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Niles Pottinger ([personal profile] palmstraps) wrote2015-06-14 10:29 pm

Are you waiting, are you wishing, are you wanting all that she can't give?

Niles was working late. More than settled in Defiance, now that Amanda was working for him. Better than that, she understood him. For the first time since he'd been a teenager, he shared the story of what had happened to him. Gabe had always told him that it was a terrible idea. It was better if only the two of them knew that horrible nightmare. But Gabe hadn't been there with him. Hadn't been there when his truck was held up and he was forced to strip. He didn't understand. He'd escaped that awful eleven days as one of the lucky few who hadn't been subjected to that awful treatment. And when Amanda had asked, he'd refused to share. Remembering his friend's words of warning. Of what someone might think of him. But with Amanda there, so caring and so gentle without prying, he'd opened up in a way he hadn't thought possible.

He felt better than he could ever remember. Amanda was finally warming to him. His plan with Doctor Yewll was going as smoothly as could be expected, now that the possible tech had been procured. Soon he'd be able to play the hero and rescue the sister thought dead. He'd be a hero and she'd never doubt him again. The only shadow over it all was that he hadn't heard from Gabe in almost a week. Not since his roller had been attacked.

That's how it always went, it seemed. Gabe couldn't be found when Niles needed him more than anything. Especially when it related to that day in particular. Just as he hadn't been there the day he'd been attacked. Yet he always seemed so incredibly jealous that Connor had been the one there to comfort Niles. It was something that he frequently questioned but tried so hard to not think about. Of everyone, Gabe had escaped without much in the way of injury. The rest of the students shunned him after that, and seemed to think Niles unwell for sticking by his friend.

Niles set down his pen, rubbing at the bridge of his nose in the dim light of his office. He needed to figure out a way to get Amanda unconscious. Deep enough that she could be given an injection in the back of her neck and not be woken up. Gabe was usually such a good sounding board for these things. Where the hell was he?
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-16 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
"No, you can't slow down," Gabe agrees. Getting the foundation; preparing the brick and mortar of the beautiful downfall of Niles Pottinger. Labouring the way with dimples and a quick wink to calm Niles down.

"But after what happened to you? Niles, please. 'Soon' isn't 'right now' or 'tomorrow.' One little day," He holds up a finger, as if the other couldn't count, "won't hurt." A wink. Another swig.

"Let me guess," He pre-emptively speaks: "We'll talk about it later, that's okay. I just worry you work too hard to make a fucked up world look perfect."
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-16 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
"One night," Gabe agrees. One night can last forever, if given the chance to squeeze his hand around Niles' neck. One more swig and he lets out a happy little 'whoo!' with the fact that he's drinking at all. He sets it down with a loud thump, gets up and kneels in front of Gabe. There it is again, that smile, reassuring him that his sheepishness is okay.

He takes the other's shoe, resting it in his lap, and begins to untie and unlace them properly, whistling loudly and appreciatively.

"Votan-stomping boots. Very impressive. Kinky, too."
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-16 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
"That you're into some weird shit, man." But Gabe was laughing a little, triumphant. Looking his usual exuberant instead of moody self. He gently slides Niles' boot off of his foot, and ghosts his fingertips along his calf, as if wanting to touch but hesitating.

"It's okay. We're still friends even if you like to get hurled on for sexual gratification. Though I'm still sort of sad I can't go to the red light district in Amesterdam...I'll never see anything like it."
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-16 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Gabe, refusing, didn't move from where he was kneeling. Niles was eager. Had to go. And Gabe? He'd push him back for just as long as it takes. He's got his teeth firmly into Niles' leg, like a bear trap. It's a matter of time before he bleeds.

The blonde reaches for the other shoe, already beginning to unlace it. "We just got here, you can do that /later/. Besides, why pay for sex when you can get it for free?"

He knows what this is about. Amanda.
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-16 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure. So we'll go to Amsterdam. I've been to NeedWant, stop trying to get me to go because your girlfriend's there." He sounds dismissive--a real punk-ish attitude as he lifts his chin and smirks. The second shoe gets pulled off, and Gabe keeps the other's leg on his lap, walking his fingers up it to the knee.

"We're drinking, remember?" His free hand goes to the bottle. Takes a swig, offers it to Niles.
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-17 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"We had an agreement about dancing a couple of seconds ago, too," Gabe points out. Takes the other's hand and physically puts the bottle into it. Closes the other's hands, literally crawls into the other's lap like he belongs there. Licks his lips brings a hand up to stroke his hair, messing it from that fine hairstyle.

"C'mon. I'll let you off the hook for the dance thing if you have one more. Plenty of time to go screw your girlfriend."
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-17 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Gabe narrowed his eyes, turning the information over and over in his head. Digesting it, really thinking about it. Even as he's straddling his friend, and his arms sling around the other's neck casually.

"One more drink with me and then not only will I go to the NeedWant, but I'll tell you how to deal with Amanda." His brow lifts. "And I forgot about the dance."

For now. It's always a slow descent, at first.
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-17 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Eeeeeeyyyyy!" His hands wrap around the other's cheek, leaning forward to smack a kiss right on his nose. "Atta boy, Niles! I knew you weren't still that wuss I first met." He laughs, that angelic beam on his face, the all-american, wholesome son. He hands the glass to him, eyes alight.

"Okay, so: Yewll. What is up with those Indogene eyes, man?"
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-17 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
He'll immediately shift his expression-the angel's smile turns into something a little less cherubic. Solemn, serious, but still fond of the memories. He takes a deep breath, and for a moment his chest rises.

Niles is drinking with him. That's all that matters. Gabe will focus on that.

"Connor... Hmmm. I don't really know, what about? Connor's awesomeness is extremely varied." He raises the bottle, smirk on his face.
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-17 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Gabe's smile was still soft, still full of schoolboy charm as he looked down at Niles' hand. Looks at that thumb, rubbing circles. There's a fondness when he looks up, even if his smirk is as evil as can be.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he teases, and reaches over to flick Niles' ear, playful as he openly laughs. "I can tell, you know. You're thinking that we'd go back to Connor's room and kick his bunkmate out. Maybe sneak a girl in from the girl's dorm, maybe just the two of us. Connor would close the door and then the fun would be gin, taking off out shirts, unable to keep our hands from each other as we pinned one another, grappling for dominance. Hips against hips as we fucked, and fucked, and fucked."
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-17 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Because it's hilarious to see your reaction," He states plainly. Settles down and puts one hand on the other's on his thigh. The other takes another swig, that same mischievous look on his face for a brief moment. He shrugs, as and that moment is gone. He's more casual, relaxed as he sits a top Niles' lap and looks down at him.

Boring into his his skin, digging into his nails.

"I dunno. We did a lot of things. Never homework. We actually did drugs. Hardcore drugs." That snide, snotty sarcasm that comes with most of his conversations and always had.

"Mostly just...Lay there and listen to music. Talk about how much England sucks and shit like that. And I'd fuck him into the mattress with him moaning my name, my balls smacking against his ass as I drove into him."
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-17 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
And Gabe, suddenly concerned, reaches a hand out to steady both himself and Niles. His brow is knit, worry on his face, frowning as he set the bottle of Jack down.

"What? What are you talking about?" He asks. Curious. "Not what you huh, now?" As if the entire conversation hadn't just happened.
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-17 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay!" And Gabe does get off of the other, springing back up and stacking Niles' empty glass on top of his older ones near Amanda.

The bottle of port was nearly done.

He mock bows, a flourish. "Lead the way. You're paying, remember? Maybe it'll give me something to do while you shittily flirt with Amanda." He means it in jest, though, and he's surprisingly bright and bubbly and vibrant. Energetic, even. Excited.

The spark was there, now he was allowed to watch it burn.

"Race ya there, punk!" That wasn't a jest, as he literally bounds out the door with just enough time before to slip on his shoes. Gabe, it seems, has left Niles in the dust.

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