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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 15, 2012 21:01:53 GMT -5
Pierce is stupidly ticklish so he makes the highest squeakiest of noises ever when Xavier tickles him. He then gives Xavier a rather reproachful look that says he knows exactly what you are doing there.
“Xavier, it’s very awkward trying to lie to someone who knows you are doing it,” Pierce grumbles. “What happened?” Unfortunately, he’s not about to be distracted by the movies just yet.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 16, 2012 15:41:49 GMT -5
Xavier cringes slightly and grumbles. Stupid, psychic boyfriend.
"Nothing important," he mumbles, starting to chew on Pierce's shirt in annoyance. Okay, so maybe it's a little important. Or a lot important. But it's kind of embarrassing and he finds he doesn't want Pierce to be disappointed in him or anything.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 17, 2012 9:51:30 GMT -5
“Xavier...” Pierce sighs, arching a slight brow at the shirt chewing. He then reaches a hand up to run it lightly through the younger man’s red hair. “If this is something that could potentially become a problem, it is better to tell me sooner than later.”
This way, Pierce can get all of that panicking done beforehand and work out a plan for it afterwards.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 17, 2012 18:59:50 GMT -5
"Nnh," Xavier grumbles, releasing Pierce's shirt. "Well, see-"
Pierce is touching his hair. That is remarkably distracting, and he inhales sharply, pressing his head against Pierce's hand.
"There, um, was this girl, before I met you..."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 17, 2012 19:26:58 GMT -5
“Ah, so you did have someone interested in you?” Pierce questions, seeming a bit amused at the way Xavier was responding to the touches. He continues delicately combing his fingers through the soft, curly hair, a small smile on his face.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 17, 2012 19:43:02 GMT -5
Xavier sighs loudly as Pierce strokes his hair. It feels... good. Not really good, just... simple, pleasurable human contact. Why is it so unfamiliar? There's a strange pinching feeling in his chest and when he opens his mouth to speak all that comes out at first is a sort of choked whimper.
Trying again, he manages, "N-no. I killed her."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 17, 2012 19:56:15 GMT -5
Pierce arches a brow at that answer, gently toying with a lock of hair. He falls silent, contemplating the implications of it for a moment before quietly asking, “And?” as he presses a light kiss onto Xavier’s temple.
“Did something happen?” And should Pierce start worrying now?
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 17, 2012 20:09:08 GMT -5
Xavier is curling in on himself, legs swinging up to plant his feet on the opposite side of Pierce's lap, his other arm wrapping around Pierce's shoulders, his head bowing. He doesn't want to talk right now. He just wants Pierce to keep touching his hair.
"She... didn't stay dead?"
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 17, 2012 20:27:19 GMT -5
He would have been very content right now just to stop asking Xavier anymore questions and just keep stroking his hair. It was warm having Xavier curled up around him, very, very warm and he could feel the mixed bundle of emotions seeping through his fingers.
“That’s rather worrisome,” he murmurs against the other’s hair, the curls tickling his lips. He should be much more worried right now. “Did she see your face?”
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 17, 2012 20:53:03 GMT -5
"She doesn't remember," Xavier mutters softly, curling tighter around Pierce.
A small, sad noise escapes his throat, and he'd probably feel more frustrated about seeming so weak if he didn't feel so very painfully, pathetically good right now. Like he's had a desperate need his entire life that he never knew was there that's finally been fulfilled.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 17, 2012 21:43:39 GMT -5
“Shhh.” Pierce wraps his free arm around Xavier and gently kisses his ear. He recalls the dreams Xavier had told him about, that night near the abandoned factory, wonders at what horrors Rampage must have endured. Nightmares that the amnesia was laying bare before him now, bleeding through his touch and making him pull Xavier closer protectively with a quiet twinge of guilt. He’s not supposed to be seeing this.
The other option was leaving Xavier alone with his demons though and Pierce isn’t sure he’s cruel enough to do that.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 17, 2012 21:55:55 GMT -5
Xavier realizes he's trembling, and he hides his face against Pierce's neck in shame. He hates how very vulnerable he feels in this moment, and yet he craves this as strongly as he craves the terror and pain of others. He clutches tightly at Pierce's shirt, fingers starting to press into skin, and he moans as if wounded.
He can never let this go. He will never let Pierce go. The man is his and his alone, forever and ever.
And... part of never letting go is making sure that nothing tears them apart. Like getting caught and thrown into prison. He knows he has to tell Pierce what happened, as much as he'd rather not. But before he does, he's going to take a moment to greedily devour all the affection he can get.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 18, 2012 14:53:13 GMT -5
There isn’t much Pierce can do at the moment and any words of comfort that come to him are so alien they feel strange and heavy on his tongue. Comforting someone wasn’t something he’d had to practice in... a very long time. So he just keeps quietly holding Xavier as he trembles, pressing soft kisses against his hair at the wounded sound he makes, trying to soothe and calm.
After a moment, he vaguely realizes he’s still holding the fork, having forgotten to set it down before the embrace. Quietly setting it aside on the coffee table next to his plate, he turns back to Xavier, stroking both hands lightly through his hair.
“Now,” he says gently, resting his forehead against Xavier’s, a finger brushing over his brow. “What happened with Elly?”
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 18, 2012 15:46:57 GMT -5
Xavier whines, eyelids flickering open as Pierce's forehead touches his. Staring Pierce straight in the eye, face so close, his cheeks flush with heat. Maybe if he kisses Pierce right now, they can both just forget he said anything and he can live in happy denial all night.
Instead he averts his gaze, and mumbles, "I went to her apartment."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 18, 2012 16:01:59 GMT -5
Pierce stares at Xavier for a moment, eyes widening. If she didn’t remember, why did Xavier visit her apartment? And what happened there to make this a problem?
“And?” he pushes, voice edged with worry.
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