Keep Walking

Bo Livre || 19|| Switch

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Indie Thread 11/25

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“I hope you mean you’re prescribing you and not whatever gunk they use here as medicine,” Bo said, his tone lighter than it’d be before. He let Abel have the cigarette. The switch deserved the victory. After he bandaged up Bo’s hand, Bo gave his had a few motions, making sure the binding wasn’t too tight.

 “Thanks, Abe...” He wanted to add on more, but it was always so awkward. He didn’t know when to say more or stop when it was enough. He felt like Abel deserved more, but then the other tended to go quiet and turtle into himself and then Bo felt like an idiot. “Ya know...for everything,”

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Indie Thread 11/25

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“It is his choice…but I won’t leave until he’s ready…” he closed his eyes a moment, the anger and frustration that had been so intense a moment ago leak out. “I just hate feeling helpless…”

The smile on his face stretched and he gave another chuckle, “I’ll get you another mirror, shit. Can’t let you and Mowgli go without,” He watched Abel as he went to work, knowing how intent he was on getting everything clean, even if it was Bo’s own stupid fault. He liked the feel of Abel’s hands on his though, the attention. He couldn’t help the little trickle of laughter as the switch put on his glasses as bent over his hand. Fucking adorable.

“That’s where you’re supposed to say ‘No Abel, you look super attractive with stubble’,” he glanced up quickly with a small smirk on his face before he turned back to the hand. Even though he was only holding Bo’s hand, he could feel that the tension from earlier was slowly ebbing free. He didn’t like when Bo got worked up in a rage. They all did it but Bo always seemed to be the one that actually acted on his rage. Abel wouldn’t do anything, he’d just try to calm down until it became too much and then he ranted and got a little mean. It wasn’t as violent as Bo.

When he heard the laugh he raised an eyebrow, but didn’t raise his head. “You better not be laughing at me up there,” he warned as his hands stretched the skin and his head tilted to various angles to look for the quick sparkle of any glass that was still remaining. He wasn’t usually a perfectionist but this wasn’t exactly something normal for him. Abel quickly moved in, taking out one last, barely visible piece of glass before grabbing some clean tissue to wipe the knuckles one last time. “Need to find the equivalent to antiseptic tomorrow,” he said more to himself than anything, he could do that at some point. He couldn’t be bothered right now.

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"I never said you didn't look super hot with stubble," Bo's lips tilted upwards. He didn't want to stay this way with Abel. He didn't want to stay angry. It just happened. Having people around him all the time that actually cared for him, it was new. He had his little gang in Paris, but he quickly learned they weren't a family at all. He never felt close to his actual flesh and blood. He hardly agreed with his parents and Belle was a thorn in his side. He wondered, if he saw a them again, if he'd feel the same.

"I can't help it. You look like a doctor with those glasses on," Bo grinned as Abel turned his hand this way and that. "We should play that sometime," He wrinkled his nose though at the word "antiseptic". "I'll be fine, Abe. It's just a few cuts. I've had worse. Besides, they'll probably tell you to pour tree sap all over it,"

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Indie Thread 11/25

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He blew out a breath, averting his eyes again. Bo wasn’t sure if his family was here. He hadn’t seen Belle since he had moved to America..well, since his family had wasted their precious funds to send him. He hadn’t had the heart to watch their few francs and euros swirl down the drain. Abel and Mowgli were the only family he needed now. Maybe that’s why he pushed…he knew Abel wasn’t going to leave. He could get this out without worry of punishment or consequences. “Mowgli will…” The words hung in the air, knowing how much hope the dark submissive had placed in the words of strangers. That his family was here…somewhere.

“The mirror fucking started it,” He snarled back as Abel still continued to dab and fuss with his hand. He let out a rough chuckle. “Such a vain baby. Nothing wrong with stubble,” Bo leaned back with his hand still stretched between him and Abel. He’d been in enough street brawls and dominant punishments to take some pain and he wasn’t worried about scars. “You’ve patched me up before, babe. I trust you,” He said, the words truthful.

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“If Mowgli wants to do that then that’s up to him. I don’t want to lose him but at the end of the day it’s not our decision,” he didn’t like talking like that and deep down there was a hope that Mowgli would stay with them regardless of whether he found his family or not. Then the topic was changing again and he smiled softly, “I can’t deal with stubble. Makes me look dumb,” he told him. The only reason he ever dealt with having anything close to a beard was because he was too lazy to do anything about it.

There was something about the way that Bo said it - ‘I trust you’ - that made butterflies, or something of that sort, flutter up in his stomach. He’d never get used to people saying that they trusted him or they were proud of him, but Bo seemed to throw those small phrases at him constantly. It was strange but it was definitely something he liked- loved even. “There’s a difference between cleaning cuts and picking glass out of them but at least I have a steady hand,” he said with a quiet chuckle as he stopped for a moment to wipe around the little cuts again. He was going way too slow and he wouldn’t be surprised if Bo got impatient and told him to hurry the fuck up but he wanted to make sure he got everything out. He was so determined to get everything out that he put the hand down momentarily to put his glasses on that were left on the table from earlier, before going back to the hand, leaning in just a little more to get a closer look.

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"It is his choice...but I won't leave until he's ready..." he closed his eyes a moment, the anger and frustration that had been so intense a moment ago leak out. "I just hate feeling helpless..."

The smile on his face stretched and he gave another chuckle, "I'll get you another mirror, shit. Can't let you and Mowgli go without," He watched Abel as he went to work, knowing how intent he was on getting everything clean, even if it was Bo's own stupid fault. He liked the feel of Abel's hands on his though, the attention. He couldn't help the little trickle of laughter as the switch put on his glasses as bent over his hand. Fucking adorable.

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Indie Thread 11/25

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He blew out a breath, averting his eyes again. Bo wasn't sure if his family was here. He hadn't seen Belle since he had moved to America..well, since his family had wasted their precious funds to send him. He hadn't had the heart to watch their few francs and euros swirl down the drain. Abel and Mowgli were the only family he needed now. Maybe that's why he pushed...he knew Abel wasn't going to leave. He could get this out without worry of punishment or consequences. "Mowgli will..." The words hung in the air, knowing how much hope the dark submissive had placed in the words of strangers. That his family was here...somewhere.

"The mirror fucking started it," He snarled back as Abel still continued to dab and fuss with his hand. He let out a rough chuckle. "Such a vain baby. Nothing wrong with stubble," Bo leaned back with his hand still stretched between him and Abel. He'd been in enough street brawls and dominant punishments to take some pain and he wasn't worried about scars. "You've patched me up before, babe. I trust you," He said, the words truthful.

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Indie Thread 11/25

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Breathe escaped him. Bo had been expecting a lecture, but he should have known better. Mothering was Mowgli’s forte. Bo was better for it, but it had built up and had been caught in his gut for too long. “What if I don’t want too, Cochise?” He muttered, more sulking than actual argument. He let Abel lead him again, his brows heavy over his dark eyes. “Just don’t want to be here any fucking longer…why’d we get stuck here? I should be able to get us out…” Bo muttered, eyes down cast. Abel and Mowgli, they were his family. He’d move mountains for them if he could just figure out how.

“Then you’re going to have to get the fuck over it and listen to me anyway,” he told him as he all but dragged Bo through the apartment before he was pushing him to sit down on the couch. He then moved around the apartment to grab bandages and water to clean the wound, quickly doubling back to grab some tweezers before carefully sitting himself down on the table in front of the other. As Bo started to speak, Abel took his hand and used the tweezers to gently remove any of glass that was still lodged in the cut. When he spoke about how it was almost his job to get them off of the island he paused, glancing up at him. “You gotta stop beating yourself up. We’ll get off of the island when we get off of the island. For now we make the most of what we’ve got and as long as we’ve got each other there’s nothing to worry about. So stop worrying.”

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"Because that's my strong suit after all," He drawled. Part of Bo knew he was needling the other boy, but maybe he wanted that. He just needed a reaction, he needed something. This was all chewing at his guts and he was falling back on default. Push back. He let his entire weight sink into the couch at once as he sat down, air puffing out of the worn cushions. He rested his wrists on his knees and could feel the warm blood winding down his fingers. Mowgli would be cross with him when he found out. Bo itched for a cigarette and started to dig for the packet with his good hand. He didn't stop when Abel took the other. "We're never going to get off at this rate. The place is fricken rigged to keep us in or havent' you noticed that. It's a fortune to get a visa, unless we want to sell our souls to that fucker who runs the shady part of the island," He managed to dig the packet out and dig a cigarette with his fingers and put it between his lips. "They make us think we have family here...trying to fucking brain wash us..." He dug for his lighter in the pocket again, realizing it wasn't in his jeans. "Merde," He snapped and looked at Abel who was watching him. "What makes you think I'd ever stop worrying about the three of us, babe?" He hissed around the cigarette as the tweezers poked around a gasp. "Hey, careful with those,"

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Indie Thread 11/25

He hated they were stuck here. Bo hated they were on this shit island and had no way to get back home. Anger welled inside him, dark pressure pressing against his ribs and heart, making it impossible to breath. His reflection peered back at him and he felt something snap inside him. The sound of the mirror shattering was sharp in his ears, pain lancing through his fist where glass bit at his vulnerable flesh. He hated mirrors. @switchitupholt @mowgliwilde

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Abel had been dozing on the couch when the sound of shattering glass had woken him. He used to be a heavy sleeper but since they’d been tossed over to the island he’d been on edge. He sat up quickly and moved to search where the sound had came from, pausing for a moment out of shock when he saw Bo, then the mirror, then Bo’s hand. He didn’t attempt to say anything for a moment, instead he moved towards, gently wrapping a hand around the other’s wrist so he could bring it closer to him so he could look at it. “C’mon, we need to get you cleaned up,” he murmured, tugging him lightly in the hopes he’d follow him back to the living room.

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Breathe escaped him. Bo had been expecting a lecture, but he should have known better. Mothering was Mowgli's forte. Bo was better for it, but it had built up and had been caught in his gut for too long. "What if I don't want too, Cochise?" He muttered, more sulking than actual argument. He let Abel lead him again, his brows heavy over his dark eyes. "Just don't want to be here any fucking longer...why'd we get stuck here? I should be able to get us out..." Bo muttered, eyes down cast. Abel and Mowgli, they were his family. He'd move mountains for them if he could just figure out how.

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He hated they were stuck here. Bo hated they were on this shit island and had no way to get back home. Anger welled inside him, dark pressure pressing against his ribs and heart, making it impossible to breath. His reflection peered back at him and he felt something snap inside him. The sound of the mirror shattering was sharp in his ears, pain lancing through his fist where glass bit at his vulnerable flesh. He hated mirrors. @switchitupholt @mowgliwilde

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FTF | Abel & Bo | 09/12

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 Bo waited for him to go on, sensing the doubt and fear that was rolling off the other. Bo hadn’t ever been one to handle things with kid gloves. He wish he’d been better at that. He knew Mowgli would know what to do…what to say to make Abel feel better. 

 “Hey. I’m going to tell you what I tell Mowgli…talk to me. Always, talk to me and tell me the truth. I’m not going to hate you for that. I’m going to feel worse if it was something I could help with. I know it sounds hypocritical but don’t shut me out. I’m trying to keep you and Mowgli in and it’s hard, but we’re here now. You two are all I ever want, okay? The past…it doesn’t fucking matter, Abel,”

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This conversation was happening whether he liked it or not. He was going to have to admit that he’d kept it hidden and he was going to have to deal with the consequences. The guilt had been scratching at him since it had happened but he didn’t want to jeopardise what they had. He didn’t want to ruin one of the few good things he had.

With a sigh he started, “The reason that I pulled away is because he’s one of the Doms that punished you at Grimm’s. He claimed you were bullying his brother or something but I know you. I know you’re not that kind of guy and then… His brother had adhd or something along those lines anyway and I knew that if you knew then you’d apologise. It just.. It felt so convoluted and wrong. It was almost like they were going out of their way to punish you and I hated it. I guess I just… Feel responsible. Like I could have found out sooner and told you so it didn’t escalate.” Abel waited a moment before ducking his head down, pulling away from Bo a little, “I’m sorry, B.”

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It took Bo long moments to realize what Abel was saying. He uncurled slowly from the other boy to look at him. Puzzlement was etched in his furrowed brow. "You...your boyfriend was that..fucker?" Bo asked before pushing a hand through his hair. "Wait..before or after? And...why? Why him? Why did you stay with him? and..." His brain was starting to trip over itself. "What are talking about? Who had...that turd that was hurting my friend? He had something wrong with him?" Bo leaned back against the arm of the couch dragging his hand over his face. "Shit. SHIT. Why didn't those two jerk offs just tell me? I don't..." He looked at Abel, his eyes insistent. "I don't fucking pick on people. I know I'm a prick, but I'm not a bully...I.." He felt Abel start to pull away and he pulled the switch back against him. "Hey. Hey. That shit...it's not..it doesn't matter. Okay? You're with me now...and Mowgli,"

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FTF | Abel & Bo | 09/12

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 Bo waited for him to go on, sensing the doubt and fear that was rolling off the other. Bo hadn’t ever been one to handle things with kid gloves. He wish he’d been better at that. He knew Mowgli would know what to do...what to say to make Abel feel better. 

 “Hey. I’m going to tell you what I tell Mowgli...talk to me. Always, talk to me and tell me the truth. I’m not going to hate you for that. I’m going to feel worse if it was something I could help with. I know it sounds hypocritical but don’t shut me out. I’m trying to keep you and Mowgli in and it’s hard, but we’re here now. You two are all I ever want, okay? The past...it doesn’t fucking matter, Abel,”

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FTF | Abel & Bo | 09/12

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Bo went still as Abel’s hands slid into his hair. He listened to the others words. His chest hurt and it was becoming so hard to breath. Those words. He knew Abel meant them to be good, sweet words, but it just conjured up all the memories of how cruel Bo had been to him. He let out a long shaky breath, pressing his forehead against Abel’s. 

“You were all I wanted for a long time…” He finally admitted. “But I didn’t think you wanted me back. I shut you out…but I wanted you,”

This whole conversation felt so intense. It was meant to just be the two hanging out and making the most of Abel’s sappy mood but now they were having deep, meaningful conversations and fuck his heart and head were hurting but they needed to say all of this. They needed to actually acknowledge how much they cared about each other.

“I thought you wanted someone else,” he mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with the Switch, “And.. to hide any feelings I had for you I rushed into a relationship with someone that I barely knew and everything about it just felt… so wrong but you being happy felt more important to me than anything else did.”

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"You're an idiot..." Bo said softly, his voice full of adoration. "My happiness is just as important as yours...you didn't have to do that. I just thought you liked him...I hated the thought of you being with a Dom. I didn't want anyone else. Then I did. She was what I had and the she was gone and it didn't matter. Now you're back and it the rest doesn't matter. We're both here, Abel,"

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FTF | Abel & Bo | 09/12

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Bo went still as Abel's hands slid into his hair. He listened to the others words. His chest hurt and it was becoming so hard to breath. Those words. He knew Abel meant them to be good, sweet words, but it just conjured up all the memories of how cruel Bo had been to him. He let out a long shaky breath, pressing his forehead against Abel's. "You were all I wanted for a long time..." He finally admitted. "But I didn't think you wanted me back. I shut you out...but I wanted you,"

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FTF | Abel & Bo | 09/12

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“Special is what you call people when you don’t want to admit they’re hopeless,” Bo drawled, the tightness in his chest working into his throat. “I was a mess, Abel. I know you remember. I still am..but you two…you..it’s..you make me want to try harder. I never wanted to try at all. I just wanted to get through school, I just wanted to get in and get out and shun the world,” He gave a soft laugh. “Guess that plan will never come to fruition,”

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“I never thought you were hopeless,” he pointed out. After that he stayed quiet as Bo explained himself. “I mean we can still do that shunning the world thing, given the amount of salt we have towards just people and life in general,” he pointed out with a small laugh. Slowly, Abel started to gently nuzzle against Bo’s jaw before they quickly transformed into small, soft kisses. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, you know?”

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Bo broke out into soft laughter and bobbed his head, “Saltmates, huh? I like that idea,” He murmured and hummed in approval as Abel began to litter his jaw with kisses. He could have stayed in that moment forever. He’d only felt this content with Mowgli before. Now, to have that same feeling with Abel, it was incredible. It made him feel...whole.

He turned his head and met Abel’s mouth in a soft, generous kiss, “You’re never going to have to know, Abel. I mean it...cause I know what it’s like without you..and I never want to experience that again,”

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FTF | Abel & Bo | 09/12

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“Special is what you call people when you don’t want to admit they’re hopeless,” Bo drawled, the tightness in his chest working into his throat. “I was a mess, Abel. I know you remember. I still am..but you two...you..it’s..you make me want to try harder. I never wanted to try at all. I just wanted to get through school, I just wanted to get in and get out and shun the world,” He gave a soft laugh. “Guess that plan will never come to fruition,”

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FTF | Abel & Bo | 09/12

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“You and your ass are kind of attached so I’d like to think I like you both equally,” Bo smirked, feeling Abel relax into him. He pressed a kiss to his forehead, the words making a warmth expand in his chest. “I’m glad you’re not alone either,” he murmured.

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Abel had no idea how long he’d felt something so deeply for the other Switch. It was before they had travelled to Fairy Tale world, it could have been before he’d got sick. He still couldn’t believe that he’d been lucky enough to actually call the other two his significant others (even if it was only in his head). “I’ve got you, I’ve always had you in some way, I’m just glad leaving didn’t screw us up. I’m glad that there are days where I wake up and you’re there.”

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"Don't worry about the past," Bo murmured, handing sliding up into Abel's hair as he held him close. "I'm not going anywhere, Cochise, okay? I'm sorry I was a dick to you then...I don't know why you ever saw in good in me, but I'm glad you did," The warmth turned into something constricting and he cradled the other boy in his arms. Had he ever cradled anyone before? He wasn't sure. "I'm glad everyday you're there. I'm glad we found each other again, Abel. Without you or Mowgli...id be nothing,"

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FTF | Abel & Bo | 09/12

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 A soft snort left Bo’s lips, “Please. You know I’ve had more than my fair share of being alone. I like having you nd your ass around,”

Warmth coursed through Bo as Abel leaned forward and pressed his head against his. He rubbed a hand along Abel’s spine with a soft hum, “I like that Im not alone anymore,”

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“You like my ass more than you like me,” he joked, body relaxing as he felt the hand travelling up and down his spine, “I’m glad you’re not alone, too.” 

He really was. Even if he wasn’t a part of this whole thing with Bo and Mowgli, Bo not being alone and finally having people he trusted made him happier than most things did. It was stupid, and sappy, but it was the truth. Bo’s happiness made him happy and he felt like the biggest dweeb for being like that but he couldn’t help it.

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"You and your ass are kind of attached so I'd like to think I like you both equally," Bo smirked, feeling Abel relax into him. He pressed a kiss to his forehead, the words making a warmth expand in his chest. "I'm glad you're not alone either," he murmured.