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With the water still dripping from his face, he looked up at the mirror. Just gazing at the fractured version of himself.. Lost in thought before answering βYeah! β¦ Im alright- β
She gets all the ingredients out for her planned breakfast, setting everything up before turning back around to go check on him. "Busy day," she comments, leaning against the doorframe. Looking at him, she thinks of last night, smiling softly. "You feelin' okay?"
His hands already started shaking, cravings grew stronger. Disguising his addictive tendencies by gripping Jesseβs hips Pulling him and kissing his shoulder slowly. A habit that ate at him, he knew his problem was growing. But he didn't care. It was going to eat him alive
Gotta hit βem where it hurts.~ Sex is easy for Jesse and the man doesnβt seem to be against it either. Leaving their shirt in a heap outside the bathroom door, they step in and flick the shower on. Hot as it can go.
Damn. Why did that joke just stab him in the heart like that?- Either way, Connor was already persuaded by sex. The stimulation helping fend off any withdrawal shakes Some leaving his clothes neatly folded, he followed Jesse to the bathroom.
βItβs the content, not the subject matter. Transformers? Eugh. Have some class, yβknow?β Seeing his mood shift so easily, Jesse just smiles and shakes their head. Lifting their shirt up over their head. βCome on, then. Shower time.β
Getting up, he grabbed his boxers. Slipping into, the shirt? Too gross to wear. He helped himself to her bathroom where he washed his face off with cold water. Stealing a mouthful of mouthwash β I got a interview to do... With some guitar magazineβ¦ then I got another show - β
smelled too much like cigarettes and booze, so she tosses it back to him and heads for the kitchen. Thank god her roommate was out of town. "Nope, I'm staying in today. You?"
Given their situation, he would reach down and pick Jesse up. Hands underneath holding them up against the wall- Too distracted to answer- Lips collided against theirs, his hips pressed up against Jesse's. Rolling slowly as he slowly got erect once more
Theyβd pull him into the shower, making sure their back is against the wall. No one needs to see those scars. βEager, are we?β Well, Jesse knows a man in withdrawal butβ¦itβs not their business. They lean up, pressing their lips to his. βCome on, touch me more.β
β you started it by the delorean reference, canβt blame me for bantering- β At the sudden proposal, despite being dressed. He immediately began to strip again β well now that the offer is standing, I reckon the others would understand - β
at least they had a dry sort of humor, conveyed even without the smile other people wore. Glancing at him, eyeing him up and down. He had a C name for sure. βIf youβre not too hungover, you can always join me in the shower. I mean, youβre already late, right?β
Just laying on the floor, content with his positioning β well if you arenβt certain. Maybe we should fuck just so you know- β One hand pointing up from the floor
Alex chuckles when Connor hit the floor. It was kinda adorable. βJust because theyβre on now doesnβt mean we didnβt fuck. Thereβs several rooms in this place and I canβt remember a thing.β
He hung his head as he chugged down a cup of coffee, no cream or sugar. The slight stimulant helped the shakes leave After that, all he could muster down was a piece of toast and a singular egg
βThatβs all I can ask of you, babe. That you try.β Gently leading the way to the kitchen, a decently-sized spread of breakfast food laid in front of him. βTake as little or as much as you want. Just so long as you eat something.β
Soon standing up out of bed, his hands naturally shaking. Already dealing with withdrawal symptoms β not sure if I can keep anything down... But I'll try- β
βYou can feel dead once you get something into your stomach. Cβmon, get up.β Slowly standing up, she gently place his hand in hers, trying to guide him up.
β β¦ I feel like I'm dead... β After that kiss, he simply rested his head on her shoulder. The slightest bit of comfort he could hold on to in this ever-lasting ache
βHow are you feeling?β Placing the warm towel onto his shoulders, she pressed kisses to his forehead and cheeks, waiting for his lips to be unobstructed by the glass of water. βYou did it pretty hard last night, babyβ¦Had to drag you to bed and make sure you were okay.β
A few short grumbles from him, haphazardly rolling over the side of the bed. Hitting against the floor just caused more annoyed grumbles. Looking up he was still in his boxers, rubbing his eyes before answering her question. β I still got my underwear... So I'm saying, no- β
Pieces of last nights activities. So sheβll gently nudge the man besides her and hope for a response. βCon. What happened last night? Did we fuck?β
Everything word she spoke pierced his eardrums like a knife. While her foxy attitude remained the same, the rockstar energy was gone now that he had sobered up βThanks... Hun- β Taking the pills and swallowing them dry, now chugging the water just cause he was thirsty
Coming into the room quietly with a warm towel, Tylenol, and a glass of water. βBreakfast is ready if youβre hungry,β she whispered, placing the water down. βYour manager is waiting in his car, but I told him to piss off until youβre readyβ¦β