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Ian Gallagher ✖︎ ([info]firecrotched) wrote in [info]thereincarnates,
@ 2017-11-23 23:56:00

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Entry tags:callum o'reilly, joey malone

Who: Callum O’Reilly & Joey Malone
What: A very Gallavich Thanksgiving
Where: A public park in South Side, Chicago
When: Thursday late afternoon/early evening, November 23rd, 2017
Warnings: TBD. Definitely language, maybe some violence, probably sex?



Your average O’Reilly Thanksgiving dinner wasn't all that far off from a Gallagher one. It was nothing but chaos and too many people under one roof, cooking disasters, heated arguments, followed by too much drinking and a whole lot of partying. Thankfully this one hadn't ended with anyone slicing their wrists with a kitchen knife, but that was sort of a weird bar to set. That part of Ian's life felt so closely tied to his own that Callum was uncomfortable with how much he could relate to that particular fear. Maybe his mom hadn't tried to hurt herself tonight, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try to tomorrow night, or the night after. Especially if she was off her meds again.

Even when she was on her meds sometimes, trying to predict his mother was like trying to predict the weather. Her moods changed at the drop of a hat, when she wasn't just completely manic for hours. Tonight was one of her more manic moods, and Callum was the only one in the family who really knew how to deal with her when she was like this. It was exhausting. He loved his mom more than anything, but after awhile, it just got to be too much. He wasn't capable of not letting things get to him, and considering what a touchy subject mothers were for Ian too, that went doubly for Cal these days. He might have grown up on the South Side, but like Ian, he was uncharacteristically delicate. Fragile.

Not that anyone could actually know that just from looking at him, unless you were going by physical appearance alone. Like Ian, Callum was tall and lanky in frame, though he was lacking a lot of that hard earned ROTC muscle he used to have after years of neglect. It'd been a long time since he'd even set foot in a gym, let alone gone for a run. Still, he too had those elegant facial features that really had no place here and longer hair than most of the guys in South Side. They made him look a little soft, and maybe Callum was a little softer than some of the other people in his neighborhood, but he wasn't a fucking pussy. He was a Reilly. That meant a lot of things to people in South Side but 'pussy' wasn't one of them.

He loved his family, but sometimes, he desperately needed a break from them. Today was definitely one of those times. After an afternoon of O’Reilly family chaos with an extra dose of mom-sponsored crazy while his dad was no help, as usual, after an afternoon of spam instead of a real turkey again and too many people under one roof, Callum needed a few hours to himself before he fucking lost it. It was a Thursday so Happy Endings wasn't even open, he couldn't pick up an extra shift if he'd wanted to. He wasn't stupid enough to try and moonlight somewhere else, though, Callum had already been warned how much Jim hated to share. Jim was definitely the most eccentric boss he'd ever had and he could be a little intimidating, but Cal didn't scare easy. Also, he was kind of hot, in a psychotic sort of way.

Since going to work was out, at the end of the day Cal threw a few beers into a backpack, pocketed a couple of joints and left without telling any of his family where he was going. He didn't even really know where he was going until he finally found himself at the local park a few blocks away, which was as good of a location as any. There didn't seem to be anyone around at the moment which was only weird because there were usually at least one or two drug deals going down here at the same time. Callum shrugged it off, pulling out one of his own joints and lighting it as he sat himself down on the ground, letting his backpack fall onto the ground next to him as he leaned back on his elbows to dig his cell phone out of his pocket, thumbing down his contacts until he briefly paused over Joey's number before almost immediately throwing his phone to the side too. For all he knew maybe Joey actually had some kind of normal family Thanksgiving. Not likely, but since they usually only texted each other for hook ups, Callum figured anything else would be off the table, family or not.



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[info]firecrotched
2018-02-04 04:24 am UTC (link)
At the sound of the all too familiar voice, Callum worked pretty hard not to seem too eager when he looked up and caught his first glimpse of the familiar sight of Joey. He hated it, but his stomach already did a small, nervous flip flop whenever Callum saw the other man now. Yeah, he knew it was very definitely one sided, and maybe he was actually fucking glad to see Joey right then, but so what? Didn't mean anything, except that he just... didn't mind being in the other guy's company. That was all.

They fucked, sometimes they fought, they drank and smoked, they even talked sometimes but it was mostly just shooting the shit and killing some time before they eventually fucked again, which at this point was nothing short of inevitable. It never went any deeper than that, though, and Cal never expected it too. Even if there was a small part of him that almost wanted it to. He knew exactly what this was. Casual fucking in alleys and behind closed doors where no one could see them. Cal didn't care that Joey was in the closet, that was his business, and it wasn't like they were boyfriends.

So yeah, Callum didn't have any illusions about what they were doing, he wasn't an idiot. Just because Joey Malone was practically a clone of Mickey Milkovich, that didn't mean that things were going to work out for them like they did last time. Hell, he couldn't even really call everything that had happened between Ian and Mickey 'working out', considering all of the things that had happened between them and around them. Yeah, they'd fallen in love and all that crap, and When it'd been good between Ian and Mickey, it had been really good. When it was bad? It had been pretty fucking bad.

In all fairness, a lot of that had been things they couldn't exactly control. Mickey's piece of shit dad, whores getting knocked up and shot gun weddings, Ian's bipolar disorder, Mickey going to jail at least five or six times in between all of that. You know, the really normal couple stuff. None of that shit scared Cal, but since he wasn't looking for a boyfriend and he knew that Joey definitely wasn't, it didn't really matter, did it? He just couldn't help being a little into him. Mickey aside, Joey was still exactly Callum's type. "Last I checked it was a free country, asshole," Cal smirked up at Joey in response, lips curling around the edge of the joint in his mouth before he took it out and offered it to him.

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[info]fucked4life
2018-11-06 02:59 am UTC (link)
"Thank fuck," Joey breathed when he reached for it. Weed was something that their family dinner had been missing so he wasn't going to turn down a chance to smoke some now. Would've made the whole meal thing better. Nothing like getting fucking stoned and cramming as much food into your gut as it could hold. Sure, Joey got kinda weird on weed sometimes, but not when he had food that he could be stuffing his face with. He would've been fine.

He took a long, slow hit and let the smoke sit in his lungs for a second before he breathed it out again; O'Reilly had gotten a head start on him, so he took another before he passed it back.

"Done with the family thing?" The question was casual but Joey regretted it anyway. Too much like caring. Too much like asking about Cal's personal life and he didn't want him to get any ideas that maybe Joey was a pussy just because Mickey'd been fucking in love with Ian. "Me too. Got the fuck out soon as I could."

The twelve pack he'd started out with was closer to a six pack after he'd finished walking, but he held it up in a silent offer anyway. It was kind of a party now, wasn't it?

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[info]firecrotched
2018-11-06 04:35 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, same." Cal had to quickly snap himself out of it before it became too obvious that he'd caught himself staring at Joey a little while he'd been taking a hit off of his joint. Watching the other man's neck and jaw muscles flex with the effort. The way Joey's lips formed around the end of the crisp, rolled up paper, lips that Cal wasn't actually allowed to touch, it nearly fucking killed him.

It also made him even more keen to take another drag as soon as Joey handed the joint back, eagerly placing the end of the joint back between his lips where Joey's had very nearly just been a few seconds ago. If he closed his eyes and really imagined it, it was almost like Cal was actually kissing him. He didn't do that, though. The last thing he needed was Joey looking at him like he was some kind of freak.

Blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth, Cal shook his head. "Thanksgiving is always a fucking madhouse. Probably haven't even noticed I left yet." It might have sounded like Cal was a little bitter about that, but if he was, he didn't say so. That wasn't how he and Joey talked.

In fact, they usually didn't talk much at all, so Cal left it at that and took the offered beer, can popping open with a soft hiss before Cal took a long, grateful gulp. "Fuck, that's good."

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[info]fucked4life
2019-03-25 03:10 am UTC (link)
"Smuggled it out when no one was watching," Joey told him. "Dad's gonna be pissed later, but..."

Why the fuck had he bothered filling Callum in on that little detail? Maybe Callum ran his mouth about his family all the time, but Joey had kept his mouth firmly shut on the subject of his. There was nothing about the Malones that Callum needed to know, and he could probably guess all the important bits anyway. Fuck. It wasn't like it was some kind of secret but...

But they didn't do that shit. They didn't talk about Joey's family and what his dad might do if he figured out that it was Joey that'd snagged an entire pack of beer all for himself. He didn't need Cal filling those details in. He didn't need him to feel fucking sorry for him or some pussy shit like that.

He snorted and raised his own beer. "Happy fuckin' Thanksgiving."

Would've been safer to suggest that they fuck, take Callum's mind off thinking whether Joey talking about his personal life meant something he didn't. Joey hesitated, though. He was still fucking full, and if he waited until he was a little more stoned he'd bet the sex would be even more fucking amazing than usual. He lapsed into silence instead, took another long drink to cover up the fact that he didn't know what else to say.

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[info]firecrotched
2019-08-15 02:30 am UTC (link)
Callum only grunted in response at first, because what was so fucking happy about Thanksgiving? That was the unspoken irony between them, neither of them had families that really spelled 'happy' on any given day, and definitely not holidays. They might not share their fucking feelings with each other and shit, but Cal knew some things. The Malones were notorious enough on the South Side that it didn't take much to hear a thing or two about them. Besides, if Joey's dad was anything like Mickey's dad...?

Actually, Cal really didn't want to think about that, and neither did Ian. Just the memory of Mickey's dad was enough to get both their blood boiling, and they really didn't need to be thinking about what Joey's dad might do when he found some of his beer was missing. Knowing that asshole, if he was the same asshole - well, what the fuck was Callum going to do about it, actually? It's not like he and Joey were anything serious. They just fucked. They weren't boyfriends, they weren't fucking prison married. Callum didn't have the right to get mad about Joey's dad knocking Joey around once he figured out who took his beer.

Raising his own beer in a silent return salute, Cal took a bigger gulp of his then was probably necessary, but it helped buy him some time to get Ian under control before he trusted himself enough to speak again. Once he'd swallowed the thick, bitter liquid and quickly followed that with another drag from his joint to induce the massive head rush that soon followed, Cal passed the joint to Joey and leaned back on his hands.

"Is it weird? Being a reincarnate here?" Before his question could be mistaken for trying to share some feelings or some shit, Callum immediately clarified. "Kind of just feels like the same old shit, just a different day here, while everywhere else people are living in a fucking fairytale world now. It's fucking stupid."

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[info]fucked4life
2020-01-07 04:22 am UTC (link)
Joey took a hit from the joint before he answered, held the smoke in while he didn't know what the fuck to say.

If he and Callum weren't just fucking, Joey could've told him about Thomas. The way he was living that fucking reincarnate fairytale while Joey was stuck here like nothing had ever fucking changed. Going to New York, meeting all of Thomas's friends, that'd just proved one thing to Joey: he was fucking trash that should never try to crawl out of the southside because there was no fucking way he could fit into all of that shit.

He couldn't fucking tell Callum about that though. He wasn't going to talk about being in his best friend's wedding. He wasn't going to tell him about Thomas, fucking period.

Joey passed the joint back. "What the fuck did you expect? You turn out to be some kinda superhero and go save the world and shit?"

That shit didn't happen to people like Joey. It happened to people like Thomas. And if maybe he thought it should've happened to someone like Ian, if Callum was as much like Ian as Joey was afraid he was, he wasn't gonna say it.

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