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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.

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Guy's thoughts didn't stray as such, and fortunately. He had pleasure to think of, his own and Neil's, though at the moment his own took precedent. He shifted to allow those fingers in, encouraged them to hurry. It was delicious, as was the view.

It wasn't long before he spoke. "Get the fuck out of that boy's arse," he said to the man, voice gruff, and hungry.

Neil's steady throughout, even with the distracting attention, and he's made good headway by the time Guy makes his demand. He feels as much as hears the chuckle, and he moans a little bit. He's moving a little bit even before the man slaps his ass to get him out from between the two of them.

Breathlessly, he sprawls on the bed. He runs the fingers of his clean hand into Guy's hair for a moment, just wanting to touch him, to relax and laze in the afterglow, even as he watches the way that the man finishes getting ready--slipping a condom on, slicking up, and easing into Guy with a kind of practiced ease that Neil can practically feel as well.

Especially since there's hardly a pause before he starts to fuck.

Well, the man had been patient long enough and it was evident enough in the urgency with which he fucked Guy. Relentless - an obvious show for the boy sprawled on his bed - and fucking good.

Guy groaned, and gripped what he could find, and for one hand that meant Neil, who was a picture of post-orgasmic perfection sprawled on the bed.

It's something else just to watch them, to be to the side and enjoying the view of it. From the way they move, he can imagine how it would feel. He's not sure he can get it up again right now, but the warm curl of arousal lives on in his belly.

The man reaches out for Neil, grabbing him by the shoulder to haul him in and kiss him. It's something brief and jostling, in the midst of everything, before he returns his focus to Guy. Neil smiles and settles back after the moment has gone. He's content to lie there, holding onto Guy and enjoying the view.

Guy did cast a glance over at Neil, to see if there was something he could help with, and managed a brief smile through it all at the content look on Neil's face.

Back then to his own himself and the arousal building up again. He reached between his legs and took a hold on himself. "You've waited so long, is that all you've got?" Guy, voice strained but grinning.

The man huffed a laugh and grabbed his hips forcefully, pounding into him in long deep thrusts.

The lewd noise of bodies meeting and breaths coming fast fills the room and Neil watches with a deep, enjoying flush on his cheeks and a small smile. Guy looks good getting fucked, and the man looks good doing it, and Neil might not be so stupified he can’t think straight, but he is certainly enjoying himself and what the evening did for them.

He shifts down a bit, until he can sprawl beside Guy instead and teasingly touch him. Stroke him with lazy abandon and squeeze hos balls a bit, tease his fingers back to feel the slick insistence of the man fucking him. He shivers a little, enjoying the tangled mess of it.

The man fucking him was byproduct. When Neil came down next to him, Guy's attention was on him. Oh, he enjoyed the fuck, but turned that enjoyment to Neil, and not the other. He sought touch, he encouraged the boy's hands, he kissed any part of him that came close to his lips.

A strained groan when the man sped up, and deepened his thrusts. But the near pleading look on his ffaceted came with this pounding was directed towards Neil.

It's a breathless sort of thing, being watched and touched and kissed like that. He keeps touching Guy through it, smiles against his skin, and when he gets that needful look--well, it is him who gets that look, and that's a needful, powerful thing, to feel so wanted even when he's just curled in and watching the fun.

He presses his forehead against Guy's. "Let's see it," he murmurs. "He's waited this long."

Guy put his hand lightly to Neil's cheek, keeping their foreheads pressed together throughout, as though that would cause Neil to feel what he felt. "Yes," he agreed in a breathy moan. "Don't stop," he echoed Neil's words of before, moving into his hand as much as he could.

The man spewed obscenities as Guy clenched, grabbed his legs and went on relentlessly until he came.

How oddly intimate, to be held close and talked to like there wasn't another man doing all the work of it. Neil shivers and sighs, kissing Guy hungrily for a moment, and then leaning up to kiss the man as well. It's a show, that one, while he keeps touching Guy. All filthy and deep and wondrous like the rest of it has been.

They show was appreciated, and Guy managed a strained grin. But between that and the touch and the cock in his arse, well, it was inevitable really, that he should come. He did, deliciously, moaning and to the loud cursing groans of the other spilling as well.

In the moments after, where they're all breathing a little heavy, Neil smiles and eases back. He sprawls out next to Guy, graceless and boneless. For a moment, he's still, and then he shifts again and leans down to lick clean the mess from Guy's stomach.

It gets another breathless, chuckling cuss from the man as he pulls out. Neil smiles and rests his head against Guy's stomach while the man is dealing with the condom, stepping away from the bed for a moment to go grab a wet cloth so they can all freshen up.

"That was fun," he murmurs to Guy while they're momentarily alone.

Neil's dutiful licking earned him an infinitely pleased sigh from Guy. He mindlessly caressed the boys hair and stared up at the ceiling, boneless and perfectly satisfied. "That was a lot of fun," he agreed with a chuckle. And Neil had been admirably lewd throughout.

He stretches out languidly, even as Guy preens at him a little bit, and sighs happily. It was good to let go, to be mindless. He's not sure he could have done it alone, but it does give him the confidence to maybe try to do it alone some other time. And he's happy to have given Guy a good night of it too.

"We should probably let him have his bedroom back," Neil whispers, a sort of conspiratorial tone with his smile. He doesn't want to bail, per se, but they could at least be curled together in one of their own beds instead.

They could each go their separate way, but Guy was a little reluctant. He had no interest whatsoever in staying here, and he didn't think the man did, but he rather liked having Neil against him. "Want to come back to mine?" he asked. It was a strange request. No sex would be involved, only sleeping, only lying next to each other and enjoy a little warmth and a memory of a very pleasant night. "It's fine if you rather not."

Neil smiles, affectionate and warmed. He knows this isn’t anything more than what it is on the surface, and that’s fine. But he does care quite a lot for Guy, and feels deeply for his hardship in these past days.

“I’d love to,” he says, sliding off the bed. His legs are wobbly in a good way. He takes Guy’s hand and helps him up as well. “Go get our clothes together while I make our excuses, why don’t you? And then we’ll make our escape.”

"Why don't I?" Guy chuckled. This was a different Neil, certainly, than the blushing uncertain one he tended to be. Guy approved, definitely. "Don't feel too bad. I doubt he'll mind us leaving."

He got up, lazily, watching Neil for a moment before he got to gathering clothes.

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Neil lounges in bed a moment, watching Guy leave the bed. When their host returns, he smiles and gives him a gentle, lingering kiss, but makes their excuses--it's late, they ought to go, this was good. He gets a knowing smile in return.

"Could I give you my number?" the man asks quietly. "In case you want to do this again sometime?"

Neil grabs a pen off the side table and, instead, writes his own number down on the man's palm. It makes him feel very silly and bold. He joins Guy out in the front room, collects his clothes quickly to pull them on, blushing a little and giggling a bit. He aches, in a pleasant way. He kisses Guy too, sweet and enthusiastic, as he pulls his jeans on.

"Are we ready?"

The giggling was fucking infectious, and Guy smiled, and leaned into the sweet kiss and realized he was having a really fucking lovely time with Neil if one took away the wicked things they'd just done (which one certainly shouldn't take away).

"We're ready, lovely," he said. He - unlike Neil - didn't really feel the need to say his goodbyes to the man, so he didn't. Instead, he linked his arm through Neil's as they walked out of the apartment and onto the streets.

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