Thomas James "TJ" Hammond (renegadeson) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-07-15 19:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, tj hammond |
Who: TJ Hammond & Random NPC
What: It's the morning after and it's time for the mask to go back on
When: 15th July, early morning
Where: TJ's apartment
Rating/Warnings: PG | Language, references to sex, and some self loathing
Status: Narrative | Complete
It's early, too early, but then TJ for all his flaws has never been somebody who can linger in bed for too long, especially when he isn't alone. His bed fellow, some random guy, whose name he can't remember is still sleeping. Snoring even. It would be cute if it wasn't so annoying and TJ doesn't care enough to excuse it so the guy has to go. Sooner rather than later.
Honestly last night is a blur and he can't remember if what happened between them was even any good and that in itself is a really poor recommendation for letting the guy stay for longer than is absolutely necessary. With cigarette hanging out of his mouth and underwear now in place TJ walks around to close his hand around the other man's arm to give him a firm shake as it seemed he did in fact sleep like the dead.
"Hey," he muttered. "You gotta wake up."
Nothing. Not even a flutter of his eyelashes. Fucking hell.
TJ is officially annoyed and it's beyond screwed up because if memory serves correctly he's the one who aggressively pursued the other man but that's just how it is. That was then, this is now, and right now TJ wants him gone so he can go back to living a life that doesn't invite complication because that's what every guy is to him, a complication. There's never been one that can and does hold his interest for long enough that he feels like he wants to buck the trend and longstanding agreement with his father about keeping certain proclivities behind closed doors.
Fine, he won't wake up on his own then TJ's going to make sure he woke up, cold water was good for that, and he should know because it's exactly how his mother woke him up on more than one occasion when he was younger and had absolutely no desire to go to school. A flick of ash, the filling of a glass, and the unceremonious dumping of it over the sleeping man heralds a litany of curse words from the man in question before he fixes TJ with those green eyes of his (those had been what had hooked TJ in the first place) and says, "what the fuck?"
"You need to leave," TJ states, cool and collected, like he and the guy didn't share a night together. "Like now."
"What, why?"
Cue a sigh and an exasperated expression from TJ. "Because I'm telling you to." He flicks ash into the waiting ashtray, picks up the discarded clothes he knows don't belong to him and then tosses them at the guy. "Get dressed and leave."
The guy still looks at him like he's grown six heads and when he's given a look, a cold indifferent look, a look that TJ knows how to do so well because it's the same look his father gives him whenever he doesn't approve of something he's doing, the guy just shakes his head. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"
"Whatever," TJ answers easily with a roll of his eyes.
The guy thankfully doesn't waste any time in pulling on clothing and making for the door but not before he pauses and throws a look at TJ over his shoulder. "God, you're a joke."
"You're still here?" TJ asks, turning to lift his eyebrows.
The guy scoffs and leaves, door slamming in his wake, and TJ just pulls in a breath as he threads his fingers into his hair. The familiar feeling of disappointment settling into the pit of his stomach but he pushes it away, focuses instead on finding the nearest bottle to start his morning off right.
Sometimes the only answers were at the bottom.