Re: Billy K/Jamie M: the Mayers apartment
He didn’t wobble or sway as he stood on the doorstep. That was a fucking achievement, okay? He’d only popped 20mg of diazepam earlier in the day, which was basically nothing, and it kept him steady with no tremble in his hands as he shot off a text to one of his regulars, asking to reschedule their appointment that night. With the hand that wasn’t holding the phone he reached up and scratched over his scalp, raking the pink tangle of hair up and even more unruly than its natural state. When the door buzzed he pushed through with weight on his shoulder, hopped up the stairs two at a time. He was thinking about the way that Jamie’s cock had swelled up in his throat when he came, that day they’d met, when the guy opened the door.
“Hey,” he said back, smiling, loose but still intact. He was clean, he wasn’t shaking, the dark circles could have been just from a bad night’s sleep and weren’t horrendous, anyway. “Totally. Just kind of a shit day. Don’t want to talk about it.” The clarification as he stepped into the apartment and looked around, shrugging out of his hoodie. “You?”