deadbeat

King. 20; - arts student. unemployed. trashcan. - selling you dreams since '95.

[ofdaya]

“Well I am leaving for good so I would love to hear your real feelings for once and not just some random growls. Or you just wanna watch me go?”, she asked, fighting her own tears now. Ace should know this, should know that Kingston wouldn’t tell her shit. Wouldn’t make her feel loved or adored or anything at all, he wouldn’t even pretend to care. “When you talk like that all I hear that you don’t care about me even as a friend. It’s whataver, Ace will leave”, she shrugged, stepping back and now not really caring if she was crying or not. 

“A competition? I fucking wish It was a competition cause I do well on that shit. But you guys keep saying it, keep saying that everyone is number one, but when I were number one King? When I was something but the girl you fucked this past year?”, stepping into his direction, both of her hands were on his chest, clunching his shirt, pulling him closer, showing that she meant it. Ace was trying to dig for something, anything that meant that he cared, but he giving her nothing. “That’s bulshit. You wish me gone cause that would make shit easier for you. Cause this way you wouldn’t have to admit that you fucking love me just as much”, letting go of his shirt, she dediced. There was no way she would leave without the words.

[kingstonelliott-blog]

Kingston felt his stomach churn. Guilt rolling over him and anger boiling his blood, making him curl his hands in fists, tightly enough to leave indents into the palms from his nails. A muscle in his jaw twitched. “You must be fucking joking,” he gritted out, “you want me to give you a fucking congratulations for ditching me forever speech,” spat out. “Well, congratu-fucking-lation, Ace, you finally got out!” he couldn’t help scream the words. 

Raising his hands to his neck, he grasped it in hopes he’ll manintain his cool and not loose it. A mock laughter crawled out of his throat. A hollow joyless noise. The noise got cut off short by Ace’s next words and a deep, dark frown twisted on his features. Glaring dark eyes fixated on her. “Do not blame this on me, I’m not the one leaving.” His voice betrayed nothing but cold-steel determination, even if fire crackled in his gaze. 

“And I’ve never, ever meant for you to leave. But why would you even believe that? Even if I fucking mean it. You won’t. And it’s fair. So what? You want to see me beg you to stay? Crawl on my knees and ask your forgivness.” He sighed, suddenly so tired. Tears rushed back in his eyes and he cringed, squeezing his eyes to stop them. “Of course that won’t be enough, because that’s all I’ve been doing for the past year, but all you got from it was - I’m just fucking you,” he shruged and gritted his teeth, biting harshly on his inner cheek to feel something else than the storm in his chest, the heavy weight pulling at his insides, tearing him open. Fight it. Don’t open up. Instincts kicked in, telling him to not let his walls down. For anything. Because once they were down, there was no bulding them back up. He’ll be a wreck. “I can’t give you what you want.” 

[ezrahshields-blog]

Freddie laughed in a huff, wondering if Kingston was serious about his threat or not. And even more so if he wanted his words to ring with truth. The other man’s fingers moved ever so careful across his skin, like a pianist on old, reliable keys. His nose brushed across his jawline in a steady sweep. He inhaled simply to take even more of him in. Frederick pulled Kingston down the the sand past the porch and nestled himself in the larger man’s arms. “Whatever, just don’t go.”

[kingstonelliott-blog]

Kingston huffed a breath at his best friend’s demands, as his lips twitched in a soft smile. Resting his chin on the shorter man’s head, King looked towards the beach, watching the sun set down. A hand rested around Freddie’s waist, while the other cradled his friend’s shoulders. Warm and content from the shared body heat and Freddie’s presence alone, as well as feeling exhausted from their dispute; it didn’t take long for the taller brunette to relax and doze off. 

[ezrahshields-blog]

A breathy laugh broke through the barrage of tears that were at long last running out of ammunition. He didn’t dare let go of King’s hand for fear he might drift even the slightest bit away from him. He squeezed as if to take possession, take him for his own. Freddie was reminded of a Kesha song in which she described locking the one she loved underneath her bed for safe keeping. He never had related to the lyric before this instant.

“I’m sorry, that was the alcohol piloting. But it’s good to know you’ve gotten better since we were 15, Kingy.” Lips placed upon his forehead, Freddie lowered his head into Kingston’s chest. Even through his own locks of hair, he could feel his heartbeat as if it was beating outside of his chest, right by his ear. The breathes he took were like a symphony, flowing into his being for revitalization and right back out again to graze the tiptop of Frederick’s head. “What do we do now?”, he whispered without stirring from his cradled position.

[kingstonelliott-blog]

Kingston loosely wrapped an arm around Freddie’s middle, while he squeezed the other one around his best friend’s hand in return. He snorted at Freddie’s words and lightly pinched his side, keeping him close and strong enough to make it redundant for the man to do anything but take the playful punishment. “I’ll show you later how good I am, you little shit,” he warned, faking a salacious wink and smiled, shaking his head. He squeezed his best friend to his chest tightly and hummed at his question. “Sunset walk on the beach seems fucking appropriate, but maybe, just chill there?” he shrugged, trailing a hand up and down Freddie’s arm and forearm in a silent gesture of telling him he wasn’t about to go anywhere or rather - he didn’t want to let him go. 

[ofdaya]

Not expecting much of his side after her words. More focused on actually delivering the three words that would change their lives, Ace was just glad that she was able to put out. But now, looking at him, she regret it so badly. In some part of her head would hug her and just say - that’s fine, nevermind, let’s move on. Her dreamy side would tell her that he loved her just as much, but none of that was happening. He just seemed hurt. Like her hurt had stabbed him in the stomach. 

“I am actually”, Ace shrugged, walking closer to him, lights from the streetlamp dancing on her face and then not again. Maybe with that glimpse he was able to notice that she had been crying, puffy tanned skin circling her hazel eyes. “I’m not that strong really and the part that I am it’s mostly because I know when I am not wanted or needed”, counting how many steps away from him would be respectful to stay, she crossed her arms around her chest, a way to prevent herself from touching his face, still very worried about his wounds.

“Don’t go there really, I – I just wanted you to know. That I loved since sophomore year and that I realized that when we were on that fucking Ferris Wheel and I was hopping to tell you since then cause I thought -”, another step into him. She wasn’t sure of how many times after this they would see each other so why even care if she was crossing any lines right now? “– I thought I could handle. Tell you and then just be fine. Be fine with you around Lia, Freddie or actually anyone fuckable. I also thought I would be fine being around Sloane but - I’m just tired King. I’m tired of being the second choice. I want to feel especial for once and I’m pretty sure none of these people or this place will make feel thatway”. 

It was really hard to keep that tear, but instead of drying her own, she finally reached to his face, trying to containg his. “And for the record. You didn’t ruin me. I did that by myself. And having you in the world actually saved a few times. It was like I was living between the days that you would come to text or visit. You gave me goals. So - don’t worry. This is a good goodbye”, her fingers brushed his skin, caressing the purples on it.

[kingstonelliott-blog]

He flinched from her hand again and drew back, turning with his back to her to hide, running his hands over his face again as if he were able to clean up everything if he did that enough times. “That’s such bullshit,” he croaked out, anger flaring up in him. “What am I supposed to do now, Ace?” twisted around to gave her an intense glance. “I can’t stop you no matter what I say, anyways, you’ll still do what you do, so,” shrugged, and then snorted, barely holding in a scorn, all while he felt everything inside him unraveling. 

Crossing his hands at his chest, King scoffed, a wheezing ugly noise. His throat felt raw and parched. “That’s your problem, Ace, you see it as a competition, when it’s not one. Not for me. Maybe that’s my problem. And are you seriously telling me you will choose any one of us, in this group, before the other? You’ll put me first? Or Sloane? No, you can’t, because we’re a family and everyone is number one.” he finished off, sourly, gritting his teeth and shrugging again. “I hope you find other goals, then. And someone who will love you like you think you deserve to be loved.” he meant it, as he said it, nothing but sincerity on his face. Even if a storm was brewing under his stone cold facade. 

[ezrahshields-blog]

“I don’t know what this is, but I know you don’t care. Drink up.” Freddie toasted to the other man. After their rendezvous a few nights before, he hoped everything would be normal and natural between the two.

[kingstonelliott-blog]

King took the cup and toasted his friend, grinning up at him as he did and drank out of it as much of the strange liquid as he could. Swallowing, he whipped at the stray droplets that ran down the corner of his mouth to his chin. “Shit, it’s horrible,” he let out a shark laughter. “Thanks, Fred, needed that.” After a beat or so of sipping at his drink, he turned to Freddie again. “Are we mopping around all night or do you want to dance it off?”

[ofdaya]

Once they were walking towards a black alley, Ace knew something was wrong. Different. Something about him was different. About them. It made her heart skip a beat. Scratch that, it made her heart frozen for a few seconds. Like she was dead and back a bitter reminder that things had a end. “Sure”, stepping away from him, she took some of her hair out of her face, sweatty locks dragging on her skin. “Oh God what the fuck was that?”, the words left her lips and she walked in his direction, fingers reaching to touch him, but not doing so, afraid that he wasn’t just hurt, but in pain. “Who the fuck was that”, the right question was made and then she took a deep breath. She wasn’t sure if he would say the truth or anything like that and this was not looking like it would end anything near good so she just stepped away, decided to just talk and get this done. 

“I wanted - I want to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the shitty last couple years we had. I’m sorry for never forgiving you and still sleeping with you anyway. I’m sorry for being confusing, I’m sorry for putting my fucking problems into you”, she was there, steady, under one of one streetlamps.The hard light made funny shades on her face and all he could see was her sweat and shinny lips. “And I wanted —”, not enough breat to keep talking to. “I want”, something on her throat kept bumping. But this had to be done. “I want to say that I love you”, stepping back from the light, almost vanishing into the dark alley, Alma wasn’t expecting much now. “And again, I’m sorry”, the voice came out of nowhere. At least not from her living body, cause she was sure dead after putting this in words.

[kingstonelliott-blog]

King instinctively pressed back against the wall as fingers reached for his face. He didn’t need Ace’s pity or whatever flimsy piece of affection she couldn’t shake off for him, even after the things he’s done to her. He inhaled deepily and forced his tense shoulders to relax. “Doesn’t matter, a guy,” he lied. Ace won’t be asking if she knew exactly what happened. A part of him still wanted to hold her guilty for it, but it won’t be fair. Nothing is fair. King listened, getting more and more confused by each line of apology he didn’t deserve. 

At all. “Ace...” he tried to stop her, but immediately closed off his face and sunk into the refuge the shadowed alley provided. I love you. The three words echoed in his mind, not making any sense to him. His stomach churned and his chest constricted; his lungs collapsed as he struggled breathing right. No. No. No. The only thing he was able to do was repeat that word over and over again and maybe, just maybe, he’d make it all irrelevant. A dream, a nightmare, whatever. Looking at her sent a straight arrow through him. No, not an arrow. A bullet. His hands covered his face as he curled in on himself and pushed his head hard against the concrete wall. A harsh wake-up call. 

He couldn’t even make a joke about any of this. Laugh it off, deflect the subject, hide and run and not talk about anything. No, it wasn’t a game. It wasn’t hide and seek. He cursed inwardly and flipped his hands away from his face, snapping them at his sides. A realization came to him that he might be losing someone who actually cared about it. Losing her because of his own mistakes. “A... you’re not leaving,” he punched the words out. “You can’t. You... can’t let me get to you like that. You’re strong. Stronger than me. The strongest person I know. So you can’t let me win, okay. I don’t care if you have to beat me to a plum or make someone else to do, ‘cause I’m a fucking ruin and...” he choked on his own words, struggling to breath. Tears prickled and a few run down his cheeks. He quickly whipped them away with the back of his hand. “I didn’t want to ruin anyone.”

[ezrahshields-blog]

A rush of relief and warmth ran over the entirety of Frederick’s body, he squeezing even tighter around his best friend. It wasn’t unlike the dozens of times Freddie and King had fallen asleep in the same bed, only to wake up the next morning wrapped around each other. It was never anything but platonic, and Freddie never wanted it to be anything else. There was just an immensely comforting quality about Kingston that he’d yet to find in anybody else. He wiped his gleaming eyes on the man’s shoulder. 

“You don’t have to be sorry, I’ll be sorry for the both of us. We were always better together, you know?” He still refused to release himself from the other man’s arms, his drunkenness slowly fading away as though carried out by the stream of tears meeting their end on the wooden patio floor below. The fingers on one hand had wormed their way into the spaces between Kingston’s, the other hand preoccupied with rubbing the larger man’s back. He moved his head upwards and stared into his brown eyes, still successfully holding back from shedding even one tear. Freddie brushed his hair away from his forehead, placed his hand on King’s jawline, and let his lips intertwine with the pair opposite him. He took no time in letting his tongue explore, his heart racing a billion times a second.

[kingstonelliott-blog]

The press of lips against lips froze him for a mere second, before he responded slowly to the persisting grazes and the incentive tongue. Parting his lips to it, he let Freddie deepen the kiss, whilst his hands traveled down Freddie’s back and up again to grasp the sides of his neck and pull him closer, despite the fact that there was no more space between them for that to be needed. He still wanted to close any distance between them. A full year has been enough for that. 

A muffled low-throaty noise escaped him in-between kisses. His own thumb whipped off the wetness from one of his cheeks, his fingers twined through his hair. His pulse thundered in his ears as the kiss went on further - for what felt like minutes, hours. He didn’t feel like letting him go, but with a bit of reluctance he did, slowly, retreat his lips and fluttered his eyes open to look at Freddie. A spark of something arousing in them, finally. “Missed me that much, huh?” he jabbed, voice hoarse and small, not an nuance of anything vile behind the words. Just light teasing, as ever. Soft pants left his mouth as he spoke. Thumbing Freddie’s cheekbone again, he leveled his hand down to his shoulder and smiled crookedly. In a small gesture of affection, he tipped his head back and grazed his lips on Freddie’s forehead, pulling him back in to give him a quick, but lingering hug. 

[camerondsilva-blog]

Cameron took a couple of blows to the chest and the face with heavy groans, the adrenaline and testosterone taking over after King managed to hit him for a third time. “You think you can go around fucking everyone over and get away with it?” Cam growled, moving to shove Kingston back. He offered no additional context to the statement, his eyes narrowing at King instead. It was obvious that King height a good deal of height ans weight over him, but Cam used the sheer force of his fury to throw a punch towards King again, grabbing the other male by the front of his shirt to swing him towards the pool. 

[kingstonelliott-blog]

Kingston’s jaw tightened harder than ever and his eyes narrowed into a heated glare at the man. The shove pushed him a step back before he caught himself and straightened out again, pushing back into his shoulders with the palm of his hands. The punch hit him square in the jaw, too fast and hard for him to catch before it came raining down on his face. Blood flooded his mouth and a sharp intake of breath left his lungs. “Fucking-” he stammered out, eyes black and fierce as he turned around after recoiling from the hit. He reached out, grasping at his arm and swinging his fist towards him as he dangled dangerously close to the edge of the pool after being shoved again. “You motherfuck, who the fuck,” punctuated out between ragged breaths, “do you think you are?”

[ezrahshields-blog]

“I cannot make any promises that anything going on in this corner is legal. If not well…”

[kingstonelliott-blog]

“Hit me up, buddy,” King smirked coyly, despite the fading bruises on his cheek. As he said that, he slid next to his best friend on the loveseat.

[ofdaya]

Parties were especial to Ace. Like a sanctuary, a space where she was able to find herself. That was a concept she only fully understood when arriving in the US. Through movies in Brazil she always saw american people trying to find themselves, always trying to stay true or things like that. It meant nothing to her until her first freshman party. This was it, the things were everything healed, where she could let go of any plan, ideas or hopes that anyone ever had for her. This was just Alma being alma.

Which right now meant dancing around after two tall glasses of vodka and some sweet stuff she wouldn’t care to remember. Dancing was her primal element anyway, especially with this amount of people. Being by herself was great, but dancing with strangers was the best. Someone got closer, firm grip around her waist. It was probably someone that she had flirt earlier, but once focusing the face, Ace stopped completly. “Oh”, her lips stopped forming the shape of her words. “Sure”, him being close sent chils down to her spine. She fucking hated that. “I actualy wanted to talk to you. Let’s go”, Ace haven’t stopped dancing tho, moving around his digits, waiting for him to lead the way.

[kingstonelliott-blog]

King’s annoyance grew relentless as Ace continued to wind her hips in small circles, uncaring of his hands on her. It will be so easy to fall in her rhythm and just... forget himself in her as he did so many times before. The familiarity of their closeness tugged at his heartstrings, annoying him even further. With sure hands, he guided her towards a the exit. Outside the ocean breeze smelled salty as opposed to the bittersweet smell perpetuating the club - a mixture of perfumer, cologne and sweat. Turning into a darker, abandoned back alley, he moved his hands away from her, leaning on the wall. The shy rays of moonlight sown light blue and faded yellow on his abused cheekbones. Shaking out a pack of cigs from his pocket, he lit one up and inhaled the smoke greedily and exhaled it in a long breath. “You go first. What d’ya wanna talk about?” 

[ezrahshields-blog]

He kept his mouth shut, knowing that Kingston was entirely right. The man was forced to carry his flaws and quirks with him everywhere he went, each and every one of them proceeding him before he got a chance to make an impression for himself. The other man’s tone rang with bitter undertones through Freddie’s eardrums, as if King’s reputation was his fault. He couldn’t deny having joined in with the group when it came to dogging on Kingston, but the teasing and roasting never come from a place of ill intentions. He recognized that everyone has their flaws, especially himself. Kingston was his best friend despite those flaws and instead for all the good that he was. It was only now that he realized that not everyone saw the good that he saw.

“You’re a hell of lot more than a fucking Walgreens to me,” he shouted, spit bursting from his quivering lips. His bottled up anger was depleting as he spoke, the space it had long occupied instead filling with tremendous regret. Both for not being there for the closest person he had to a brother and for trying to pile all the blame onto him. He peered down at King as he thrusted himself into the patio chair, rolling his eyes as they filled to maximum capacity with tears. “As if you could have ruined anything for me, you idiot. You always made things better.” Two watery streaks had at last been allowed to make their mark upon the drunken man’s face. He got on his knees and placed his chest against the other man’s knees. “I needed you,” he breathed through his clenched teeth. Still sobbing, he hugged his best friend and squeezed tight across his upper back.

[kingstonelliott-blog]

King’s body froze up at the shout. His eyes widened slightly as he peered at his best friend and the rare display of rage on his features. Opening his mouth, he closed it promptly as Freddie came up to him and instead of hitting or spitting in his face, fell to his knees and hugged him. Freddie’s word barely registered to him as his mind refused to work. He closed his eyes, feeling the strain of tears behind his eyelids and took a shaky breath, hard enough to make his chest stutter with the effort. 

“Fuck,” he gritted out, biting his bottom-lip. “I’m sorry, Fred,” he whispered, crookedly. “I’m so fucking sorry,” his hands reached up around the smaller man and pulled him up while King raised his own body to stand up, hugging the man to his chest with one hand slung on Freddie’s quivering shoulders. Fingers curled around Freddie’s nap and drew him in, closer to his chest. He inhaled again, through his nose, squeezing his eyes and refusing to cry. He had to be strong. He had to not let Freddie see him fall apart like the shitshow he actually was. 

“I didn’t know...” he breathed out, voice wobbling. His chest heaved with each labored breath and felt as if hundreds of elephants were tap-dancing on it. Guilt curled low in the pit of his stomach and thrived there. He’ll never be able to right anything of what he’s done. Not even this. And he hated how lost and powerless he felt because of it. How he hurt the few people he actually cared about, even if he tried his best not to. You’re poison, a little voice in him whispered back.

[kingstonelliott-blog]

{ @freakingace }

King slid on a bar stool after navigating the bodies dancing on the makeshift dancefloor and whipped out a bill to catch the bartender’s attention. “Three shots, tequila,” he ordered, leaning on the edge of the bar after turning around to watch the debauchery happening before him. He smirked. The sting from the punches taken in the last few days stopped and in the black dim light nobody will be able to see them - not unless they scrutinized his face. 

He drowned the shots one after the other and slammed the glasses on the table, barely scrunching anymore at the burn of it. Even in the dark and crowded room, his eyes focused on a moving body just a few steps away. Ace. He scowled and balled a hand in a fist, digging his nails painfully in the meat. The three shots quenched his thirst, but not his rage. He pushed off the bar and strode to her, ignoring as he bumped into random people in his one-man mission to get to the Brazilian girl. He smiled at her when she noticed him and slid behind her, large palms on her waist. “Hey, babe, got a minute?” whispered in her ear. 

[ezrahshields-blog]

The sheer aura Kingston carried and the force with which he stood up was more than enough to shake Freddie to his core. He could only stare wide eyed, determined not to blink, as the other man broke it all down in his own way. A matching set of boiling red, rage-filled faces mere inches apart was the closest the best friends had been since their same faces were plastered with elation, throwing their graduation caps towards the sky. The man’s heart seemed to be screaming for his attention, but Frederick was too occupied with the chaos ensuing in his cranium. Even the rom-com comment that would easily have had him in stitches just a moment before instead fueled his resolve.

“Stop by and what? See how well you were doing, how many people you’d convinced they were your friends, how you were still managing to have a great life without me? Don’t pretend like people haven’t always flocked to you, King. They might not have been anything more than a credit card or a hookup to you, but you were well off enough because of them.” Freddie’s breaths had grown deep, not even any room between sentences for his lungs to recover. He downed another whole bottle and smashed it into the trash, the glass creating their own symphony inside the metallic receptacle. “You always knew that you’d end up going to school, even if you didn’t want to. But you never asked me to come with you.”

[kingstonelliott-blog]

A great life? King groaned at that. Freddie had no idea how far away he was from the truth with that snide. “How is that different from you,” he sneered back at him, wrapping his arms closely to his chest instead of doing something else like grab Freddie by the collar and give him a good shake and bring him back to his senses. “You who act like everyone’s your pal and everybody loves you, even with your flaws, but not me, Freddie, I don’t get to show mine, ‘cause then people start bickering at me for them.” He didn’t go easy on his friend with that comment as he thinly-veiled accused him of exactly doing that; shoving his flaws in his face while telling him how people liked to flock around him. 

“They are a hookup and a wallet to me as much as I am a walking drugstore to them.” and that’s the truest truth out there, King was nothing to everyone without his drugs. He smacked his lips shut to stop the pity party from going on even further than this. King pushed himself off the rail and dropped back in the chair so hard the piece of furniture crackled precariously under his weight. He took a beer and popped it out, drowning it in huge gulps and tossing it away, indifferent to where it will land. He scoffed, darting a vicious glance at his friend. “And ruin that opportunity for you? Never,” his voice dripped sarcasm as he said that.

[prettylittlecallie-deactivated2]

“I dated Tanner, I can handle biting.” Callie said looking at him. “I know what I would be getting myself into.

[kingstonelliott-blog]

Laughing so hard, he threw his head back, he shook his head as his shoulders jolted up and down uncontrollably. “Not what I meant, sweetie,” he rested his chin on her head and let out a breath. “I mean sleeping with me will come to bit you up on your ass.”

[sloanebronte-blog]

As much as Sloane longed to help him, she knew that there was nothing she could possibly say or do without King’s willingness to be helped. It was evident he wouldn’t be opening up to her at any point soon, but she still felt the itch to make him feel like he was safe around her, if not only to help patch her own feelings of uselessness, as well as an attempt to brush off what he’d said about her…minor ailment. She stood when he crossed to her dresser, following suit without a word, Before he could object, she threw her arms around his middle from behind, her face pressed against the soft linen of his t-shirt. “You don’t have to do anything, K,” she mumbled, tightening her grip around him. “I’m here for you, okay? If you’re ever ready to let me in. I’m always here for you.”

[kingstonelliott-blog]

King’s body tensed at the unexpected hug from the blonde. Sloane’s always been one for looked after others more than herself and King understood why she did it. Why she felt like protecting and caring for the bunch of them, but at the same time he wished Sloane will take it easier, let things go. Thankfully, she didn’t push the whole let-me-know-you issue anymore. He relaxed a bit and cupped one of her palms in his, giving it a good squeeze before he slipped out of her hold. “I know that, Slo, you’ll be the first I come to when I’m gonna need to have a heart-to-heart, okay?” King snorted, pulling his hands behind his back and straightening out his frame. “I, just,” he huffed his chest. “I don’t know how to right this.” He finally admitted, looking suddenly as if he aged three years in the span of one conversation.

[camerondsilva-blog]

Cameron said nothing as he approached the young man who was poolside, his nostrils flaring while he strode closer, his mind set only on the conversation he’d had with Ace earlier. As he got closer, he saw that someone else had made it to King before he could–surely unrelated–but that wasn’t going to stop him on his mission. Without so much as a reason why, Cam pulled his arm back as he made it to King, throwing his fist towards the other man’s face with as much fury as he could muster. 

[kingstonelliott-blog]

King’s been sucker punched before - unsurprisingly - but coming from Cameron... He had to coming, to be honest, if he believed that in the first place. Groaning loudly and letting out a hissed string of vicious curses, Kingston pushed himself off the lounger in a quick motion, grabbing Cameron’s collar in a tight fist and used his height to leer over the other man. He gritted his teeth and snarled lowly in his throat. His nostrils flared with his gaze steeled and threw daggers at the shorter man. “Oh, I’ve been fucking waiting for this,” he drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm and venom. He shoved Cameron back, hardly containing his brute force and balled up his hands, throwing one in his direction then another. Blinded by his rage, King’s punched landed haphazardly and sloppily, but that didn’t matter to him. If Cameron wanted to dance, they will fucking dance. 

[prettylittlecallie-deactivated2]

“I’m shit faced drunk, King.” She giggled. “We could find a private room.” Callie suggested putting a hand on his chest.

[kingstonelliott-blog]

He laughed with her at her remark. “Ditto,” he wheezed out between giggles, shoulders shaking slightly up and down. “A private room, huh?” he repeated, teasingly. “Don’t think you know what’re getting yourself into, Callie, I bite,” he clarified, making a motion with his mouth as if he was about to actually bite her.