Unusquisque Mentitur

I'm on the loose with my neck in a noose, but hey! I enjoy the intense. Brandon Acerbi. 35. Hunter. Sniper. Moonshiner. [RP account. Mun/muse 21+ -8:00GMT]

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[j-mullins]

He woke up to the sound of someone exiting the room. Jesse got up, got dressed, made the bed or whatever he could with the sheets and sat on the floor with his back against the bed. He couldn't help but go over what Brandon had told him last night, he made it seem sso simple and easy... He was startled by the sound of the door being open or the smell of food. It hadn't just been one of the best nights hes had in years but it looked to be like he was going to get one of of the best brekfasts too. "Hey." Jesse gave his provider a welcoming smile. He sighed once his glasses were on and his view of what was real came back to him. The other man was fully dressed and trapped under his facade again. "I hope thats for me, remember what happened to the last guy who denied me food? " he joked, his legs crossed on the floor, his arms gently placed to his sides, it was weird to not feel the need to be able to run at any second.

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Brandon set the plate of food on the bed for Jesse, seeing he was awake, and took up his flask from the nightstand. He carried the empty bottle to the  small closet across from the bathroom and opened it before crouching an messing with something. The sound of liquid filling metal could be heard as the hunter refilled his moonshine for the wall. His brows lifted upon hearing Jesse remark about the food being for him and he turned to look at the bespectacled man with a mildly amused expression. “I could kill you on a whim, you know.”

The plate of ham, scrambled eggs, and a biscuit was entirely Jesse’s to consume. “Eat that then I’ll take you to the clinic to get checked. If I’m on time for my shift, they’ll be suspicious.”

Brandon stood and strolled slowly to the bed and sat to swallow back his first swill of moonshine of the day. Next he reached into his coat and pulled out a bottle of pills. He opened it and tipped two orange and white capsules into his hand before washing them down with moonshine. “How are you with strategies?” he then asked the other man with disinterest in his tone.

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Barricade || Brandon and Jesse

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If Jesse hadn’t been so heedful on contemplating Brandon’s reactions he would have remembered this is when a normal person would smile and give him his condolences. In its place his brow shaped in curiosity and his mouth gaped slightly, until he said in a hush voice ”I see…” and turned to look down at the bed with a lost stare. He heard in Brandon’s voice the painful joy it brought him to talk about his daughter; yet there was so much more he wanted to ask, so much more he needed to know.

There was one question in particular that buzzed louder than the others, one question that he tried asking to himself only to find a shrug as an answer. One question that would truly get a reaction out of his midnight partner. If you loved her so much, why is she dead? Jesse couldn’t believe that Brandon found a second coming in this ”new world” or any sort of freedom. It was odd for Jesse to see someone who used to be so alive still want to fight, in his opinion: fighting for nothing. The question now was, Why aren’t you dead too?

Despite having so much to ask, Jesse was well aware if he added anything more he’d distress the comfort their dead of night randevu had created. He accepted the orders the other man gave him as a sign to let his mind and body rest after a tiresome day. He nodded with an understanding “Okay” and a yawn. The half Irish waited for the other man to turn off the lights and lay back down, quickly a tattoo-less arm found itself around a tattooed torso. “I’m Jesse by the way.” he whispered before closing his eyes for the night. 

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Brandon's eyes had just closed when he felt an arm slinking around him. They shot open as his entire body tensed under the gentle touch. It wasn't that Brandon minded being touched, per se. It was just an undeniably foreign sensation. In fact, Brandon wasn't sure how he felt about it and was still mulling it over when Jesse said his name for the second time that night. Oh yeah. He said it almost immediately upon meeting. Brandon pushed any thoughts threatening to enter his consciousness out of his mind and drifted off to sleep without further reacting to Jesse's embrace.

Dawn came quickly and the surfer's internal time-clock had him up and moving at an hour most wouldn't believe he'd arise. Brandon got up and shuffled around his room without making any real efforts to be quiet for the still-sleeping newcomer. He dug a semi-clean pair of sweat pants and a faded Hobie t-shirt from a pile and redressed. He then grabbed an empty knapsack and proceeded to make his way down to the mess hall before the rest of the outpost to break in and steal breakfast while the early-shift cook took a cigarette break.

Brandon was back in his room within ten minutes with the prime choices intended for mass breakfast.

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Barricade || Brandon and Jesse

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Jesse listened to the other man, he finished his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray; this is was actual mourning looks like. A man that when Jesse first encountered had been protected by layers of clothing and hidden behind a strong demeanor was now shed free of limiting obstacles. Is that was death is supposed to do to you?

”How was she like?”Jesse asked with an airy voice not completely full of sorrow but he tried. He wanted to imagine what having the most prized person in your life being taken away from you felt like. Or having a prized person for that matter.

Was he wrong in going about like nothing had happened? Of course he thought about his parents and Tony and a countless other men who popped up in his mind now and then. But it wasn’t like this, not how Brandon did it, not how he projected himself and felt it, actually felt it. Jesse just wondered how they died or missed how Tony would wake him up in the wee hours to go watch him surf. 

He accepted the flask and took a small sip of the liquid before taking a bigger gulp. He winced and took another swig at the unfamiliar taste. The bottle wasn’t his so naturally he handed it back to Brandon, he looked at his body full of ink, each undecipherable tattoo probably had more meaning than Jesse could ever imagine. 

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Brandon hadn't intended to open up, but Jesse caught him unawares when he knew who he was right away, so he couldn't foresee the harm in speaking about his daughter. Plus, the other man seemed to struggle with comprehending emotions and apathy was of intrigue to the hunter. An absence of feeling was desirable to Brandon.

"She was stubborn. By five, she wouldn't let us leave her with her cousins anymore while we went on our deep woods camping trips up to Desolation Wilderness. She started surfing at three and was competing by seven. She didn't take bullshit from anyone and asked 'why' constantly; always wanting answers for everything," Brandon answered quietly with a wistful stare. He dragged hard from his cigarette and chuckled on exhale. "I'd never been so scared in my life when I found out I was gonna be a dad. That fear never goes away, it just evolves. A parent's worst fear is losing their child. I have nothing left to be afraid of." His words were flat and hollow.

Brandon accepted his flask back and polished off what remained. He set it on the bedside table before shifting to lay down. "I'll be awake at dawn. I'll bring you back something to eat from the mess hall to hold you over until I can smuggle you over to the medical facility to get you checked out. Don't leave this room until I say so or it's your ass if you get shot."

He didn't care to talk about his daughter or anything else at that point; he was physically, then emotionally drained.

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Barricade || Brandon and Jesse

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”I’ve only ever felt alive while fucking.” he gave Brandon an incredulous half smile as if he shouldn’t be taken so seriously. ”I can honestly say- Oh thank you” Jess cleaned his hand from the ash and let it drop on the tray, ”- I don’t feel much different from before all of this, just less productive and less fucked. A lot less.” Even still on a natural high from a gratifying  lay Jesse wasn’t comfortable talking about himself in such big chunks of actualities, he hugged his knees and tried to let silence make him comfortable again. 

Impossible. ”Did you have a kid? Or did a nephew paint that? It gives you a nice vivid touch.” he pointed with his pointer and middle finger, cigar pinched in between them, towards Brandon’s calf. It wasn’t until now that Jesse spotted a dash of color on the other man’s body, it wasn’t only the color that stood out, but between the blurred symbols and letters this specific tattoo had no particular shape. 

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'Did you have a kid?' Did. Past-tense. She was something that was, and now was not. Brandon reached for his flask off his nightstand and all but chugged its contents."I was an only-child. No nieces or nephews possible," he answered with a cringe as the moonshine burned down his throat.

Brandon looked down at the tattoo in question. Smudges of red and blue decorated his calf in disjointed finger-paint strokes. He gazed at it for a long while, unmoving. The ash on his cigarette was precariously long, but his stillness while he reminisced kept the soot precariously balanced. "It was for her fourth birthday," he suddenly said, shattering the silence. He spoke in monotone, as he checked out of the room, the moment, the current time, and stepped into a memory.

"She said she wanted to give me a tattoo because, well," he held an inked arm aloft to demonstrate his art. "I handed her the markers and she said she wanted to give me a real tattoo. So I set her up with paints and paper, told her to paint her favorite superhero, and she came back with Batman here," Brandon continued as a rueful smile threatened to reveal itself. "I had my tattoo artist buddy put it on my leg the next day. She came with me to the shop and he asked her why she picked Batman. She told him it was because Batman is like me."

The frail ash dropped off Brandon's cigarette and onto the blanket. He smeared it away quickly and set the remaining cigarette in the ash tray so he could take another sip of moonshine. Brandon swallowed and passed the flask to Jesse beside him in offering. "I make it myself."

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Barricade || Brandon and Jesse

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”Thanks.” he said as he stole Brandon’s cigarette; he pressed it to his lips and took it all in, the smoke, like Brandon. He trapped the fumes in his lungs for a couple seconds before letting it out slowly, his head tilted slightly upwards. ”If that wasn’t home, then I don’t know what is.” he added with a titter.

”The right people apparently.” Jesse sat himself up, back against the wall, knees to his chest, he pulled the covers over himself. ”The last ‘group’ I was with…” he bit the inside of his cheek before continuing, ”Um, they were some sort of a hippie vegan nomad hybrid, so we spent our time walking and walking and not eating meat and walking and fucking talking about mother earth and discussing on how we deserve this whole ordeal. Oh the fucking irony man.” He puffed from the cigar and motioned his hands in circles to indicate he’d continue soon, Jesse didn’t think the other man was one to enjoy details, ”Anyway, long story short, after…I calculated about 3 months of, roaming with them, we sat down to ‘eat’ after a long fucking day. Man I was tired, and bored, and hungry, god, more than hungry.” He chuckled, this was his favorite part of the story.

”So it was this idiots turn to say ‘grace’. His fucking idea of grace was reciting everything he could remember from the bible, I swear. Not just that, oh no. But we had to pause after everything and repeat whatever he thought meaningful. So I lost it.” Jesse’s eyes widened and closed back to their normal size as he shrugged. ”Fuck food, fuck being tired, fuck mother earth. I was probably more sexually frustrated than anything, he wasn’t bad looking, so I beat the shit out of him…hard. I was on top of him just punching away. It just felt like the right thing to do.” 

”They didn’t stop me until I had a rock in my hand. And that’s when everyone over sixteen feigned hippie dementia and went all jock on me. It’s not as bad as it sounds though.” he finished his story, a story of facts opposed to his usual fallacies. Jesse let the ash of his cigar fall into his cupped hand with what he had already recollected. 

(Author’s note: I mean no offense by anything written.)  

[acerbicbrandon]

Brandon huffed a short laugh of agreement. "Fucking is the only thing that feels alive anymore."

The surfer stretched his bare legs straight out and crossed them at the ankle as he leaned back against the headboard. He listened, and watched, while Jesse explained the nature of the contusions covering him. His balled-up posture suggested he was uncomfortable with the subject he was speaking about, but his eyes didn't waver and his hands stayed away from his mouth, suggesting he was speaking the truth. Brandon's eyebrows arched sympathetically as he moved the ashtray to rest between them on the bed. "I can imagine wandering in the desert for forty years would beget the occasional bout of hanger. I'd probably play 'Cain and Abel' too."

This new guy wasn't so bad for company. At the very least, he wasn't boring.

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Barricade || Brandon and Jesse

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Normally Brandon would have refused bumming Jesse --or anyone-- a cigarette, but he'd more than earned the reward in this case. He passed the smoke he'd just barely lit to the other man and took another out for himself.

A puff of smoke escaped Brandon's lungs as he let out an amused chuckle. "You certainly have a way of making yourself at home," he remarked while eyeing the bruises covering Jesse's flesh and his tone shifted from sated to curious. "Who'd you piss off?"

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Brandon's eyes snapped open and his stare was white-hot on Jesse's contracting form. Making a beautiful man with a beautiful dick cum was as good as it got to Brandon anymore. Short breaths escaped him as he pumped his hips without yielding to Jesse's climax.

The order to cum inside the other man was all it took to push Brandon over the edge. His face screwed into a wince of explosive ecstasy while the clenching in his balls forced a thick spurt of cum out. He managed several more firm thrusts into Jesse as he filled him with his climax. He froze in place finally as the orgasm washed over him.

Before Jesse could do anything else, Brandon pulled out, a string of his own cum stretched from Jesse's ass to his dick. He moved quickly to straddle the other man's chest and grabbed his hair to pull Jesse's face toward his cock. "Let me feel your mouth again... Suck it clean."

Once Brandon was satisfied and going flaccid again, he moved off of Jesse and reached for his cigarettes on the nightstand.

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Barricade || Brandon and Jesse

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Brandon's efforts were causing him to break out in a light sweat. As soon as Jesse spread himself to allow deeper penetration, Brandon's thrusts became even more forceful. The other man's ass fit like a tight glove, yet it was clear to see he knew he liked being fucked fast and hard. Jesse might be worth a repeat performance, he hypothesized.

The surfer closed his eyes and allowed the sensation of Jesse clenching around him to send surges through his body. He sighed as his companion cried out his name, but made no effort to quiet him. He dared anyone to to complain later. Brandon stepped up the pace while jacking off Jesse's amazing cock. He wanted to watch it cum from Brandon's touch. His grip was firm, fast, and just rough enough to hopefully force a climax out of Jesse before he came himself. "Lemme see you cum..."

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All of Brandon's tattoos are black with the exception of this one on his calf. When asked about it, he simply says it's 'Batman,' and generally leaves it at that.

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Barricade || Brandon and Jesse

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Brandon tightened his grasp on Jesse's hips and started to thrust quickly and forcefully. The other man was all but a rag doll in Brandon's hands and he practically bounced Jesse against himself while he fucked him. His bed-mate's little pleasured curses and pleading fueled the surfer's actions; getting people off and knowing how to do it well was always an ego-booster for Brandon. He loved the feeling of being in control of his new companion's pleasure.

The dominant hunter kept up his pace and the sound of rapid skin-slaps filled the room in addition to whatever words and noises escaped Jesse. The moans from Jesse's response to Brandon made him want to see the pleasure as much as he could, too. Without warning, Brandon pulled out and shoved Jesse on his side. "Get on your back," he ordered, his voice rough and breathless from his exertions.

Once on his back, Brandon switched to a standing position off the side of the bed and slammed his entire length right back into Jesse's ass. He gripped a slender thigh with one hand and began to stroke Jesse's cock with the other.

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Barricade || Brandon and Jesse

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Brandon let out a groan as Jesse backed himself onto his cock. "Ah, fuck... that's good," he muttered as the other man's tight warmth swallowed him. With a firm grip on the Jesse's hips, Brandon guided himself all the way inside of his new friend.

He angled himself do that his dick would would rub against Jesse's prostate as Brandon began to ease himself slowly in and out.