Jesus Christ (
forallyoucare) wrote2017-01-10 12:08 pm
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JC wasn’t sure when the voices started. They popped up here or there in his childhood, usually egging him on to do something dangerous. His mum use to say that he was playing with an imaginary friend, but the voice was never a solid thing to run down to the corner shop with or to throw sticks in the river with when the other boys in the neighborhood thought he was too weird or creepy to hang around with. The voice never stuck around either so JC couldn’t exactly blame it. And he sounded mad when he did.
After a rather detrimental and insistent period in his teenage years, culminating in one very big adventure that nearly gave his parents a heart attack when the voice demanded that he go all the way to the city for a few days without telling anyone, it disappeared for a long, long time.
But that sweet, familiar persistence came back again one afternoon where they were just leaving a coffee house after a small after-concert rally with the Twelve, or while he was showing Andrew a cat video that one of their online supporters tweeted him, or when he was by himself in the woods looking up at the sun through the sky-- He didn’t know when it started but it was back again and it was itching at his skull like sand stuck behind his eyes.
All he knew was that they needed to start reaching more people. Facebook and Twitter were fine. Tumblr worked. The new Youtube channel seemed to be doing all right but the coffee shops in small towns around their home base? The venues were just too small. They needed to travel, together. All of them.
That’s when he went to Judas with his idea. Err…the voice’s idea. “What if we rented and RV and traveled? We could book gigs everywhere!”
After a rather detrimental and insistent period in his teenage years, culminating in one very big adventure that nearly gave his parents a heart attack when the voice demanded that he go all the way to the city for a few days without telling anyone, it disappeared for a long, long time.
But that sweet, familiar persistence came back again one afternoon where they were just leaving a coffee house after a small after-concert rally with the Twelve, or while he was showing Andrew a cat video that one of their online supporters tweeted him, or when he was by himself in the woods looking up at the sun through the sky-- He didn’t know when it started but it was back again and it was itching at his skull like sand stuck behind his eyes.
All he knew was that they needed to start reaching more people. Facebook and Twitter were fine. Tumblr worked. The new Youtube channel seemed to be doing all right but the coffee shops in small towns around their home base? The venues were just too small. They needed to travel, together. All of them.
That’s when he went to Judas with his idea. Err…the voice’s idea. “What if we rented and RV and traveled? We could book gigs everywhere!”
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This was probably why JC had picked Peter. He was so... Wholesome, yes, but also incredibly passionate.
"We could work on our self confidence together. How about that?"
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"Yeah. ...Yeah." He brought up a smile, and the smile stayed as he finally cracked open his cookie, digging in with relish. That happier feeling in his chest had nothing to do with the sugar but now with an idea in the back of his mind. He was going to find a way to help Simon with his confidence.
...But how?
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Poor Pete was going to have his work cut out for him. Simon never showed any cracks (minus the small one he gave a hint at today) and therefore, trying to get inside the overly hair sprayed shell was going to take some work and effort on Peter's part. They finished their cookies for now and dropped their empties in the bin. Simon once again made sure that Peter had his helmet on (and helped him with the strap) before driving him home.
Where Simon stayed was a little bit of a mystery. Peter had never been there. In fact, no one actually had. He always just drove off towards the city, but that could really be anywhere.
"See you tomorrow, Pete?" He had a date of sorts to get ready for after all.
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That had to change. But how?
"See you tomorrow!" He called over to Simon on his cycle, giving a quick wave, and watched him drive off. Peter didn't immediately go inside, standing on the sidewalk as he thought. First... he needed to find out where Simon lived and what he did when they broke up at the end of the day. That... wasn't going to be easy. He chewed on his nail, then decided on the easiest thing first. Check the internet. Maybe he could get some ideas there.
Or, you know. Google Simon up.
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Simon was a bit internet famous in the area. But probably not in the way most people wanted to be. The club he used to work out still had his head shot on their site and the gallery had photographs of him taken during sessions with the faces of his clients blacked out.
His dominance was not debateable but there for everyone to see. Right along with his bare ass cheeks.
There was also a hit for a local BDSM website and forum that came up, which probably gave Peter a little too much information on Simon. Clients of his and those who had watched play during open sessions, discussed Peter's friend and savior in all sorts of intimate details. There was even an appreciation thread for the tattoo he had on the inside of his thigh.
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He put his laptop to the side eventually and groaned into his knees, his mind and body a raging sea of total confusion, total embarrassment, and total arousal. What was wrong with him that he was even looking this stuff up!? Surely Simon wanted this to remain a private world apart from his friends in the Twelve, right? Right? He didn't understand how someone who had the confidence to let pictures be taken like that, to participate in such things, could have the kind of low self-confidence he heard at the Starbucks.
How could he help? It wasn't easy to think when his body definitely had reacted to some of those pictures. Did Simon want to feel like the stuff he was doing was okay or... did he want out of it?
He lifted his head and looked to the screen. If he wanted to help, he had to learn, right? Peter bit his lip so hard it almost bled, trying to make a decision, before he swallowed. He could do this for a friend.
Twenty minutes and a shower later, Peter was slipping out the door, looking for a taxi to take him into the city. There was a pair of clubs he needed to find.
Which was all long before Judas and Simon had plans to meet up. Judas had himself ready on time, wondering for the tenth time where he had even ended up with the leather corset wrapped around him, with black jeans, boots, and a tee shirt under to match the lot. Makeup done, wallet tucked in his front pocket instead of the back for safety's sake, he almost looked like he belonged in a club. Really, the whole thing was just an excuse to go out, get a little drunk, and forget the weirdness that had been the previous 24 hours with JC.
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He wasn't thinking about Peter though or the trouble he was causing at the club already when he stopped by to pick up Judas. He couldn't help but comment at his outfit (he was wearing red linen and black leather himself). "Is all of this for me or are you hoping to catch someone better?"
He leaned against the bike with the helmet, just watching Judas approach. He was older than him but so damned attractive.
It was a shame he was more vanilla.
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But Judas was at ease, smirking at Simon's words, gesturing for the helmet. "I wouldn't have to put in this much work to get someone better than you." His voice was a tease, his expression cocky as he put on the helmet, climbing onto the back of the bike. Unlike Peter, he didn't cling to Simon, just got himself balanced and gripped the leather coat, unafraid of it. Simon wouldn't dump him, no need to cling.
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They arrived at the same club Peter was trying to sneak into the upstairs private rooms of just after eleven, and Simon laughed and hugged his way through the line inside to pounding music and all kinds of writhing bodies on the dance floor and ar the bar.
"Drinks are on me," he yelled into Judas' ear and whisked him away to the bar where one of the bartenders who had known him for years plunked down two tumblers of scotch and soda.
"Simon! Wow! Great to see you! On the house!"
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Peter wasn't trying to sneak in, more just trying to figure out the club in general. The whole place felt like it was one giant heartbeat, pounding with the music, but he wanted to figure it out. People kept trying to talk to him until he had found this little corner to duck into for the time being, catching his breath, wondering how anyone could work in a place like this without going completely deaf.
Judas loved the idea of drinks being on Simon - agreed with his wallet, after all - but free was even better. It didn't matter what was put down in front of him, he watched the bartender's expression light up on seeing Simon and decided to simply grin and raise the glass in a thank you before taking a sip. The burn on his tongue suggested this was a loaded drink, nice. More liquor for less money (not that even he could complain with a price tag of nothing). He stayed close to Simon, the music almost obscured by its own noise and the noise of well over a hundred people, one boot tapping to the beat. Fuck it. Dance, get sloshed with Simon, see where the night went. Not anything he could see wrong with it.
"Figured you didn't come around here much anymore!" Judas called over the noise, raising an eyebrow at Simon. He had no idea if the other was still working here or somewhere else, maybe living off the clients he still saw, who knew. They both knew each other's shit, their vices and pains and the bullshit, so it wasn't so hard to talk about. Sort of. Feelings didn't get involved between them, ever.
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Judas knew that much at least... That he lived alone in a penthouse and minded a cat for a living. Hard job but someone had to do it.
A few more drinks and a promise to come by at last call to catch up with the bartender, Simon grabbed Judas around his artificially narrowed waist and tugged him out onto the dance floor. Dark kohl rimmed eyes gazed into paler ones.
"If I said I wanted you tonight, would you let me have you?" he asked, pulling Judas' hips towards him suggestively. Leather pants let him feel absolutely everything between them, as if there was no fabric there at all. He loved the pur of leather against fabric, even if he could t hear it, he could feel it.
Simon looked like any number of people in this club. Dancing, he was nothing special. He wasn't a great beauty. He didn't have the draw he did upstsirs. And right now, his eyes were just on Judas.
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Judas' pale brows shot up at Simon's forwardness, their bodies shifting in time to the music but more to the pressure Simon had put between them. He felt someone just behind him, but his world had briefly narrowed down to the Zealot. Simon would always have that sort of effect on people. One arm came up, laying over Simon's shoulder. He had the height on the other, at least. "Just like that?" he asked back, the smirk on his lips teasing. It'd been a long time, sure, but some things came back easily. He was a man free to do as he wished (minus what the Romans were pulling on them anymore) and tonight he gave zero fucks.
He gave a slow grind back, slowing Simon down. "Just how easy do you think I am?"
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"You're not easy. Why do you think I want you?" Simon grinned, hand reaching around to squeeze Judas' ass. Simon had a way of pinpointing people with just his eyes. They were intensely sensual and dominant, forcing people he wanted to return that gaze. It had taken practice to control that look, but all control took practice. "Anything worth having is never, never easy."
It was too bad he probably wouldn't be able to talk Judas into a session. Sex was fine, but Simon got the most relief from spending time in prep and post scene, more than he ever did during. Sex generally wasn't even part of it then.
He leaned in so his nose to trace Judas' rough jaw line. He liked beards. He liked the feel against his cheeks.
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Still, he did find himself arrested by that gaze, letting Simon go further than he'd let the other in the past, tilting his head back to let Simon have his way. What neither of them knew was that they had been spotted.
Peter stood there, fingers wrapped around the railing so tightly that the knuckles were white, mouth gone dry, looking down on the thing he had hoped wasn't true. It felt like his throat had closed up on him, keeping in the shout, the keen, the raw noise that wanted to escape him as he stared at Simon getting that close to Judas. You're a damn fool, Peter. You're nothing but. Why did you ever think for a second...? Simon had gotten his hope up this afternoon, however unintentionally, but that hope was shattered on the sticky floor.
He fought his way back towards the door. He came home, mind spinning with emotions, and with James and John asleep elsewhere in the house, began to pack.
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By the time Peter got himself home, Simon and Judas were leaving the club and heading back to Simon's place. They'd arrive around the time Peter was packing, throwing things into a bag without paying too much attention to what he was doing. Simon lifted Judas onto the granite countertop of the massive kitchen breakfast bar, good China in glass cabinets reflecting the light all around them, lips hungry for the ginger's.
He'd have his hand on bare skin when Peter left the house, not knowing he'd caused so much hurt. Right now, making Judas come as many times as possible was the only thing on Simon's mind. He planned on the first time being right here. Clue style: Simon, in the kitchen, with his mouth.
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He was hurt, handling it badly, and he knew it.
But Judas had no idea and right now, with Simon showing him just how skilled he was, anyone else was a million miles from his mind. Both of his hands were gripping somewhere - the crunch of that hair gel, the back of his neck with the other - his head fallen back as he bit roughly into his own lip to keep from making some seriously embarrassing sounds. It had been way too fucking long since he'd gotten off and his body was reminding him whole heartedly right now. Simon had him and had him hard right now, but once he was recovered from it, he would fight back. He could give those similar low growls and leave his mark on Simon in turn, a challenge against the other as he gave a bit of a rough bite to a nipple perked by the air-conditioning, a hand dropping to wrap around leather and the skin beneath and squeeze.
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And that might have to do with the mirrored wall direction across from it. He made Judas watch him as he took his time thrusting into him. He got off more on watching Judas' face than he did on the feeling of being inside of him.
Second orgasm? Simon. On the couch. With his hand. And part of the couch. And his dick. Him. It was a complicated crime.
They took time to rehydrate, standing around the kitchen naked. Simon tried to get Judas to eat out of his palm but he figured that might be pushing it.
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"Fuck me," he muttered, shifting his weight. "Gonna be sore in the morning. There better be one giant shower hidden in all this luxury with a lot of hot water behind it." He rubbed his jaw, feeling the friction from the couch where his skin had been ground into the black leather.
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Eating grapes and waiting for the tub to fill, Simon sat on the edge of the bath and watched Judas. He never judged any of those marks, he never had to. Simon had his own, but they were hidden up his nose. It was a little kinder that way but his colds were no less telling.
"You ready to tell me about what crazy you and JC were into this time? Even you two don't make up thst fast." And if they had decided to try the dating thing, Judas wouldn't be here with him now. Probably.
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"I was... probably a lot more blunt with him than I usually am. I'm not going anywhere from him, and I hope maybe I got that into his head, but I was blunt about the fact that I'm a certain kind of guy. I like to drink and smoke and fuck... a whole lot of things we both know JC isn't into. I'm willing to give this dating thing a try, if he really wants that, but I'm not sure that is what he wants. I think he just wants to know I'm not going anywhere, I'm his. I've been his since the day he found me."
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They could still talk as they soaked, legs thrown over legs. Sometimes Simon wondered why he didn't do this more often. It was relaxing and the company was good. He just knew nothing would come of it.
He was starting to feel how lonely thst was.
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"That's just it. Maybe he's not, you know? Maybe he's... what's that whole thing? Asexual? I've never seen him have the slightest interest in anything but a cuddle but at the same time he's one of the touchiest guys I know." He held hands with everyone, hugged, hands on a shoulder... just always touching. It had bothered the fuck out of him at first, but in the years since, he'd gotten more than used to it. Didn't even think twice about it anymore.
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He let thick arms hang over the lip of the tub before bracing himself to crawl forward onto Judas, sitting down in his lap and on his own heels. "So. You're going to see if that's what he wants from you? Or if he's just afraid you're going to wander off?" He pushed some wet-ended dreds over Judas' shoulder, leaning in to kiss him. It was sweeter than Simon usually liked, his embrace less fleeting than usual. "Because that's cute... I just pictured him more with Peter doing that."
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He accepted the kiss, returned it, almost amused with the fact that Simon's hair was still oddly perfect. What did it even look like without five tons of hair product in it? However, that last comment? Made him laugh. "Are you nuts? Peter's always happy to be near him, but if he's looking for anyone to do that shit with, it's you. He's got it bad for you. JC probably can't even touch that."
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Because honestly. Peter was sort of the epitome of perfection. He had soft and unworked hands, his parents were rich and he came from a Liberal Arts college on a full scholarship.
"And if you're right... Shit. I'd ruin him. So that's not gonna happen."
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Dawww Simon <3
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