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SPEED!!!!!!!!!!! (crankit) wrote in forgotten_gods,

The yearning of another, especially an immortal, was something like a drug to Speed. He was addicted to it. It was something akin to what his own drug did to him. His heart was not beating so much as it was fluttering. He neared the hotel room, with no idea of what was going on with Atheism except that he wanted him. He could feel the sweat, the itching, the head spinning. He wanted to soothe it, because he knew he was the only one, the only thing, that could. He needed to be in him and have him in himself just as much as Atheism did.

Shaking hands pushed open the door and stepped in. His jeans clung to him like a second skin, though the sweatshirt belonged to his boyfriend and he was practically drowning in it. "Hi!" he said happily, bouncing on the balls of his feet. One hand went to his hair, running through it, while another rummaged through his pocket. "Look!" he said, pulling out a small bag of meth.