neil. "Or do you want to be surprised?"
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"Surprise me," he finally says.
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Guy cocked his head as if debating this, but the grin on his face revealed he was only teasing. "You can watch me get him ready for you," the man promised, then leaned in so Neil could feel his breath on his ear. "Hands and knees on the bed, kid. And if you feel like occupying your mouth for a while, I don't think he'll mind."
No, Guy, thought as he climbed on the bed. He would not mind in the least.
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He moans at the first slick touch of fingers. Any teasing there is gone. He's not mean about it--far from it--but there's no waiting either, he sinks right in with his finger and Neil's a little glad he was left in suspense.
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He moaned at the warmth and the tongue and put his hands on Neil's head, encouraging him.
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"I bet you'd come just like this, huh?" the man said, teasing gently. "Nobody in you, just getting played with between us. God, you're gonna look so good with a dick in your ass, kid."
Neil blushes a little bit, but doesn't stop.
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He has to pull off Guy for a moment, just to pant for breath. The hand on his cock doesn't stop though, still that light, teasing touch, barely enough to do more than torment him.
"God," he whine.
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Guy leaned over and cupped Neil's chin, moving him up slightly.. "God yes," he admitted wickedly just before kissing the boy, tasting himself on his lips and tongue.
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It's messy, of course, across the bedspread in front of his knees, and he makes a soft, needy noise. The man doesn't let up at all.
"Hand me a condom, would you?" The question's more at Guy than Neil, though they're both occupied.
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