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Grant dropped the cigarette and squashed it under his shoe. He pulled him in to kiss his head, “Nothin’ wrong with arm candy. Especially when I get to eat it later.” He teased him before pulling away and shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants. “My little sister is around here somewhere– if you see a tiny girl with white hair, run the other way.”

Looking up with pure admiration, he was still finding it hard to believe, mainly because he had never been as happy as he was with Grant. “I’m going to hold you to that.” He smirked, still keeping an arm on him when they pulled apart, as if he was scared he would just leave him. “There’s more of you out there? Well that’s just not fair.”

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Grant stood outside the venue, smoking a cigarette with his other harm rubbing at the back of Joel’s neck. “There’s gonna be trouble tonight.” He broke the silence, puffing out a cloud of smoke. “And I want a front seat to the shit show this is gonna turn into.” He let out a laugh and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Couldn’t come without my arm candy.” Grant teased him.

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This was probably their first official date, something which Joel was very aware of, although outwardly he was still the same smarmy arse people had grown to know and one had grown to love. Joel was holding onto his waist, laughing at his words “Oh I’m excited to.” He smirked, looking at him mock surprised. “I’m just arm candy for you eh? I’m wounded.”

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Grant would never forget those words… Focus on me… They were going to help him get through those shitty nightmares, the sketchy jobs HIVE sent him on, the fear of dying if he went against anything he was told. HIVE and Brother Blood stayed well out of his personal life– they managed to leave Gwen alone, and for the most part Rose and Joey were safe too, at least from a few things. But, God, he’d never forgive himself if Joel ever got hurt. “I won’t– I– I won’t.” For the first time in a long time, his voice was so soft as he relaxed, fingers shaking as his hands held Joel’s face gently.

Joel was not a saint. From living is England to his move to America he had never been on the right side of the law. He was lucky he didn’t have to change for Grant, but the man only had to say the word and he would give up on his life of crime. Before they’d met nothing could ever amuse him, he turned to his antics mainly to pass the time, but now he couldn’t imagine being bored again. “Good, because this is so new, and perfect... I can’t lose you okay.” He wasn’t normally sappy, but he couldn’t bring himself to even think of a life alone after how amazing this had been.

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“Excuse me, but as you can see I am a bit busy here.” The woman in front of him was shaking and hysterical, as he swung the gun around nonchalantly. “So if you don’t mind just leaving me and the girl to our alone time, I would be very grateful.”

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The only people under Grant’s constant protection were Rose and Joey. Nothing could ever happen to them or he’d pretty sure he’d lose it. All Joel had to do was look at Grant and he was on that list now too. If anyone so much as came at him too strong, Grant would unleash hell on them. “Then don’t let me go.” He pulled back to look at him. “Don’t let me go and don’t leave. People always leave.” Grant spilled out before reconnecting their lips again.

The mere thought of leaving Grant was too much for him to even think about. That’s how Joel dealt with tough situations, he just ignored them until they got too serious to put off. But he would never have to think about leaving Grant, as the only way that would occur would be if he was literally dragged away. “Don’t worry about stuff that will never happen. Just focus on me.” Freeing Grant from his shirt, his hand ran down his chest before he gave him another soft kiss. “Don’t stop focusing on me.”

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Grant looked down at him, thumbs rubbing circles on his cheekbones while a smile graced his lips. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He repeated over and over before connecting their lips carefully again. As if Joel could shatter into a million tiny pieces if he kissed him too hard. Grant didn’t know what to do with this– what to say to Joel or how to act with him. But he found if he didn’t think too much about it, everything came so naturally.

Joel was never a believe in karma, and this just another thing that proved it didn’t exist. If it did he would probably be half dead in a ditch somewhere with his history, and not being held by who was most likely the best thing to ever happen to him. “God you’re never allowed to leave okay?” He told him, grabbing onto his hair as if that was how he was going to keep him there, knowing that he couldn’t last without the taste of his lips.

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Grant felt a piece missing— a piece he nearly had filled with Gwen, but that got ruined months ago. There were several others he tried to distract himself with though, and Joel was really supposed to just be another one whose pants he got into. But as they talked and flirted and kissed, Grant couldn’t let him be just another one. Grant’s hands dropped to his waist to hold him close, smiling against his mouth. “Thank you…for letting me stay here.” He breathed out in between kisses.

Serious feelings terrified Joel, but he wasn’t one to deal with his worries in a healthy way. Instead he would just put them off and take them out on his unlucky victims. “You don’t have to thank me.” He smirked, pulling away just for a moment. “Well not like that. I’m sure we can figure something out.” Out of all the things that brought Joel happiness he would never have expected this to be on the list. But there he was, making out with the first person he truly cared for, feeling absolutely elated.

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Grant felt like he’d been pretty much rendered heartless after all the testing and experiments HIVE had done. Honestly, he still had the nightmares and the fact he just woke up screaming the other night worried him since he’d be sharing a bed with Joel. A warm smile spread on his face at the nickname, hand going to the back of Joel’s head while he gently pressed their lips together. Grant didn’t want him to separate, not even for a moment– but when they did, he could only gaze hungrily at him. He nodded, following closely behind the other.

There had been many people before Grant. Promiscuity was the norm for Joel, but there had never been any feelings involved. Well that was ensuring you didn’t count lust as a feeling. Then Grant came along and made everything feel strange. They started out like he normally did, but he could never have imagined how strongly he would grow to care for him. As soon as the reached the bedroom, Joel wasted no time in kissing him once more, holding onto his head as he lost himself in his touch.

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A lot of shit didn’t fly with Grant— but, God, he’d hold up the entire world on his own two shoulders if Joel pouted his lips and asked him to. “Would I?” He asked, stepping closer and tilting Joel’s chin up with his index finger and thumb. “Might as well start breaking it in now.” He spoke, a rumbly laugh leaving his throat before his lips were pressed to Joel’s.

Joel wasn’t a nice person. He was cruel, sadistic and could easily be described as evil, but around Grant nobody would be able to tell that those two people were the same. “I’d make certain of it, love.” Joel’s hands slid under the other’s shirt, pushing them closer together as they kissed. It took a while but he finally managed to push himself away, the taste of Grant lingering on his lips. “Follow me.” He smirked, taking him up to the master bedroom.

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“What did I say?” Grant tilted his head, though he couldn’t help the grin on his face. “Well in that case, make me a coffee. I’m good at ignoring judgy people.” He winced a little at the bag being carelessly tossed to the sofa. “Me? A tease? Oh, I would never.” The blonde faked a dramatic gasp as he stepped closer to Joel. “But this house is ours now– I can be a tease if I wanna.”

An innocent shrug was his simple retort, knowing that he could get away with quite a lot with Grant. “Oh I think you’d have trouble ignoring me.” It only took a simple wink to get across his meaning. Most people who knew Joel, knew him as being a notorious flirt, but with Grant there was something behind it all. Something that wasn’t normally there. “Oh can you now? Maybe we should just skip the hot drink and I’ll take you on a tour of the house. Starting with the bedroom.”

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“Careful with that one.” Grant said quickly when Joel took the weapons bag– they were all dismantled and completely harmless, but Grant still found himself warning the other. “Hot drink and kettle can only mean tea.” His nose wrinkled. He couldn’t remember the last time he had tea but he did drink coffee almost religiously. “It’s–uhm– it’s nice. Much better than the motel. Sort of.” A small smirk pulled up on his lips.

Careful wasn’t a real word in Joel’s vocabulary. which is why he was prompted to give the bag a shake at his warning. “I like a bit of danger.” He turned, giving him a wink as he threw the bag onto the sofa. “I could make you a coffee, but I would be judging you as you drank it, loudly and often.” He laughed, the space between the two men slowly decreasing. “Sort of eh? Are you being a tease. Wilson? Because I won’t stand for that in this house.”

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Grant knocked on the door before adjusting the two duffel bags on his shoulders. He didn’t have much– one bag was just his weapons and the other was full of some clothes and that was about it. He was a little nervous about the whole moving in thing, really he just didn’t want to screw this up like he’d done with so many other people in the past. But Joel opened the door and the mere sight of him blew all Grant’s worries away. “Uhm– hey.” Grant nodded with a small smile, looking pretty sweaty and beat up from his job.

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Joel was not the type of person to feel nervous, yet for some reason the moment Grant actually said yes he turned into some suburban housewife, cleaning things that hadn’t been cleaned since he had moved in. Quickly checking himself out in the mirror, he answered the door, slightly surprised how little baggage he had brought with him. “Hello there. I’ve put kettle on if you want a hot drink.” He grabbed one of the bags off of him leading him into the main room.

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[[ text to ;; joel ]] : well excuse me, i didn’t know i was moving in with the queen.

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : i’m on my way then..

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : you sure you want me at your place?

[[ text to ;; grant ]] : you’re learning stuff about me already

[[ text to ;; grant ]] : good!!!!!!!!!!!

[[ text to ;; grant ]] : omfg i’ve just spent the last three hours cleaning this mess you had better be coming

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{ three hours later }

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : alright i’m done.

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : he put up a pretty good fucking fight

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : i’m sore as hell and you’re going to make me unsore

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : understood?

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : you took your bloody time.

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : mmm i bet he did

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : the original plan was to make you sorer but i’ll see what i can do ;)

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[[ text to ;; joel ]] : THE GUY HAS TO GET HERE FIRST

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : then he kicks the bucket. i grab what i need. then i go over to my pretty boy’s place.

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : just use your imagination. you’re smart.

[[ text to ;; grant ]] : god this is soooo boring he better hurry his ass up [[ text to ;; grant ]] : is this going to happen in the foreseeable future or will i die of old age before then???????? [[ text to ;; grant ]] : boosting my ego to try and stop the conversation, you know me well

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grantwilsons:

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : don’t rush me. art takes time

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : i like steak. mashed potatoes. corn. i still talk with my mouth full though.

[[ text to ;; joel ]] : eh. it’s all about perspective.

[[ text to ;; grant ]] : blah blah blah hurry up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [[ text to ;; grant ]] : mmm i’m gonna need proof of that [[ text to ;; grant ]] : well i won’t know until your arse is here will i

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