Garret J. Foss (cant_touchthis) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-08-12 09:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | garret, rorie |
Sunday September 15th 2019
Who: Garret and Rorie
What: Rorie wakes up in Garret's apartment
Where: Garret's apartment
When: Morning
Rating: NSFW
Rorie had gone out to the other lycans like everyone else did on the full. He shifted and after that it was a bit hazy. There wasn't much he did remember after the fur came out, but what he did remember was that he was not anywhere near a pile of dirty socks, let alone a possibly freezing room. Wait, room? Blinking as he slowly uncurled his form, Rorie looked around confused. It looked familiar, yet different. Sitting up, he looked around the room taking everything in before realizing he had a familiar smell about him too. Freezing, he looked towards the bed and spotted the still sleeping Garret. Swallowing hard, he couldn't do anything but just sit and stare as he tried not to breath too loud, scared it would wake Garret up.
Rorie was lucky that his breathing didn't wake Garret up. Almost anything did, these days. But he had been awake until this morning doing some reading for his class that he had been neglecting to do for the entire week, and also possibly keeping an eye on his new house guest. Somehow, Rorie had ended up in his desk, and he couldn't in good conscience just leave the little lemur in there. So he had brought Rorie home, and after wrestling with Pais to keep him from eating Rorie, things had settled and everyone had had some bananas and then gone to sleep.
But of course, Rorie was up now, and human, which woke up Pais and made the idiot start barking, which made Garret sit up like a bolt. Groping at the bedside table, he grasped the gold wire framed glasses that sat there and slipped them on, blinking a few times before his focus settled on the naked man in his laundry pile. "Oh," he breathed, relieved, "just you. There's pants on the... thingie..." One hand waved in a general 'thingie' direction while the other scrubbed at his face while he got to his feet, padding toward the kitchen and mumbling something about "idiot dog".
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Keeping stock still, like that would keep Garret from seeing him.Rorie's hair hung in his face a bit as he watched the other like a scared rabbit would a dog. Speaking of the dog that was barking at his sudden awakening, he jerked and covered his rather sensitive ears when Pais started to bark. When Garret got up to go out of the room, that was when he finally unfroze and figured out he was naked. Naked and around Garret.
Getting up, he shivered a bit as his body tried to warm him. Rorie went to the 'thingie,' which was a laundry hamper, and pulled out a pair of Garret's running pants. They were clean, which didn't surprise Rorie as Garret usually just did laundry and kept them in the same basket. Searching some more, he found a hoodie and slipped it on before he skittered out to look for Garret.
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Pais hopped down from the bed to sniff at Rorie as he changed, confused as to how it was that he smelled like a lemur but he didn't look like a lemur. Baffling indeed. But his attention span was short, and Garret was cooking in the kitchen, so off he trotted, leaving Rorie alone.
In the kitchen, Garret had started the coffee pot and was currently slicing up apples and bananas while the crepe pan heated up. Looking up when Rorie walked in, he offered a nod, looked down again, then raised his gaze again. For a moment he just studied Rorie, standing there, then broke into a fond, sad smile. "Wow," he said. "That look."
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The clothes were a bit baggy on Rorie. Even with his muscles becoming larger, he still wasn't as broad as Garret. They hung off him sort of like how they used to. Seeing Garret see him, Rorie froze again. His hands began to nervously play with the hem of the hoody, the arms coming down over Rorie's hands a bit. He remembered the hoodie, having worn it a lot in the winter, and how he'd stretched it out to do that. He wanted something to come up and swallow him, so the hoodie had.
"Wh-what look?" He asked quietly, shuffling a bit as he looked down and around nervously. Just like the first time they'd met. "What-what about it?"
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It was more like their first meeting than Rorie would ever know. Except, of course, back then Garret wouldn't be caught dead wearing his glasses around the kid. But he was older now, and Rorie already knew most of his secrets. What was he going to do, judge him? Allowing himself to stare just a moment more, Garret forced his eyes to drop, though he kept Rorie in his peripherals. "Baltimore," he said simply. "The way you looked, like a fish out of water. Uncomfortable in your own clothing, in your own body... like you had no idea what to do around me." Wiping the knife on the dish rag hanging on the stove handle, Garret held a hand over the crepe pan, then reached into a cabinet for batter and a bowl. "I'm not gonna bite, Rorie. You can sit down, or have some juice."
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"I don't," Rorie murmured into the hoodie, already playing turtle and retreating into it slightly. This wasn't like him. He was usually very strong and sturdy, stoic and broody almost. He hadn't been very nervous/fidgety in a long time. Usually when he was uncomfortable, he just found a way out of the situation with a comment and move on. He couldn't do that here. Rorie felt like he had back in Baltimore all over again. Even at nearly , he was feeling like a nervous teen. Rorie even still looked like one almost.
Taking a seat as quietly as he could at the table, Rorie didn't know what to say or how to say it if he did, so he kept as quiet as possible just taking things in. He wanted to know how he ended up there, but his voice was caught up in his nerves, so he stayed still and looked around.
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The tension radiating from Rorie was palpable, and Garret felt like he needed to wave his hands about to shoo it away so he could get cooking. With a small sigh, he made a quick detour to the fridge to grab the can of pineapple juice, setting it and two glasses in front of Rorie. "Pour," he instructed, figuring that giving Rorie a task might lessen his nervousness. "You were curled up in my desk drawer, in my office. You usually ended up in a pile of my shirts, back at the house, so I guess you smelled me and decided that's where you wanted to go. I brought you here because, well... I don't know where you live. And I didn't think it would be right leaving you in my office where you wouldn't have any clothing."
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Eyes going wide a moment as juice and glasses were set in front of him, Rorie took a second before doing as he was told.
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"I. . . was?" He asked as he set the juice down for a moment as he listened to Garret's explanation. "I wonder how I got there," he murmured as he stood up and put the juice back in the fridge. It made sense. It was his first full back at TJS and he'd always been with Garret during them, so why wouldn't he try to find Garret as a lemur? Thinking about it, he chewed his lip for a moment before finally looking at Garret. "Thank you," Rorie said as he stood across the table from him. "It would have been awkward and I would have broken your desk probably if you had left me."
Taking a seat at the table, he rested his head against the back of the seat, sitting sideways in the chair. Maybe he could make conversation if Garret could, but he didn't want to discuss his date with Mark or his and Mal's day. "How. . . How was hanging out with Finn?" He asked.
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If there was one thing Garret could do, it was make conversation. He was good at it, got paid to do it. He could smooth things over like a Zamboni in a hockey rink. "It was less drunk than normal," he said plainly of his night out with Finn, not even acknowledging Rorie's thanks. Rorie would never have to thank him for Garret just acting like a decent person. "He made fun of my age, he blathered on about his girlfriend, I listened and lectured him. About how it usually goes." Stirring the batter, Garret let it dribble off the spoon to test its thinness, and, seemingly satisfied, poured a small circle onto the pan and spread it out with a tiny wooden spatula. "Apple and banana crepes," he said, "pineapple juice. And a ham steak, and I know you don't like meat right after the full but your iron levels always plummeted and you felt tired so you need some meat and some protein." After a pause, he groaned a little. "Jesus, I sound like Connie."
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"I'll probably call him tomorrow or Tuesday so he can see Eileen," Rorie said, nodding a bit. "He usually makes a day for her before going to see Dad." Now whether or not Rorie was apart of that day depended on his work schedule and usually he wasn't. His head resting on the back of the chair, the nervousness was leaving as he started to get tired again like Garret said. Stupid iron. Making a face at the ham steak, he didn't say anything against it. "You're better looking than her," Rorie said before he stopped himself. It was a split second before he started to turtle into the hoodie again, trying to play it off as being cold.
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Chuckling, Garret was sincere in his thanks for the compliment. "She's seventy-eight, has a bad shoulder and arthritis, and I think she's starting to go blind. I really hope I look better than she does." Adding a spoonful of apple and banana mix to the crepe, Garret drizzled on a bit of honey, rolled it up with the spatula and slipped it onto a plate, then slid it over to Rorie. "Bon appétit, mon chéri," he purred with a wink, setting up the next one.
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Listening, Rorie looked at the steaming plate of food before he tried to reign in his usual vacuuming method of eating. It was hot and he was still very tired. He didn't want to over stay his welcome though or let Garret think that he was going to be weird about his clothes. Blowing on his crepe a bit, he bit into it and chewed for a few moments before swallowing.
"I'll head back to my place after breakfast and bring back your clothes later today," he said, even though he really just wanted to curl up somewhere warm and comfy and just sleep.
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Staying quiet as long as Rorie did, Garret worked methodically, going over last night's reading in his head and completely and blatantly ignoring the fact that Rorie was here, in his kitchen, in his clothing, and he looked damn adorable. He looked so young, and meek, like he had all those years ago.
"Okay," he replied, pausing a moment from cooking to take a drink of his juice. "You probably want to get back to your place, take a nap." There was a pause, as Garret looked down into his drink and pointedly not at Rorie, before he added "Or you could stay."
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Taking another bite, Rorie chewed slowly, letting his mind wander a bit to a place that he didn't have to think too much after he said he'd leave. He didn't expect the invitation to stay. Staying quiet a bit longer, he swallowed and took a sip of juice. "I. . . I don't want to be in the way if you have things to do," he said looking at his plate, occasionally glancing at Garret. As scary as it was to stay with Garret, Rorie was beat. His sudden spark when he woke up was wearing off and he was starting to crash again.
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It was a stupid invitation and Garret knew it. Of course Rorie didn't want to stay. It was still awkward between them, and he looked exhausted and worn out and he probably wanted to be left alone. But Garret couldn't help himself. He wanted Rorie to stay here with him, even if only the day, even if all he did was sleep. He just wanted him here. But the smart thing to do would be to let this drop, let Rorie leave because he wanted to.
"I'm just reading today," he shrugged, keeping his gaze on anywhere but Rorie. "A few text books. I probably have to go to the store later, Stupid needs more chew toys, he shredded the last one. But..." Turing off the crepe pan, Garret set the three he'd made in the interim on the table, an invitation for Rorie to have another if he wanted it. "Nothing you'd be interrupting. I just remember that you were either exhausted or ravenous the day after you shifted, and you never wanted to get out of bed to eat. So I'd bring you things. It seemed easier than making you get up and wear yourself out."
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Listening, Rorie finished off his crepe and licking his lips and fingers a bit before nodding. He was torn. Half of him wanted to run away as fast and far as he could, the other half wanting to just slink back to the pile of clothes and pass out. "Okay," he said before grabbing another crepe. Usually it was Mal taking care of him, but when Mal went back to TJS, Rorie did the fulls on his own and usually he locked himself in his bedroom and slept the entire day after. "I'll stay," he said, rubbing at his eyes before taking a bite of his second crepe. "I don't think I'd make it to my apartment across the lawn," he mumbled, chewing just enough so he could hurry up and swallow it.
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Garret couldn't hide the grin that spread over his face, but he did well to swallow it back down the second it appeared. He didn't want to look eager. "Okay," he said casually, slicing up the ham steak and tossing a few pieces down to Pais. "Lucky for you, this guy is pretty warm, and he thinks you're great. Well... he thinks human you is great. He hasn't stopped watching you the entire morning. But he thinks you as a lemus is probably the Antichrist."
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"I haven't been around a dog when I shifted since Pete died about five years ago," Rorie said. He missed the hell out of that dopey dog and so did Eileen. "Unless you count Mal because I needed a place to shift. Then when we broke up and he started working here again, I just locked myself in my bedroom," he said. People left and dogs died, so he had to move on and adapt.
"He's a pretty good guy," Rorie said patting his leg, signaling Pais to come over for pets and head scratches. "He didn't eat me after all."
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Pais was surprised and more than eager for scratches, and he trotted over and plopped his head on Rorie's knee, letting his tongue hang out a bit. Garret grimmaced slightly. "I'm sorry to hear about Pete," he said, cutting off a ppiece of ham for himself, and a sizeable cunk for Rorie's plate. "I thought that thing would live forever. Live, and drool. And laze around like a lump of dumb."
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"Big dogs like him don't live for very long. Maybe ten years. He was already about two when you got him," Rorie said. He just had the vet come get Pete when he wouldn't wake up one day and told Eileen when she got home that night. Pete had been with Rorie through some of the hardest times of his life and now he was gone. Leaving half a crepe on his plate, he nursed his juice a bit so he could think of something else other than his dead dog. He instead focused on the live dog that seemed to have fallen in love with him because of the head scratches. "I think i may just pass out at your table," he said as he set his juice down, leaning against the back of the chair again.
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Pointing his fork at Pais, Garret gave the dog a stern look. "You'll be lucky to get ten years," he said with a grunt. Pais stared up at Garret with an endearing mix of adoration and dumb. Garret sighed, and hand fed him another piece of ham. "No bed until you eat some ham," he told Rorie sternly, scratching his dog's chin before polishing off the rest of his juice, then gathering dishes to put in the sink. "Protein."
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Grumbling a bit, Rorie picked up his hand and took a big bite, taking his sweet time in chewing. "There. A bit of ham," he mumbled as he took a bite of his crepe and another to finish it off along with his juice. The meat left a weird taste in his mouth and he wanted it out, using his food and drink to get that salty taste out of his mouth.
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Frowning, Garret made a noise. "Don't get snippy at me," he grunted. "It was either that or steak, and you never eat steak after the full. I thought the ham would go well with the pineapple."
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Grunting right back, Rorie ate one more bite of ham before calling it good. "M'done," he mumbled as he started to get up, picking his dishes up. The plate with a little more than half the ham he was given was slightly concealed from Garret. Rorie was sneaky about it because he was just like that. The less meat the better.
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Rorie wasn't fooling anybody. Having had a teenaged daughter, even briefly, Garret was all too aware of how sneakiness worked. He chose not to harp on the chunk of ham still sitting on the plate, but he mumbled softly "Peanut butter at lunch, you brat." That kid needed protein one way or another. "I'll take your plate, you go ahead and lay down on the bed. I'll bring you some water in a bit."
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"Mkay," Rorie said. He could deal with peanut butter if he got up later. As long as it wasn't meat. Letting Garret take the plates, he washed his hands of possible sticky from the honey before he shuffled his way back to Garret's room. Standing there a moment, he plotted his plan of attack. Garret always slept on the right side of the bed, but he wouldn't be sleeping. So, he had free reign over the bed. Chewing on his lip, Rorie slipped under the cover onto the left side of the bed. Snuggling down under the covers and getting comfortable, he closed his eyes and laid there resting, if not sleeping a bit.
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After cleaning up, and loading the dishwasher, Garret paced around the kitchen a few times to stall having to go into his bedroom to get his book. Why had he asked Rorie to stay? What the hell was he thinking? His ex husband was laying there in his bed, only twenty feet away, and it was taking all Garret had not to climb into that bed with him and kiss all over his body.
No, bad thoughts. Shaking those thoughts and feelings away, Garret tiptoed quietly into his room, moving silently and hissing a "Hush!" at Pais before the moron started barking from his place at the foot of the bed. Grabbing his book from the bedside table, Garret paused for a moment, watching the figure laying in the bed. He looked so beautiful, and small, and Garret wanted to wrap his arms around the boy. Biting his bottom lip, he forced himself to turn away, to leave the room and set himself up on the couch. If he just stayed away, kept a distance between them, he would be fine.
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Rorie drifted off to sleep easily. He always did after the full, but after a few years he started to get restless. Since Mal went to TJS and he did fulls on his own, he didn't sleep so well and he usually just lazed around, looking at the ceiling. He never got over not having someone lay with him. So, Rorie did just that, flipping and flopping a bit before grabbing a pillow and curling around it and hoping for something other than tired, restless flopping around.
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Pais was more than willing to be Rorie's cuddle buddy. After watching the strange animal person flopping around in his bed, the canine leapt up and trotted over awkwardly, whining a little before plunking himself down at Rorie's back, his big dumb head settling on the pillow and his cold nose right at the base of Rorie's neck. This animal person smelled very interesting.
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"Ho!" Rorie grunted as Pais decided he would be Rorie's cuddle partner. Not exactly what he wanted since the dog was rather heavy on his tired body. "Garret," he moaned, unable to wiggle enough with the large dog on him and his rather wet and cold nose in his back.
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From the living room, Garret heard a faint, grunting noise of displeasure, and he sighed wearily. Pais. Of course it was Pais. Setting down his book and taking off his glasses, he padded to his bedroom and couldn't help but laugh at what he saw. "You moron," he chuckled, sliding an arm beneath Pais and hoisting him up, carrying him to the rarely used dog bed. "Nobody likes your cold nose on their neck. Not even the cat monkey."
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"Thanks," Rorie said, flopping onto his back before rubbing his face. The dog looked confused when he was picked up and plopped onto his own bed. "While I like dogs, I prefer them to not be on me when I'm trying to sleep," he said, sitting up a bit. Now he was up, more awake. Damn it. "What're you reading?" Rorie asked. "You came in and picked up a book earlier."
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Pais was confused. Rorie was sleeping in his bed, and he was being put on the bed that was for his toys. Why would Garret do that to him? It was very unfair, and he hiffed an exhausted sigh before closing his eyes and going to sleep.
Once Pais was settled, Garret was ready to go, but Rorie asked him a question and he paused in the doorway, leaning against it. "It's just a book for a class," he said, almost shy in admitting it. "I'm studying law. Gradually working towards a degree. Just... filling up my time, mostly, since..." Since I swore off relationships. Garret had found himself with a lot of excess cash and time without having someone to spend it all on.
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"Since you probably won't die," Rorie nodded. Even if he didn't know the real reason, it was a good reason. "Going to be a lawyer when you grow up?" He asked, giving Garret a tired grin. It was kind of a sneaky way to talk to the other since he couldn't sleep, even in Garret's bed where he felt the most comfortable.
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"Right." That had been a factor as well. It had dawned on Garret a few years ago, all at once and in a semi exhausted stupor, that he was going to live forever. And it had scared him so much that he'd bought a gun the next day and, after the waiting period to actually receive it, went out in a field and shot himself. It was horrifically daunting, thinking about forever as an inevitability. So he did his best not to, and instead filled his time in projects with a forseeable goal.
"I had once thought about being a lawyer a long time ago, but then Maxwell said that it was a very practical idea, so I'd ditched it." He gave a small, sheepish grin. "But since he's dead now, I don't have to worry about accidentally making him proud."
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"Yeah," Rorie nodded. He himself read a lot. Despite popular belief he ended up spending his free time that he wasn't sleeping or watching his crime shows, reading anything he could. He'd thought of going back to school himself, but hadn't gone much further than that. There was the money issues, what to do with Eileen, how he'd juggle going to work, raising a daughter, and school without going insane. Just too many issues. So, he stuck to reading books of Mandy's or Grant's that he borrowed when they were done.
"Which book is it?" He didn't think he'd know it, but he was mostly curious.
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"Cases and Materials on Criminal Law." It was unlikely that Rorie would know the book, it was one of those eternally dull student books that Garret was having a hard time getting through. But there was no point in not telling him. Still, it seemed like Rorie was stalling. He had come in here to sleep, and he was definitely not sleeping. "You're not tired," he decided, not a question at all. "Come out to the living room, we'll watch bad movies and I'll make you a snack."
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"I am, I just. . . Can't sleep," Rorie admitted bashfully. "Always have some trouble." Listening to what Garret proposed, he nodded. "Alright, maybe something like that would help," he said, getting up and slowly shuffling over to Garret.
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"What kind of movies do you have? Did you say something about a snack?" He asked as he passed the other to the living room.
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With a chuckle normally reserved for Sim, Garret followed Rorie out of the bedroom, heading to the kitchen while the other went to the living room. "My collection of DVDs is along the wall over there," he said, pointing toward the shelf that covered an entire wall to the living room. No doubt Rorie would pick something he had seen a hundred thousand times before, because he wasn't really interested in watching. What he really wanted was company, and movies were a decent enough excuse to be near someone without having to make conversation.
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Going to Garret's collections, he looked at a few titles and used his powers to pull them out and look at them as they revolved around around his head. It had been a while since he'd seen some of these and he figured it was time to pull out an old, but good movie. Putting the others back, he put Indiana Jones in. It was half way entertaining so if Garret or Rorie decided to watch it, they could without being bored.
Taking the blanket, he plopped down on the couch. Getting comfortable he didn't want to stare or look like he was waiting for Garret.
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Emerging from the kitchen, Garret sat down beside Rorie and rested a plate on the coffee table. On it was a pile of dried banana chips, a stack of graham crackers, and two cut up raw hot dogs. "For Pais," he explained, and as if by some magic spell, the dog appeared beside him and sat, staring expectantly. He didn't steal a piece from the plate, but the way his eyes kept twitching toward it, he was definitely thinking about it.
"So what'd you pick?" Garret asked, feeding the pieces to Pais while the movie started up.
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"Indiana Jones. First one. It's easy to watch and slightly entertaining if I still can't sleep," Rorie said as he floated a few banana chips over to him before putting one in his mouth to chew. "Been a while since I've seen it too. it's on low so it won't distract you too much from your reading."
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Once Pais was satisfied, Garret grabbed his book and sat back, flipping open to the bookmarked page. "Don't worry about me, I can tune just about anything out. When you have a young daughter, you learn to do that really well." Putting his feet up on the coffee table, Garret set the book in his lap, his eyes scanning the page in front of him. "You have no idea how amazingly glorious Rudy Masterson's ass was in . But I sure do."
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"I also have that amazing ability," Rorie chuckled softly. "Who?" He asked, looking over at Garret and his book. "Who's Rudy Masterson?" His attention from napping and the movie moved to Garret's voice as he listened to him. It was different than just laying there in bed and smelling him. He could see and hear him now as well and that. . . That was frighteningly calming. Rorie tried to push it away, but he couldn't. Now that it wasn't so awkward or moving somewhere he couldn't see, he could easily just be with Garret.
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"I've no idea," Garret told him flatly. "Some guy that she had a thing for. He left a few years ago. But she was over him by then, so..." With a shrug, he finished "I dunno. I don't know why I bothered telling you this. I didn't even care when she was telling me, so I don't know why you'd want to hear it second hand." He was very aware of Rorie being close next to him, which made his pulse a little higher than he would have liked it. It had been so many years since they had done this, something as simple as watching a movie. He had missed this. He had mised Rorie.
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"You wanted to say it, no reason not to," Rorie said as he shrugged. He was very tempted to lay his head against Garret's shoulder, just like he always had. It was very hard to resist the temptation. Eating another banana chip, he moved his eyes back to the movie instead of lingering about his thoughts of yesterday.
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With a tight, dry laugh, Garret flipped a page in his book. "If we just said everything we wanted to say, the world would be a much different place." It was meant as a general statement, but it was loaded, heavy between them. Clearing his throat, Garret tried to seem nonchalant, casual about their circumstance. He could fake it, he knew he could. "So, you don't remember anything about last night, right?"
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'No," Rorie said as he shook his head. "I don't ever really. I remember changing in the quad, but that's it." It was weird not remembering anything, he hated it, but it was just how it was. "I didn't do anything weird did I?" He asked, glancing at Garret. "Well, weirder."
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There was a long pause, and it seemed Garret was too absorbed in his reading to answer. But finally, as the opening sequence of the film came to an end, he said finally "No. You were exactly how I remember. You bit my ear and chirped at me."
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"Good. I don't really know and I didn't want to film myself," Rorie said, popping another chip into his mouth. Chewing, he watched the movie. The warm body next to him felt nice. Like it had with Mark, but different. Mark was something he wasn't sure of yet and neither was Garret, but Garret was familiar and something he craved. Yawning, he shifted, his knee barely touching Garret's thigh as he watched the movie.
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Self control. Garret had gained quite a bit of it over the years, but not enough to deal with something like this. There had always been something about Rorie, some kind of magnetism to him, something that made him almost irresistable. The light touch to his thigh did not go unnoticed, and Garret swallowed. Finally, after another few moments, Garret closed his book and dropped it to the floor. Shifting himself, he slipped an arm behind Rorie's back, drawing him closer and pulling him against Garret's body, the younger man's head resting against his shoulder.
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Rorie couldn't figure out what the hell had just happened. First, he was watching the movie under a blanket, then he was pulled to Garret like he was a life preserver. Rorie didn't say anything as he stayed still a few beats before leaning into the older man and nuzzling against his neck. If Garret was going to hold him like this, this it was a safe bet that boundaries and walls were coming down.
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Even though so many years had passed, and so much distance had been between them, just holding Rorie like this felt like the most natural thing in the world. He just fit easily in Garret's arms, like he belonged there. With a small sigh, Garret wrapped his arms tight around Rorie, holding him closely, breathing him in. The movie was still going, but it was pretty much ignored by now.
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Being full and tired, along with the lingering effects of the moon, Rorie wasn't sure what he was doing. This was Garret! They had broken up years ago and Mandy had said it was for the best. After all, if Garret hadn't stayed around back then, why would he now? This logic was thrown out the window when Garret hold him close and tight. It was too familiar for him to do anything else, but react like he had used to. Nearly climbing into his lap, Rorie shifted to swing his leg over Garret's legs so he could get closer.
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Rorie at least had the excuse of the full, he was exhausted and wasn't thinking clearly. Garret's mind was pretty sharp despite how little he'd slept the night before and he knew all the repercussions of what they were doing. But he had always had a hard time saying no to bad ideas. Over the years he'd improved on it, was a lot better at impulse control, but it seemed Rorie had been grandfathered in. And now here he was, pulling Rorie onto his lap, holding him close and was about ten seconds away from kissing him. He knew it was such a bad idea, impossibly bad, but... Well, there was no reason for him to proceed other than want. Stupid, adolescent, selfish want.
And so he did kiss him, raising a hand to gently touch Rorie's chin, turning his face until their lips could meet.
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It was like a dream. something he'd dreamt of so many times over the years. so many arguements for and against it ran through his head as he was pulled into Garret's lap. Everything was thrown out as soon as the older man's lips touched his. Closing his eyes, he leaned into the kiss. Rorie's body relaxed into Garret's as his hands slid up to cup the older man's face as he deepened the kiss.
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There had been a moment when Garret thought, or maybe hoped, that Rorie would put a stop to this. But he didn't, and a mix of relief and anxiety swelled inside him. Sighing softly, Garret let his eyes fall closed, his tongue tracing along the line of Rorie's full lip. "Hm," he moaned, the hand on Rorie's waist tightening slightly, drawing him as close as humanly possible. Even just this, just kissing him, was setting Garret's heartbeat so fast he thought it might burst. Oh, this was so wrong, and so perfect.
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Opening his lips and welcoming Garret's warm tongue into his mouth. It was hot and tasted like their breakfast, a hint of pineapple still lingering. Returning the moan, Rorie shifted to let Garret pull him closer and tighter. It felt like he couldn't get close enough. Fingers slipping up and into Garret's hair, Rorie moaned softly as slipped his own tongue into Garret's mouth. It was intoxicating and all logic of why this was bad or good wasn't being considered. All that mattered was the warm body between his legs.
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All it took was that warm tongue, and those soft noises, and Garret lost himself. He couldn't think anymore, all he could do was react. Growling softly, Garret pushed Rorie back onto the couch, climbing over him and covering the smaller man's body with his own, never breaking that kiss. He didn't care if he never breathed again, he just needed those lips on his. Both his hands moved over Rorie's body, the zipper of the sweatshirt pulled down slowly, revealing his chest inch by inch. Garret put a hand over Rorie's heart, fingers curling against the skin as though trying to hold onto it, to capture the heartbeat in his palm, keep it forever.
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Grunting as he was pushed, Rorie let Garret lead him. The hoodie was getting hot and like Garret had read his mind, he'd slowly worked the zipper down, exposing his skin. The touch and curl of Garret's fingers were driving him mad. All he could think about was the other man's body and what it was doing to him. The kiss felt like it was never ending and he hoped that it never did. Rorie's own hands decided to grasp at Garret's hair and his side, snaking under his shirt so Rorie could feel the other's skin as well.
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With a deep, shuddering inhale, Garret broke from Rorie's lips, though only to press his own in quick, heated trails over the other's neck and rapidly exposing shoulder. He shrugged out of his own shirt, letting Rorie undress him, pushing Rorie's sweatshirt open so their chests could press together. He felt warm, and exhausted, and alive, conflicting thoughts and emotions buzzing all throughout him. Panting slightly, Garret made his way down Rorie's body, his tongue flicking over the nipple that once held a silver hoop through it. He was almost disappointed not to find it there.
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When the kiss broke, to let Garret's shirt fly off to the other side of the room, Rorie was panting and felt like he might burst into flames at any moment. He moaned and whimpered softly as that skilled tongue found his nipple that used to be pierced. He didn't know whether it was because it was Garret or because it was still a sensitive spot, but he let out a strangled cry from the sensitivity of it. The jogging pants were becoming a thin barrier to his cock that was getting harder with all the rapid blood flow and the lust seeping out of either of them.
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Reaching between them, Garret squeezed the bulge in Rorie's pants, groaning deep in his throat. How many nights had his hand wrapped around this, stroked it roughly, brought out the cries and groans from Rorie's lips? He had missed this, every second of this. Another tight squeeze, another cry from Rorie, another rough groan from Garret.
An angry, menacing bark from Pais.
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It was nearly too much. Rorie was a hot, writihing mess beneath Garret and the older man had complete control over him. He was remembering every time this happened, every time he was in the dark of their room with Garret and the other was making him feel like nothing else. His head had gone right back to those moments and thinking clearly wasn't on the agenda. He barely even registered Pais barking as he cried out as he was squeezed again.
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With an angry, deep growl, Garret broke contact with Rorie just long enough to snap his fingers at Pais, shooting him a death glare and sending him trotting off to the bedroom. He didn't care if the dog watched at this point, just so long as he shut up. Garret wanted only to focus on Rorie, on the lithe, smooth form beneath his fingertips. Licking his lips, Garret raked four fingers down Rorie's stomach, his nails scratching lightly until they reached the waistband of his pants. Hooking his fingertips beneath, he started pulling them down, his mouth following down as the skin was uncovered, immediately taking the tip to Rorie's hardened cock into his lips.
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Rorie nearly came right then. To have that hot mouth on his cock, so familiar and yet strange to him as it suckled on his head. "Garret," he moaned, threading his fingers through the other man's hair as he watched the other. Panting heavily now, practically rock hard, he whimpered as his body reacted to everything Garret did.
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Hearing his name only made Garret want to work harder, coax more noises from him. In one motion he took all of Rorie down his throat, sucking hard, his hands taking a grip on Rorie's hips to hold him steady as his mouth worked desperately up and down the shaft. He tasted exactly like Garret remembered, smelled the same. It was all so familiar, so perfect, he had to remember to breathe or else it would just catch in his chest and make him lightheaded.
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Gasping and panting, ready to climax any second, Rorie's eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to keep from going too soon. "Fuck! I'm-I'm gonna cum!" He cried out, whining as he gripped Garret's shoulders hard as he kept trying to keep his orgasm at bay. Just a bit longer, just so he could enjoy this and it didn't dissipate too quickly.
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Groaning, his throat and tongue vibrating from the noise, Garret worked even harder. He didn't care that this was only lasting a few moments, he didn't care if his own arousal was neglected, he didn't care about any of it. He wanted to bring this pleasure to Rorie, to hear those moans, feel that body tightened, give all the signs that he was about to explode in pleasure, to give in completely to it. He loved this feeling, loved the feel of the man beneath him, clinging and writhing and moaning and whining. Rorie was close, he could tell, and he wanted to hear it. He wanted to feel it.
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A choked out cry came from Rorie as he went rigid, feeling himself being thrown off the edge. Gasping and panting right before, he gripped Garret's shoulders hard before he shot his load down into Garret's ready throat. Getting Garret's name out in a yell/moan, Rorie sucked in a breath and panted hard as he shook and shivered in the older man's mouth and hands. His chest was heaving as he melted into a puddle onto the couch. It was such a familiar feelings that he didn't have a thought or care in the world right then. All he knew was that he was with Garret and he'd just came like that for the first time in nearly ten years.
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Swallowing as fast as Rorie was giving, Garret was breathing hard through his nose, holding tight to the other until he rode out his orgasm. Finally, when he felt Rorie's body go soft beneath him, he pulled back, licking his lips and pressing a few kisses low on Rorie's belly. Crawling up his body, Garret kissed and caressed a few places, moving himself beside Rorie and laying an arm over him, wedging himself between Rorie and the back of the couch. It was cramped, but it didn't matter, because he drew Rorie as close to him as he could manage. Right then, in that moment, he wasn't going to let go. Ever. They could die on this couch for all he cared.
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Rorie didn't mind being shuffled again. He was too tired now. Definitely. The movie was still going on, about a third of the way through. Which wasn't too bad. Feeling Garret cuddle up with him on the couch, squeezing between the back of the couch and him. It made him feel safe and wanted and everything it should have, but at the same time not. Worries started to seep into his brain. Like if this was a one time thing because he was just there or because this was what Garret did. Flings.
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With more shifting, and more squishing, Garret turned Rorie to face him, wrapping his arms tight around that small, slim body. Kissing his forehead, Garret sighed, letting his eyes fall closed. He wanted to say so much right now, tell Rorie that he loved him, that he missed him, that this was what he wanted. But he couldn't bring himself to say it. So instead he stayed silent, and just held Rorie close, breathing him in.
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The anxiety was building in his belly, making he want to run. When Rorie was turned, he let out a small coo. A kiss on the forehead and Rorie felt like he was being duped. Walls he'd built up so high and thick were just brought down with a look or a kiss. Garret had left him before, hadn't said a word to him for nearly ten years, then drunk dials him and just tears into him. Now? Now they're on Garret's couch after a blow job. Every instinct was telling Rorie to run, even if that small voice in his head that wanted Garret so badly to tell him that he wanted him still was screaming at the top of its lungs. Rorie simply stared at Garret, wide awake now.
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While Rorie was completely awake, Garret was exhausted. He felt satisfied, and happy. Slowly, he was falling asleep, letting himself be comfortable and happy for a while, knowing that there would be a mess to clean up later, but for now all he needed was to be here with Rorie. They could deal with this later, when they woke up. It could wait until then.
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It was a few minutes, maybe five, before Rorie was perfectly sure that Garret was asleep. He couldn't stay. It would be too awkward and Rorie couldn't deal with being rejected again. Not by Garret. So, he slowly and carefully moved out of Garret's grasp. Putting a throw pillow where he'd been, Rorie pulled up his pants and pulled on the hoodie that had gone to the floor. Zipping it up, he snapped his fingers at Pais before the dog started barking. It didn't matter if Rorie wanted this to be something, anything, because it probably wasn't. It was Garret after all. How many times had Rorie gotten his hopes up and then smashed?
He couldn't do it again. Going to the door, he quietly unlocked it and stepped out. Rorie didn't care if he was barefoot or not. Using his powers, he locked the door back up again and quickly left the building back to his own, not looking back.