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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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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.