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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 2015-06-17 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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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-17 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
Gabe is leaning. Against the doorframe of the old-fashioned apartment, watching the Mayor with a fixed, pointed look. It wasn't exactly one of sympathy, but instead a strange understanding. Coming back once Niles didn't leave.

Gabe is leaning and Gabe watches. Always watches, always seeps into prey in between their hissed breaths and half-states. Licks his lips, wetting them. Concern on his face.

He is concerned. Gabe is so very worried, and wants to come to the aid of his friend.

"Connor," He repeats the other, echoing it from behind. "I miss him, too."
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-17 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Gabe isn't leaning against the door. Not anymore.

Gabe is right behind him, now, and his arms wrap around him. Latch on to him, strong and protective. Possessive and powerful. Moving to tangle himself around Niles--not twist, no, but weave, and Gabe is shaking. Gabe is shaking with grief and despair because Niles is feeling it.

He, too, has grief and loss. He's painted with it, tarnished, and Niles is his ticket. Niles, delicate Niles, careful Niles, memories swimming in his mind, difficult to fish out what's what.

It's the hair that he sees that causes him to cry. He cries because Connor is dead and Connor is his best friend, he cries because Niles is all alone and there's nothing Gabe can do.

He cries because Niles is grieving.

His arms tighten on Niles, pulling him back into a bear-hug, staring at the hair. He begins to whisper, soothing, and kisses the other's cheek. Staring at the lock of hair. The last connection.

"I miss him."
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-17 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He's won.

Gabe has won but it's a hollow victory, because Connor's not here. Gabe is here, but not the black-haired debutant. He shakes his head, hugs the other closer. That's what he needs, now--to be someone's anchor. To be Niles' anchor.

To be there for him, to remind him. To make him remember him. Him and Connor.

"Sunday football," He murmured. "Trading baseball cards. Talking about the world and girls and Mr. Mattheson's ridiculous hair." Hair...

He sniffs loudly, reaches out. He's still draped over the other, and one hand is holding Niles', the other grabbing the lock of hair. Examining it.

"It's good," He says after a moment, voice still breaking, "That you've kept his."
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-18 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Gabe teases. Gabe teases because in life that's all Gabe ever did--pick on Natalie, tease Niles. Not maliciously, but because Gabe was 17 and smarter than a lot of people at the school.

This, though? He takes the hair, almost lovingly. Ignoring pleas, and brushes it against his own cheek. Moves, for a moment. Away from Niles, away from the boxes, and looks thoughtful before gently holding his hand out. An invitation for something. He's got the hair in his outstretched palm, and his gaze is firm on Niles.

"...Dance with me. I can make this all go away, Niles."
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-18 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Gabe smiles. It's soft, warm, and inviting. Pulls the other close, the hand not holding his already going to the other's hip. Wrapping him in comfort, the lock of hair close between them.

"I promise, but you have to do what I say. You have to relax, and just follow me. Let me lead--let me guide you."

They don't need music, either: Gabe's always been there, always been known the music. So has Niles, deep down. Just doesn't realize it until it's too late. "You know, if you come with me, we can be together," He says. He waits for an answer, patiently, and begins the slow, soft steps.
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-18 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I can make everything better," Gabe's not quite purring, but his looks have a strange, satisfied look to them. His words are like a lullaby, and after a quiet moment of the two of them dancing to nothing.

There's silence. A beautiful silence, and Gabe is lost in the moment. Niles is, too, and Gabe knows he is, because Gabe can feel it. Feel his power over the other, a gentle tug. A whispering voice in his own head that it's going to be okay. That Niles won't leave him, not after this.

That Gabe doesn't have to be alone.

"Just close your eyes," He states. "Close your eyes and come with me." And, as they turned, he begins to hum.
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[personal profile] musicboxings 2015-06-18 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Right here," Gabe assures, and suddenly he's there, all looming but gentle. His hands dance around the other's hand before lacing his fingers with Niles', soft hands on scarred palms.

"Right here, you don't have to say anything else." It's better if he didn't--it's better for both of them, with Yewll looking suspicious already. He kneels down so he's level with the bed, reaches out with his free hand and strokes the other's cheek.

"I'm here. I'm here, Niles. Have been." 'And you don't need her,' he wants to add. 'and you won't ever need her.' "Just close your eyes, go back to sleep..."

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