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left you in the sky with the fire below.thought i had it right, but i’m still LOST IN THE LIGHT. && I don’t know what night it is. you’re s o m e w h e r e else— i’m drinking not to guess. blurry bodies but you're on my mind. we let it go, now I'm full of RUM and regret. i go out just so I can reforget. i never thought a sunrise could burn more than a midnight without YOU. already paying for tonight. head spins like carousel, over and over.

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kennedy-jacobs:

       The earbuds in her ears were playing the overplayed top forty from Sacramento’s most popular radio show, Kennedy usually able to contain herself until one song in particular came on. She started to move with the music, forgetting momentarily that she was in a public setting until she saw a pair of eyes staring at her. The girl yanked the ear bud from her ears before clearing her throat and staring straight ahead to avoid eye contact. “Sorry, I just…get really excited when Heathens comes on…”

though the girl was viewed through the dark tint of sunglasses, it was still obvious that she’d caught his attention. a brow quirked above the ray ban rim, blonde hair messed with a scratch of his fingers before nodding towards her confession. “i mean, at least you’re having a good time.”

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helpautumn:

“Okay, first of all, it’s not okay to read anyone’s journals… ever. That’s just disrespectful” she said, quickly. “And kissing people isn’t a big deal at all, it’s just a kiss, I’ll kiss you right now, no big deal” she rambled to the stranger next to her. “Sorry, you didn’t even ask, Hi”

“yep.” there wasn’t much else to be said. he wouldn’t elaborate if there was. a sharp row of teeth hugged his lower lip, eventually releasing the pink flesh with an exasperated run of his hands over the front of his face. “it’s fine. shit’s fucked up.”

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it was as if lucas knew every corner of his body before he’d even gotten the chance to get a finger inside, and the reality of it was, he probably did. the floorplan, at least. where to twist his fingers in the hole to get that noise or that sigh. how far too push and when to pull back in order to get that needy tug. he may have known the human body up and down but there were more insides to caleb than just the rounded bundle of nerves that was currently sending the blond boy so keen on composure to notes that a scale would deem operatic. and in that instant, he felt he’d done it to himself. become one of lucas’s toys. the one’s whose thighs shook at his touch and doted over his cock like it were the holy grail. but maybe that was better for both of them, maybe if lucas could see him like that then he could force himself to do so too. maybe then he could stop thinking and maybe then he could stop dying to call him at 3 am ‘cause his bed was cold. that would be easier for everyone.

“fuck me, lucas.” words so simple but so rich when they came off caleb waldorf’s tongue, filling the small space like the ones he swore he’d never say. but now he was. and now his hips were squirming in search of contact with that little spot lucas had just given him access to. “just fuck me.”

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he hadn’t meant to be so obvious. the lack of coherency he had over a single finger.  but as it began to fuck him with its slow, overpowering motions, all he could do was as lucas said and release a contented sigh. hot breath painted the older man’s lips and neck as he forced himself to focus, relaxing as naturally as he could and insisting his hips right back down in response to the limb exploring where no one else had ever been allowed. things changed quickly in a course of three days.

“mmmm...,” soft like a cat’s purr. “lucas...” he’d deny the whimper any other day, flexing and unflexing the muscles of his hole around the middle finger in request for more. as if he could somehow pull him in further with no more than the simple suction.

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there was no argument to refute the fact that caleb was confusing, and any clarity that lucas thought himself to have found in the trained motion of his lips was quickly ripped away the moment his fingers intruded inside his hole. he was untouched, unprepared and only grew tighter as his confused muscles contracted around the single finger causing a riot in his body. the futile attempts to make sense of the feeling only proved to send him a little further into confusion, each inhale only swallowing the middle finger down further, one knuckle at a time as he attempted to find more oxygen in the combination of their lips.

his heart was beating fast, if not only to process the fact that one finger, he felt, had already thoroughly filled him. from just the pressure beneath his thighs and the word he’d heard on the street, there would be a lot more of him to fit inside and caleb wasn’t entirely sure if he was that durable. but he was. he was because he was caleb waldorf. “mmmmph...”

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the hold caleb had had on lucas’s chest then flexed to his shoulders as they began to shift, the tallest shrugging down his pants as quickly as he could. it wasn’t a fair craving but suddenly all he wanted was to be filled. to know the feeling he was sure he could picture in his head just as vividly as it would feel when lucas finally gave him what he wanted. he was used to this part, though it usually took place from the ground; sick to his stomach as he stared up at heroin sunken eyes and let two fingers fuck his throat just for the hell of it. call it a sort of prep of its own.

nevertheless, he knew what he was doing; lips wrapping tightly around the digits that requested attention and refusing to let shame flutter in his stomach as he swallowed them eagerly past his tongue. bobbing his head and tightening his lips, doting on the three stems like they were all that mattered in the world.

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lucasreed:

he saw it in caleb’s eyes. he knew how much it angered the other to be treated as anything but strong. but he was teetering on a thin line. he could break caleb, easily, physically at least. but then it would just further give caleb reason not to trust lucas. ‘for now. for now. for now.’ for now he wouldn’t care about that. for now he would forget the last line he screamed out to caleb before he walked away. for now, they would be in an alternate universe and things were okay. things would be okay.

“goddammit, fine, caleb. if this is what you want.” he understood. he understood what it felt like to feel vulnerable while you were trying to convince yourself that you were strong. so lucas would treat him like an unbreakable brick wall. but he’d eventually come down on him like a wrecking ball. his hands were everywhere, sliding caleb’s pants off and tossing them to the side as his fingers tightened around his thighs once again, pulling him closer but lifting him up almost slamming the other’s back against the wall of the elevator. with his teeth scraping against the flesh on the younger’s neck, he breathed one simple word. “better?”

any claims caleb could have made about being that titanium wall could have easily been argued by simply addressing the startled squeak that left his throat once the lower garments were roughly pulled off his body. the air was much colder than he’d anticipated and once the lower half of his body was exposed to it. like the thrill of exposure mixed with the fear of the pain. the one he wanted to suppress. the last thing he remembered before his back hit the wall had been a dark pair of eyes staring him down and, perhaps even more prominently, his bare hips seated over the aforementioned bulge; finally granting it the attention it deserved.  he could never sit still. the constantly squirming boy still doing so even when his legs were off the ground and there were no more clothes to wiggle out of. even as his thighs were parted to the extent of their stretch, he was just as restless as he’d always been.

his fingers was held on tight to the front of lucas’s shirt and while he still would have been secure and off the ground had he let go, he refused to believe a word of it. taking control of his breath as the question was posed, he did no more than nod; pulling lucas against him those last few inches to refind his lips and rub against the quarters his body allowed. though not much friction was allowed in the position, he still managed to find it; control crucial as he risked a fall to dominate the older man’s lips.

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to say that caleb was confusing would be an understatement. the understatement of the literal century. the fact that he kissed with so much certainty but at the same time the underlying difficulty, it confused lucas. it was something that he’d never understand about caleb. that among other things. but he didn’t try to understand the other. because he was fairly sure that not even caleb understood himself. it was hilarious, really, the situation that they found themselves in. hilarious.

he raised an eyebrow at caleb’s reply, pulling back slightly. “caleb, i’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you want. ‘cuase it’s going to hurt,” he reminded the other. but nevertheless, he wasn’t one to give up an opportunity. there was no need to take off his other shirt as his hand meant for the other’s belt buckle to skillfully loop them out of the holes. and as much as he didn’t want to hurt caleb, he would end up doing it anyway. to say that he was gifted in the lower region department was well…an understatement. once again. but he had been the first for several, and he knew how to make it the best experience, never really having trouble with it. no matter how many times caleb would claim that he wasn’t a china doll, he was, and lucas wanted to crush but at the same time glue him back together.

i’m not gonna hurt you. it boiled his blood. would have flexed his tired palms into fists had his body held the motivation to move. but he laid still, staring up at lucas in all the vulnerability he could conjure yet somehow untouchable. invincible. lucas didn’t know that he was good at getting smacked around or pushed down to his knees. lucas didn’t know he could take it. and whether the man unfortunate enough to see the darkness as the light believed it or not, he’d still be right back there when he was done. it wasn’t his choice. it hadn’t been for a long time.

the implication previously stated didn’t get a reply as lucas began to fit his belt out from its loops, the body unmoving and containing eyes so cold they could have frosted the elevator shaft to a god damn snowfall. but he still wasn’t saying no or insisting either way. he’d lay there until lucas gave in. and for someone who spent most of their time trying to prove they were unbreakable, he sure knew how to look pretty when he was being torn apart.

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his hands made their way to slipping off the personally tailored jacket off of his shoulders. his lips never leaving the other, only to make soft burning trails down the side of caleb’s neck as quickly as possible. he didn’t know how much time they had left. how much timed remained before the lights flickered on and the door slip open. he couldn’t help the feverish kisses that found their way against caleb’s fairly untainted skin. any marks that would be left on caleb’s skin would be perfect, a constant reminder, that he did that. and for now, that caleb was his. even if the moment never happened again. 

when the kiss was broken up by the other, he raised an eyebrow. “you’ve never,” he questioned. it didn’t sink in for a second before his mouth made an ‘o’ shape and he nodded his head. “well, if you want to do this, i’ll take care of you. if you hadn’t realized, i’m fairly skilled at this,” he chuckled lightly, as if to make light of the situation at hand. 

suddenly, he hated the feeling. the kindness, the gentle voice and the touches that seemed to grow notably tentative after the confession. if only in his mind. he wasn’t a porcelain doll, and even if he had been, he would have insisted upon being shattered right then and there. caleb was somehow always a volcano on the brink of eruption. rippling the air with his heat but never boiling over. because he was in control. no matter who was holding him down or sending his heart into palpitations. he was in control. 

“no.” he shook his head, only elaborating when he realized it could have been lost in translation. “don’t take care of me. do what you want.” ‘cause he knew what he wanted. he knew what boys wanted, men wanted. they wanted to come in and destroy and take a look at the mess they made as they buckled their pants back in place. well he could take it. he wasn’t soft. “wreck me.”

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She looked at him, eyes wide and blue and trying to disguise the emotions she was feeling. “I’m not going to cry,” she said. “I don’t cry about everything, you know?” Her tone was accusatory, angry, and she bit her lip as soon as the words were out. But she didn’t apologize, not like usual. She didn’t take it back, not like she once would have, trying to stray away from the possibility for conflict. “Besides,” she said, leaning backward, careful not to hit the horn. “It doesn’t sound like we have anything to talk about, so we don’t have to talk.” She didn’t look at him again, looking down at her own nail-bitten hands.

caleb didn’t say anything after that. it was clear that his explanations were falling on deaf ears. it wasn’t a light hearted conversation, and certainly not one he considered casual. but the morning didn’t cut it for thea, and to say that wasn’t the majority of what had silenced him would be untrue. his eyes were down to and fast, looking at their combined laps before his elbow propped up on the window sill and formed a rest for his temple out of the backs of his knuckles.

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“We don’t have to talk about it all.” Her words were quick, barely a whisper. Her heart sank in her chest. She’d never liked to be vulnerable, at least not when she knew that was what she was doing. Especially not when being vulnerable was going so wrong. “Forget I said anything.” How many times had she said that line? Just while they’d been in the car? Three times? Four? It sounded stupider each time. “C’mere,” she murmured, pressing herself into him again, this kiss much rougher than the others, meant to drown out any thoughts or words either of them could say. Her fingers moved down his chest, coming to rest on the buckle of his belt, letting him finish that thought if he wanted to.

the boy so good at words was finally saying all the wrong things. or at least, that’s how it seemed every time her expression broke a little more with each and every word. so they were right, he was bad news. and so they were right, he was insane. he’d accept it after a while, he was sure, but not while her kisses felt torn and full of hurt. not while he had to cup her face to keep from slicing nail prints into his own fists. “no.” she didn’t get to brush it off. “no, we’re going to talk about it. when we’re not high and when you’re not gonna cry and when things are better.” he promised, brushing strands of hair out of her face. “we’re gonna talk about it in the morning and everything’s going to be okay.”

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everything happened quickly, but not quickly enough. his hand found it’s way sliding down the length of caleb’s sides until they locked underneath caleb’s thighs. never breaking the kiss as he slid him closer. his skin felt like it was on fire. felt like there were several needles sticking into his skin and with each kiss, another one was pushed him. but it was a pleasure to burn. and the pain was the best feeling in the world. if he knew that this was how the day was going to go, he would have shut off the power in the elevator a long time ago. but he didn’t. but he’s so happy it did.

his hands worked to wrap themselves around caleb’s waist comfortably. his teeth scraped against caleb’s bottom lip and tugged at it lightly, eventually allowing it to snap back into place. his mouth moved in sync with the other’s and he felt as if he could sit there kissing caleb forever. but the tightening of his pants were clearly telling him otherwise.

it got real when his eyes were no longer closed and hands began to wander. lips and teeth marking skin that had never been holy but looked so soft that it damn well could have been. heavy lids dropped shut once more when the sharp bite had been smoothed over with another kiss, any sign of a whine that could have persisted through his lips silenced entirely by the unplanned unison. but he was breathing heavily again, and by now lucas was probably used to it. the nervousness of being led blind into a darkness he’d never visited, but far too stubborn to admit he was scared of the pain. he wasn’t a child, he wasn’t a doll. he wasn’t soft. he was a phoenix and he would not turn to ash under a single touch. 

or he would. the arms beneath his thighs took away the last of his control as he attempted to squirm, the sudden sensation of a hard zipper and fly against his hips stunning him to a lost breath as he held a furious lock on the other set of lips. it got real when he could feel it through his pants and stuttered over the kiss until he was staring up into the other set of eyes, at a loss of belief over the fact that he was the one to be having this conversation. “i’ve never ...” he wasn’t going to throw out any more than that. lucas should know.

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She let out a soft squeal as she slid across the divide into his lap, turning her body so she faced him, and pressing as closely to him as she possibly could to avoid pressing the sensitive horn behind her. “You are so special, Caleb,” she said, before she was kissing him gently, slowly, not like their other kisses so full of fire and longing and a need to never stop. Her hands still rested on his cheeks, gently like the petals of flowers, cupping together the most beautiful center. She broke the kiss after a moment, hooded eyes looking at him through thick lashes. “I more than like you. You know that right?” She couldn’t say the word, but at least he could know it.

caleb returned each kiss as they burned in the quiet, two bodies crammed into the driver’s seat but still possibly more comfortable than he’d been in the past few nights all together. his hands rested on her hips but didn’t make any moves to advance the innocent gesture into more than what it was, eyes locked on hers so unmoving that they could have dried right in their sockets. i more than like you. you know that right? that was when it got dangerous. he nodded. “we’ll talk about it in the morning, okay baby?” 

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Her brow furrowed at his words, and she turned her entire body to face him, leaning over the gap between their seats toward him, bringing her hands to rest first on his shoulders, then his cheeks, pulling him closer so she could look him square in the eyes. A sniff, and then she spoke. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she started, tongue drawing a line across her lower lip as she paused to consider what she would say next. “You are not running out of time. And you are not stealing my goddamn life. You are showing me how to be alive. You are the best part of my life, the only part that doesn’t constantly lie to me.” Except for right now, but she would overlook that in the interest of reminding him that he was the incredible person she knew he was. “I like you so much it hurts sometimes, and I wouldn’t change that for the world.”

she held his face as if the dainty fingers could hold all the broken parts in place, brain like a desert island but so full of oasis mirage. he’d die in there one day, he was sure, but for now he was happy to be alive and gifted with the beautiful view of sky colored eyes. following suit, he took a breath. sniff, speak. “i really, really like you too.” and maybe they could just stay there for a bit. he tugged her forward with the intent of getting her into his lap, the driver’s seat cramped but he didn’t mind if she didn’t.

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“for now,” he repeated. that’s all the time lucas needed. more than enough time. it was in that moment that the elevator would be off indefinitely. but he knew that would never happen. he was always one to live for the moment and in the one right now, he felt the blood running in his veins, the pulsing of them behind his eyes. the throbbing of the side of his head. he felt everything all at once and it was probably one of the best feelings he ever experienced.

there was only a brief moment of silence as lucas scanned caleb’s face once more. but that didn’t last very long as his lips pressed against caleb’s. a place where they just belonged. he had kissed a lot of people. a lot of them. but they all felt the same, not differing from any other person. but caleb, caleb was different in every way. 

it wasn’t a real innocence that wrapped its arms around lucas’s neck, but it damn well may have been as the older of the two was allowed the lead. one so fragile that could be ripped away as easily sa it took the lights to flicker back on. but for now. for now, he was between his legs. and for now, with his arms rested up on his shoulders, he would cross them behind the back of lucas’s head until he could convince both himself and the unholy space that their own corner of the world also meant their own corner of time. and if that were true, then maybe nothing counted when the secondhand stopped doing so as well.

it was still new. still so damn new. the sensation of invisible stubble scraping against his cheek. the bulge pressing on the inside of his thigh, the strong hands so effortlessly able to hold him in place and explore in a way that made himi squirm but never hesitate. he was warm all over the cool of october, breath bated within the kiss as he squeezed his legs tighter around his waist.