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@earthmovertom-blog
sweettalkingacton:
Kit pouted. It was what he did. “But Tom, there’s so much food.” He laughed before crawling into bed with him. He figured he could make Tom get up by him going in. “If you don’t eat, you have to stay here with me.”
Tom didn’t do much but raise an eyebrow, wondering which of the two options was worse at the moment. Eventually, he decided that getting up to run to the other room would take up too much energy, so he just shifted a little. “I ain’t hungry.”
@earthmovertom
When Kit heard about that girl getting attack at the black light party, Kit immediately worried about Tom. Tom went to that party and it could have very easily been him. Something stirred inside Kit; maybe he was unsettled or just protective, but he wanted to put more effort into things with Tom. Thy had been fighting again and Kit was not the type to say sorry twice, but maybe he needed to start being that man.
He started with breakfast. Bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes; he went all out. He wasn’t a bad cook when it came down to it and he never really showed that to anyone before. He had an apron on, the dogs were circling him like vultures, but he didn’t mind that one bit. When he was done he made sure he let the dogs out before going to wake Tom up. “Heyo,” he said to the sleeping man. “Breakfast is done, get your cute butt up.”
Tom didn’t want to get out of bed. To be fair, this wasn’t a just right now problem, more like an everyday thing, but it was especially bad today. He’d decided to go to a social thing of his own free will, and what had happened? Some girl got hurt. Had he brought his luck with him, or something?
“Nuh-uh...” he grumbled, not bothering to move. If Kit could convince him to do something, he might.
thatsjustjack:
Jack felt his heart pounding in his chest. Silly, maybe. He’d kissed loads of people loads of times, but the first kiss with a new guy was always nerve-wracking. He was hyperaware of his smell, his scent, the warmth of the man’s hand on his hip. He felt himself start to smile, lips twitching up as he pulled away to release Tom, glancing up. “This is okay?” he asked softly, thumb tracing the line of his jaw.
Tom wasn’t going to lie to himself. He was a little in shock. This wasn’t really a thing that he did, but he liked it, even if he didn’t have the exact best reasons. He hoped he didn’t look too messed up over it. “Y-yeah. Real okay,” he answered, and regretted talking a little, because he sounded like a mess. He should have known that he could be broken with any kind of nice touching.
thatsjustjack:
The corners of Jack’s lips twitched upwards, a smile playing at the edges of his contemplative frown. Thomas was definitely the protector type, that was just obvious at this point. And he was sweet - really sweet - a little bit nervous and a little compassionate, and Jack’s hand trailed up Jack’s torso slowly to give the man time to bat it away. When he reached the base of his throat, his hand curled around to brace the back of his neck, and he leaned in, slow and soft and pliable, pressing his lips carefully to Tom’s.
At first, Tom thought that he was nervous. The softness wasn’t exactly...new, but it wasn’t something that he was used to, either. There was even every chance to say ‘no’, though he didn’t. He knew very well what was gonna happen, and he was fine with it. So he leaned into it, letting himself enjoy the moment, a hand resting on Jack’s hip. This was nicer than expected. Jack must have had candy recently.
thatsjustjack:
Jack cocked his head to the side, big dumb grin firmly in place. That was… hands down the strangest reaction he had ever had to him calling someone hot, ever, and yet it was weirdly adorable? In some strange, strange way, Jack couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He was sort of confused though - Tom looked like a total dream. If no one had ever told him so before, what was wrong with them? “Well thank you,” he grinned, “Two good looking folks, watching a movie that hopefully won’t make the little one cry.” The boy laughed this time, eyes flashing down briefly to his lips. He totally wanted to, but he didn’t want him to flip out. They were so close, though. He subconsciously licked his lower lip, eyes flitting back up to Tom’s. “You are, though. You have, like, awesome eyes, too. Perfect baby blues.”
Okay, he’d been awkwardly southern, but Jack didn’t seem put off by it at all. Actually, the opposite. Which was good, seeing how Tom hadn’t thought this would work at all...”Nah, you won’t cry. If you do, we’ll watch somethin’ else.” Partly because he knew what discomfort was like, and partly because he didn’t know how to handle people crying. He blushed at the mention of his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had liked them. “Yeah? I think yours might be better.”
thatsjustjack:
Jack bit his lip while Tom deliberated, settling in again when he decided not to think too hard on it. He wasn’t actually sure about Tom’s status in that department, and spooking him this early would suck with a capital S. “That makes sense,” Jack nodded against his pectoral. “Big, buff guy like you. You seem like the protector sort of guy. I like that. That you know you can handle yourself against that kind of thing.” He pulled back to glance up at his face, smiling as he slipped in, “And it’s super hot.”
Tom laughed a little at being called ‘buff’, and felt himself blushing at the sudden compliments. Yeah, he knew that this wasn’t going to be a permanent thing or whatever, but...At least Jack was complimenting him in a way that seemed real. Not like he was trying to just get something. “Hot? I’ll take that, thank ya.” For a moment, he tried to figure out what he should say, because hell, that was a good moment. “You ain’t bad lookin’ yourself.”
thatsjustjack:
To say that this was nice would have been a great understatement. This was very nice, actually. It had been a while - a while more than a while, actually - since he’d been close to someone without it being the aftermath of something more. It had been scary, honestly, after what happened, but now that Jack was here, he settled in happily, cotton and cedar and sandalwood swarming his senses. “What do you mean,” Jack asked, frowning gently, fighting the urge to hide his face. This was a sensory dream come true. “Not much physical stuff? So, like, what?”
A small frown came to Tom’s face, but quickly disappeared. He hadn’t thought he’d said the physical stuff thing out loud, but...Hell, maybe he’d said it. It was hard to tell. “Well...” he started, slow, trying to figure out how to say it. “If I can touch it, then I can punch it, and I can fight it off. Ain’t so scary as stuff that just...happens in my head, I guess.” He shrugged. No need to get any deeper than that.
thatsjustjack:
Jack hadn’t even known that that was what chainsaws were used for, honestly, but wow that made it ten times scarier. “Eek, that’s actually…” he didn’t totally love where his mind went right now in the fear department. He’d been getting mail at his house before he left and the fear of someone popping out of his closet had made its home in plenty of his nightmares. He shivered. “Better get used to me in your lap, then,” he tried to joke. This was why he picked dolls. Guys were scary. He took the opportunity to plaster himself against Tom’s side, working his way into his chest and getting snug. “You’re not a scaredy cat, are you? We can’t both be terrified.”
Tom shrugged. He was thankful that the conversation was just...well, close to normal. It was sort of morbid, but in a decent place for it. “Yeah, it is pretty actually,” he chuckled. Of course, Tom had gone through enough that Leatherface would have been decent to hang out with sometimes. “Ha, if ya say so...” he mumbled, before the surprise of Jack pressing into his side took him by surprise. Tom took a second, to think about what might be okay, before he dropped an arm around Jack’s shoulders. “Nope. Not much scares me.” Not much physical stuff at least.
thatsjustjack:
Jack couldn’t help but giggle, something small and dumb and harmless. It was probably stupid, but his parents were never the most affectionate people, and the guys he’d dated had been a tiny bit of hit with a lot of miss, and it was nice just to be close to somebody for a little while. Maybe this was a little slower going than most of the dates he went on, but that wasn’t exactly a bad thing. In fact, it felt like a pretty good thing indeed. “I dunno,” he grinned, “The Conjuring honestly, like, scared the shit out of me, so I’ve got no clue but I’m along for the ride.” Honestly, it was taking everything in his power not to drape himself over the guy’s lap - he felt like a kid again here. “Do you have a favorite scary movie?”
Tom shrugged. He was never one to get too worked up over ghosts and demons. As far as he could figure, they were as scary as a fairy, because it wasn’t real. Real people were worse. “Well, if you get too scared, you can always hide behind whatever ya need to,” Tom joked, shaking his head. “Well, seein’ as it’s a home state legend, I’m probably gonna have to say Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Big guy with a cannibal family coming atcha with somethin’ that can cut a tree in a couple minutes? Freaky.”
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Tom decided that if he was going to put anything in a time capsule, it might as well be paper. If he got it back, cool. If he didn’t, someone else could read it for him. If they remembered him.
noangelp:
“I bet you’re a lot smarter than you think you are.” She hated seeing someone so down on themselves. It reminded her of…her. “I think I know a guy who can help set you up with a landscaping job if you’re interested. I only know him because of my job, obviously. He seems weird but cool.”
“I dunno. I barely got outta high school. Not that I’m the dumbest guy I know, but...” Tom trailed off and shrugged. He wasn’t really bothered by the fact he’d barely finished school, and couldn’t read at the level he was supposed to. Some people, like him, just weren’t real smart. “For real? What’s his name?”
sweettalkingacton:
Kit laughed bitterly. “I talk pretty? Wow Tom, that almost sounds like you’re into what I’m saying. Its just funny that every time I try to better myself for you, you take it as the time to make jokes.” He leaned forward. “I feel like you want to fight me. I feel like you love fighting me, Tommy boy. So go ahead…fight me.”
Tom moved back as much as he could when Kit leaned forward, eyes flicking away in a moment of what was definitely fear. He was fucking things up again. It was always him. And the fear of being alone had drained the fight out of him, and he was weak again. Like always. “Shut up. We both know you can’t keep nothin’ in your pants.” But the insult was half-hearted, and Tom felt like he was suffocating. And he hated this.
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thatsjustjack:
Jack mirrored the way that Tom sat initially when they reached the couch, folding up into a small ball. When Tom moved, he took it as an invitation to relax a little, closing the distance between them to no more than a few inches as he thought about the movie. The prison thing was interesting and more than a little bit surprising, but everybody had their pasts, light and dark and anything in between. “I haven’t watched Annabelle yet,” he grinned. “Heard it was pretty good though. You wanna? You’ve seen The Conjuring, right? You can’t do one without the other.”
Tom found himself surprisingly comfortable with the proximity, and decided it might be because he knew this wasn’t going to end up as a fight. Even on the off chance that a fight might happen, Tom knew it couldn’t possibly be that bad. “Annabelle? That’s the doll thing, ain’t it? I’ll take ya up on it, I’ve been wonderin’ what’s so scary about a toy.” Of course, he’d seen Chucky once, so he knew toys could be sort of freaky. But this wasn’t a Chucky thing. Relaxing more now, Tom started looking for the movie. “Think it’ll be any good?”
sweettalkingacton:
Kit glared at him. “I took it back because you’re acting like I couldn’t. I can, but why should I?” He knew he was just flat out angry now. “It’s not like we’re fucking together. I was trying to be nice, but if you’re going to be a dick about it, then forget it.”
Tom could feel his fist clench, and he did his best to not lash out. He’d had his last fist fight two years ago and he wasn’t about to start up again. Not over this. “Yeah? Cause you’ve never acted like you could, so why should I believe you’d start now? You tell things real pretty, but it’s just...Just don’t be pissin’ down my back and tell me it’s rainin’, ‘cause I fuckin’ know better.”
noangelp:
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with working at a grocery store. I used to work in produce back home.” She raised an eyebrow. “Landscaping, huh? Well, you should go for it. I mean, why not? isn’t this place supposed to be a new beginning for us?”
“Yeah, nothin’ wrong with it, just ain’t my first pick, you know?” Really, his job wasn’t bad. He got paid...enough, and food was at a discount sometimes. “Mmhm. And I would, but I ain’t smart enough to get hired and I definitely ain’t smart enough to make my own business. It’s sorta tougher than I thought.” And that was even with the fact he could control the ground. “I’ll figure somethin’ out some day, though.”
thatsjustjack:
Jack bit his lip and followed, shamelessly giving Tom a full body once over. There was a reason the boy put so much energy into flirting with this one - there was a whole lot of muscle under that ivory, and the accent was to die for. Between those and that sideways southern charm filled smile - Jack had clearly died and gone to heaven. He pet the puppies happily and walked inside, taking the jumping and pawing as signs of love and ruffling fur left and right. He didn’t go full baby talk just to keep from things getting weird, but it was so worth it. “IT’s gotta be something good. Comedy, horror? What are you into?” The double meaning was completely missing on him, naturally.
Tom tried not to think much as he perched on the couch, in his usual spot, legs to his chest. After a moment, he realized this normal-for-him sitting position might be a bit too defensive, and he planted one foot on the floor instead. There. Close enough. “Well, I’m gonna give ya two movie rules. One, no romance, they’re too...I don’t like ‘em much. And nothin’ with prison. Other than that, I trust yer pick.” If it was a toss up between comedy and horror, Tom couldn’t see himself losing. Comedy meant he might laugh, and horror meant it wouldn’t be weird if he ended up being grabbed.
