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@loudbark--deepbite
-𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐇. 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒. -𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈'𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍?
ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏꜰ 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇. ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴛᴇᴘʜᴇɴ ᴋɪɴɢ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ꜰɪʟᴍ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ.
𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚓. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, +𝟸𝟻, 𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 @hawkinshellraiser + @autopsified
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he can't help but feel a little overwhelmed that he actually had someone in this place. he'll scoff a little bit, giving a shrug of his shoulders. "once there was someone who tried to loot it but found out it was a glorified tree house. i don't have anything of actual worth in here," sure, some of the comics were probably a lot of money back whenever that shit mattered. ( now it was just a form of entertainment that made you feel a little more than nostalgic. )
oh, he can feel heat rise up on his face again whenever he's backed up against the wall. ( he'd say it's sturdy, but you shouldn't want to test that theory. ) he'll tuck his chin towards his chest a bit as he peers up at gary through loose curls that fell into his face. ( oh, gary has no idea how many firsts he is. ) the play on words feels like a dig that makes his chew at the inside of his cheek. ( he doesn't have a rebuttal for that. )
though, gary brings him in close and kisses him again. ( maybe he isn't so annoyed by the comment anymore. ) he'll wrap his arms around his shoulders, happy the work boots keep him from having to stand on his tip toes too much. ( always a little hit to his ego. )
he can't help but let out a little scoff at the idea that he wouldn't show up. "what? and risk you trashin' my palace?" he'll wrinkle his nose with a cheeky little smile, eyes narrowing in a way that could be considered cat like. "i wouldn't want to set up the dude that sucked your cock, personally. i wouldn't be that stupid,"
Gary giggles a little bit at this- his palace. It's a little hard to tell if he says this earnestly, sarcastically, or a bit of both. "Yeah, well..." Gary trails off sucking on his teeth a little. "Kinda mine now, too, you know." He's definitely mostly joking, but it is true. If he really wanted it to be. But it's pretty low on the list of priorities of what he would force out of Mapplethorpe.
"Nah, I wouldn't've even thought about it," he assures him. Gary's hands on the skin of Mapplethorpe's back pull him tighter up against him. "'Specially not when you did so good at it." Once Mapplethorpe is draped over him enough to his liking Gary moves one of his hands, the other still wrapped around him, and drags his thumb over his pouty lips. "Could barely think about anything 'cept this mouth since I left."
sitting on a boys lap as he does his own thing and i fall asleep ugh i need this
Violetta admittedly misses the signs of Gary's reaction to what she's saying, too caught up in explaining what she discovered to notice. It's definitely something she wants to mess around with, even if she can't show anyone besides Chester and the ghosts. The implications of being able to capture ghosts in some capacity on film was fascinating in itself to her.
"Oh, um..." she hesitates for a moment, not sure if she is willing to let the picture go. She's also interested in the photo, but ultimately decides that she could make another print from the original negative, and she plans on experimenting with this more, anyway. So finally, she nods, "Yeah, you can have it."
Still, she takes it back so Gary can take off his camera. At first, she's not sure where it was going, but it clicks for her when he takes out the film roll. "Oh, I mean, I'd be honored, but..." she hesitates, trying to decide how to phrase it. "We don't know how this works with objects of the dead. It might get ruined. Are you sure you want me to try?"
Gary swallows a lump that starts to settle in his throat at the word ruined, but shrugs nonetheless. "Ain't doin' any good just sittin' there for, what... forty years? Ish? And it ain't like I can develop 'em myself. If I ain't here, you can give 'em to Siobhan if you want." Gary hands the film roll to her with a bit more confidence. Now that he's said it out loud. It isn't doing any good sitting inside his camera, possibly decaying. Plus he really wants to see how they came out.
"Maybe just... be careful about it. Probably not a good idea for anyone else but the two of you to see what's on it. Anyone else would be askin' questions you don't got the answer to." He roughly, but briefly, rubs a hand over his face. "There's, like... bodies and stuff on it." Gary inches a little closer so he can drop his voice; there's a lot of busy bodies who don't like to mind their own business there at the park. "I didn't really tell anyone here how I died, 'cause it's fucked up, and sad, and shit. But it was, like... a last man standing kinda thing." He rocks gently from his heels to his toes. It's been so long since he got into, well... any of it. Describing his own lived experiences feel awkward in his mouth. "I mean, there's normal shit on there, too. Like a cat we saw. But, y'know... not most of it. I wouldn't make you find out the hard way, in case you don't wanna do it."
the feeling of the growl against his skin causes goosebumps to prickle up almost immediately. the feeling of gary's breath and his lips on his neck was enough to drive him crazy. ( he hadn't gotten the chance to experience it before--.... having to keep up with appearances. ) though, right now? he had gary all to himself. nothing to worry about until he got back to hilltop. ( though, if anyone got on him about the marks that gary had left, he'd just remind people to mind their damn business. )
he can't help but moan whenever gary sucks on his neck harder. his hands grasp at the material of his shirt, a huff leaving him as he tried to keep himself calm. a soft pout settles on his lightly freckled features whenever gary pulls away. one of his hands comes up to run along his neck, the flesh tender from the number that gary had done to it. ( gary grabs his chin and mapplethorpe fucking melts. ) god, he's so pathetic. if anyone would tell him he'd be like putty for a guy, he'd laugh. ( though, he is exactly that. )
once gary climbs off of him, he can't help but look a little dazed as he sits up. he'll push his curls from his face as he scrambles up to his feet with an obvious bounce in his step. "it ain't much but it's mine--..." he says this rather proudly as he pushes open the makeshift door ( old wood from a dilapidated barn nearby. ) before he opens up his arms as he does a little spin. "i've got posters, magazines, comics--..." he'll take the toe of his boot to gently kick a crate. "got a bunch of blankets and pillows. i just come here to clear my head." on occasion, walkers stumble through but it was a rarity. nothing he couldn't handle with a quick knife to the head. ( they were usually extremely decayed and slow. easy target. ) he'll let out a huff, rubbing at the back of his neck.
"i guess--...make yourself comfortable. like i said, it ain't much and i've never brought anyone here before,"
Gary follows him inside, and even though he only looks around the small space with one to keep the other devoted to tracking Mapplethorpe's every move, he can tell there's a lot of thought put into it. "You ever get anyone breakin' in here before?" he asks in his brief inspection. "Even just, like, just lookin' for somewhere to sleep?"
Oh they'll be getting comfortable, alright. "Oh yeah," Gary says, all of his attention suddenly on him. It's a nice little spot, but at the end of the day it's just somewhere for the two of them to meet. To him, at least. Gary gets closer, gently backing him up against the wall. He doesn't know how sturdy they are, and doesn't want to find out the hard way. "Almost forgot, I'm your first."
He drapes his arms around Mapplethorpe's shoulders, pulling him in and kissing him again. Now that things are way more certain, being that meeting in the middle is far more of a commitment than it would have been a little less than ten years ago, he doesn't have to hold back quite as much. On either side of the spectrum. He can be more honest than he would ever think about back at Hilltop (though he didn't necessarily expect to want to), and really tear into him once they taking their clothes off.
"I missed you, too," he confesses, his nose pressed up against Mapplethorpe's. "I didn't know if you'd show up either." Gary plays the material of Mapplethorpe's shirt a little bit. Maybe just an excuse to slip his fingers under the hem. "Thought, y'know... maybe you were just tellin' me what I wanted to hear 'cause you're scared of me. Or start worryin' I was settin' you up, or something."
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mapplethorpe watches carol anne carefully, watching as she pinches gary's cheek. ( treating him like a child whenever he's far from it. ) his mother isn't necessarily being bad. no, not at all. in fact, anyone would probably assume it was a mother and son interacting--.... and they wouldn't be wrong. ( though, mapplethorpe has a bit of a backstory. ) not to mention, gary seems to always be searching for her approval. ( something that mapplethorpe didn't understand but he would never argue. ) he was spoiled with having a very doting mother. ( which was why he could tell things weren't necessarily right with gary's mom. )
the blonde let's gary lead him into the kitchen, holding onto his arm and leaning against his side. ( he doesn't mind being gary's security blanket. ) though, mapplethorpe doesn't look very threatening in his track shorts and sweater combo. he'll turn to look over to her, furrowing his eyebrows whenever she asks for something stronger. "the only thing we have is the american stuff i wanted to try so i ain't sharin'," a little unnecessary comment, but it's almost like mapplethorpe feels the need to remind her where she stands. ( which he's not even fully sure where that is. )
she looks past gary and towards him, which just makes him lean into gary more. ( he basically presses his cheek against his shoulder with a little pout, looking almost cherubic. ) though, the fact of the matter is that mapplethorpe was starting to get overprotective. his arms move to wrap around gary's middle whenever she mentions the distance. ( don't fucking remind him. ) though, he'll click his tongue on the roof of his mouth, giving gary's hand a squeeze.
"it was a music festival of sorts but, like--... indoor. jenny and gary's band was playing and i was djing the afterparty. we met smokin' a cigarette out front." he'll lift his head to look up at gary fondly. "and the rest if history, yeah?"
Gary lets out a laugh shaped exhale, moving his hand linked with his to wrap around Mapplethorpes side. He’s quickly taking on the same attitude he’d had when Gary was too anxious to tell a waiter that he did, in fact, order his food without onions (he never wouldn’t- he doesn’t trust mostly anyone to chop them small enough that the texture doesn’t bother him), and he loves it. 'I think he’d know what he fuckin' ordered,’ he had abruptly cut in. Gary is infinitely more tickled about it now than he had been then.
"Christ, sounds like how I met your fuckin' father,” she says with a laugh and an air of dark humor
"Ew, momma," he whines immediately. It's not that his father is an off limits topic for either of them. Just that there isn’t much to say. She only knows so much about the guy from, what, a months worth of time over a few years? And Gary isn’t inclined to be curious about him. So he’s generally undiscussed. And whenever he is, it’s weird.
"Hush, just that last bit" she says, reaching up and rubbing the back of his shoulder. For how emotionally unavailable the Barkovitch's can sometimes be, they're all extremely touchy. "The both of you musicians, huh? Ain’t that cute." She wiggles her eyebrows a little bit at Gary. She’s absolutely savoring getting to embarrass him a little bit in front of a partner, but the jokes on her; he’s just happy she’s actually interested.
"Mhm, we’re a real Sonny and Cher,” he says a little sarcastically. "Yeah? You Cher?”
"… no, I think we might both be Cher," Gary says. He’s certainly not Sonny, hence why he’d gone out of his way to make sure Mapplethorpe could maintain his income during his visit, if he wanted to. Gary turns towards her little bit more, still holding onto Mapplethorpe. "He doesn't just do music. He does twitch, too."
One of the perks of having an immature parent is that his mother is very hip. Her face lights up with some recognition, no explanation for twitch or livestreaming necessary. "Yeah? Gotchu an all around entertainer. What kinda streams you do? Not music, I'm guessin'."
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mapplethorpe can't help but giggle whenever gary tries to give him a dirty look. ( he certainly doesn't look threatening. ) especially since he's speaking with his lips on his dick. the vibrations of his voice causes mapplethorpe to let out a quiet, small gasp. he knows that he was probably a little too rough with that tug, but the moan was a happy little reminder that gary enjoys that kind of shit. a shaky breath leaves him as gary's lips finally wrap around him, taking him down further the first go around than what he's used to. this brings out a embarrassingly loud moan from him, the back of his free hand pressing against his mouth as his grip on gary's hair loosens. ( gary reaches up to tighten his grip on his hair and mapplethorpe is done for. ) how can he be normal whenever gary is looking up at him like that? he'll move his hand to push the hair out of gary's face. "pretty, pretty--..." he'll whine out, trying to keep his hips still.
Oh how Gary had forgotten Mapplethorpe’s unique ability to silence the self loathing voice inside his head. He’d forgotten how hard it is to not believe him when Mapplethorpe tells him sweet nothings. Hearing it in his voice, watching his face while he says it, and feeling their skin touching- it all makes Gary feel pretty. He moans around Mapplethorpe’s cock, his eyes briefly fluttering shut, and swallows him down until his forehead is pressed against Mapplethorpe’s stomach. The practice (and some advice from only the most trusted of confidants, excluding his most trusted of confidants because she's been forced to be more in the loop about their sex lives than she'd ever sign up for) definitely paid off, otherwise this could have suffocated him. Gary holds it as long as he can before he has to lean back, quickly gasping for air a few short times before he dives back in.
his eyes seem to move from gary to his mother, sucking on his bottom lip. ( yeah, this was a pretty damn tense interaction. ) he couldn't necessarily pinpoint it exactly but he could almost immediately feel the air change whenever gary had mentioned that they were together. so, naturally, mapplethorpe seems to perk up with a hum. "yup! we're boyfriends!" he says this rather proudly, pulling his shoulders back.
( and that's whenever he notices the change in the air. ) mapplethorpe would know the look of envy anywhere, no matter of fleeting. ( oh, he knows that green look anywhere. ) his eyes narrow immediately, sucking on his bottom lip. "he isn't inept with girls. he can talk to them better than me," he says this honestly, giving a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. ( it's just the fact that gary doesn't like girls like that. ) oh, he loves women but he's just not attracted to them in that way. ( doesn't mean he's inept and he has to bite his tongue in order to stop himself from arguing. ) he'll take a deep breath, tongue clicking on the roof of his mouth before he forces a well practiced, brimming with sunshine smile that would make any mother melt. ( he knows it works on his own whenever he wants to get out of getting grounded. )
a soft hum as gary mentions making coffee, pushing some of his curls behind his ear. his attention is brought back to gary's mother. ( what's her name again? he's already forgotten it. ) she disappears into the bathroom and mapplethorpe is opening his arms so gary can fall into them. a soft hum leaves him, resting his cheek against the top of his head. he can't help but laugh, pressing his lips to the side of gary's head. "wouldn't make sense if i left you just because your mom is a little spicy," another kiss to the side of his head. "i flew across the world to see you. it would take a lot for me to stop wanting you,"
Even with how he's so anxious that he's shaking, Gary melts a little bit when he looks at him. Mapplethorpe always says it like he's bragging. His title as Gary's boyfriend is something he loves to flaunt, and he swoons every time. Only because his mom is there does he not audibly let out a dreamy sigh.
There's no way even she doesn't notice, at least a little bit. Not when she rarely sees him as happy as Mapplethorpe makes him feel constantly. "Mhm, that’s true, you are good with 'em." She says this with actual earnestness, even if there is an unspoken sentiment of 'I should have known', reaching over and pinching his cheek. Which she never did when he was a kid, just since he’s gotten older. She loves these subtle ways of humbling people. Him.
It's so far so good, but it's expected and overwhelming, and Gary clings onto him like he might blow away. His anchor and/or life raft out at sea, depending on the metaphor.
"Yeah, well..." he says with the smallest of sniffles, his voice muffled. "Guess you know where I got it from now, cause it ain't Jenny." Jenny is the other half of his yin and yang, or whatever. But Gary's definitely still his mothers child. Even if she wasn't very motherly.
Though he pulls away Gary still holds onto his hand and pulls him along into the kitchen area of the really open floor plan of his apartment, which has him feeling a little exposed. No corners to hide around. But he keeps Mapplethorpe pressed up against his side. "Thank you, baby," he says quietly when he can hear her coming. When it comes to her his reservations for being, well, gay are far more about his (and now Mapplethorpe's) privacy, rather than what she thinks. He already knew what she would think, and he seems to be right.
Gary picks out his good mug for her, desperate for her praise or approval on a subconscious, bone deep level. "You got anythin' a little stronger to throw in there?" she asks once she's standing at his other side. Gary's eyes go wide like a deer in headlights when he gives her something like a glare, which makes her laugh. She and Jenny have the same laugh, Gary's is like his Meemaw's. "I'm just kiddin'!"
Gary pouts down at their cups he's still making. "Well I ain't laughin'."
"He's always been so sensitive. Worryin' about what's goin' on with everyone," she says, looking past him and over at Mapplethorpe. Not the way Gary would describe himself, nor his anxiety, but she's on the right track. "But, I mean, I'm probably preachin' to the choir right now, right? Always seein' if you're okay. Bet that distance drives y'all crazy."
Gary groans loudly, dramatically, and drops his head onto Mapplethorpe's shoulder. "Don't remind me, he just fuckin' got here."
"Melbourne," she replies. Oh how the two of them love an abprupt change of topic. "What was goin' on? How'd y'all meet? All that shit."
for a moment, mapplethorpe has forgotten that the world was ending and a complete shithole. the way that gary smiles down at him, blocking out the sun from his eyes so he can see him even more clearly. he's just as handsome as he remembers whenever he saw him when he was sitting on the roof. ( he didn't know how to talk to him, so they ended up fighting. ) seems like things still ended up working in his favor--... somehow. ( maybe the end of the world isn't so bad whenever pretty boys like gary exist. ) not only is gary pretty but gary also wants him. ( god, someone actually fucking wants him. )
mapplethorpe moans against his lips in return, pressing himself upwards so he could get even closer to gary. his arms come up to wrap around his shoulders, gasping whenever they both pull away for air. ( things are already happening so fast but he doesn't fucking care. ) it's been a long three days of mapplethorpe thinking about every scenario. like, what if gary didn't show up? what if he did but it was a trap? what if gary snapped out of it and wasn't interested in him anymore? ( gary was proving that none of that was true. ) gary's lips travel down his neck and he'll let out a quiet whine. "couldn't stop thinkin' about you for the last three days. i was worried you wouldn't show,"
Gary practically growls he moans so hard against Mapplethorpe's throat when he says this. Fuck, he thinks he couldn't stop thinking about him for three days? Imagine not having anyone closer to you than the apocalyptic version of a work friend to distract you, and a room all to yourself (usually a blessing, occasionally a curse). He'd nearly made himself sick a dozen times over.
"They'd've had to lock the doors for me to not show up," Gary says against his skin before he starts to suck harder. If he'd left any kind of marks the other day it would have been obvious to anyone who paid a lick of attention who gave it to him, so he hadn't on purpose. Proper gentleman, he is. But Mapplethorpe will have enough time on the walk back to Hilltop to think of an excuse for whatever state Gary leaves him in.
Once his mouth travels down to the neckline of his shirt Gary reluctantly sits up a little bit, pushing his hair back and out of his face to look down at him. "Fuck, look at you," he says, holding Mapplethorpe by the chin and shaking his head a little bit before releasing him. Gary giggles a little bit again, his tongue poking out between his teeth, and forces himself to crawl off of him. "C'mon, show me your fuckin' place."
oh, mapplethorpe doesn't think gary is possessive enough. whilst things are healthy, things are always fine. mapplethorpe is certainly used to being stared at, rather it be with adoration or disgust, he loved it. ( he's always been one that enjoys being the center of attention, even if it's negatively. ) any time gary's jealous side does come out to play, mapplethorpe can't help but get a little giddy about it. ( gary is his and he's gary's. that's that! ) though, mapplethorpe is certainly the more explosive jealous type, gary's more silent. ( which makes it seem more dangerous, which in turn, makes it more of a turn on. )
"awww, you don't want me to get too much attention?" he'll give an overdramatic pout, giving him the best puppy eyes he could muster. though, it doesn't last long until he's falling into a fit of giggles, his arms draping over gary's shoulders. ( he's certainly a bit tipsy but it doesn't really take much for him. ) midnight blue eyes follow gary's hand as he grabs his drink, looking briefly betrayed whenever gary takes a hefty sip. "hey!" though, then gary is beckoning him closer, a look of realization coming over him before he grins. "oooooh--..." a giggle leaves him, leaning forward to kiss gary, opening his mouth against his lips.
"Not too much from anyone else. I'll make up the rest of it, you know that." His hand on Mapplethorpe's back starts to wander more than he normally might. At least not until late into the night. "I don't mind people lookin' at you. It's when I can tell they're startin' to think of something."
Once he sets the drink down his hand immediately tangles itself in Mapplethorpe's hair, but just a second before he closes his eyes to kiss him Gary gets a new idea for his new idea. He kisses him back, but when he feels Mapplethorpe's lips parting against his own Gary's hand moves to hold onto his jaw, a finger on either side of his face digging between his teeth to force his mouth to stay open. Rather than slip the sip into his mouth, Gary leans back just a little bit and spits it instead. He quickly shuts Mapplethorpe's mouth for him, before he can do anything else. "Swallow it."
mapplethorpe knows that today is the day. he's been giddy and excited since gary had told him that he wanted to see him again. ( even his mom commented he seemed more highstrung than usual. ) more hyperactive, more on edge but seemingly happier than he's been in a few years. ( you finally meet a boy that wants you and they happen to be a savior. that's a slap in the face. ) of course, mapplethorpe had his special place that he, probably unsafely, suggested as a meeting point. ( he didn't know where the saviors were currently stationed but certainly couldn't be too far. ) the fact that they both had to hide and sneak around? yeah, it was exciting but mapplethorpe didn't realize just how dangerous this was for the both of them.
he comes through the brush, thumbs latched in the straps of his backpack. midnight blue eyes squint in the sun that leaks through the trees, blonde hair looking nearly white from being bleached by the sun. he'll make his way towards his fort, a proud little march in his step. ( he likes the little australian flag pinned to the wood and random posters he's collected on runs. ) it's his home away from home, a stack of magazines and comics stashed away for when he wanted to escape.
he stops at the entrance, eyes darting around as if hoping to see a flash of blonde in the trees. anxiety starts to rise in his chest, a huff leaving him. ( he doesn't hear gary's quiet steps in the foliage. ) normally, he was more aware of his surroundings but apparently his heart pounding in his ears seemed to drown out most of the sounds of the forest.
a soft yelp leaves him as suddenly the ground is coming up real fast and his hands fly up to protect his face from slamming on the ground. ( he's bruised up enough from the butt of gary's gun. ) his eyes are wild and wide as he's flipped onto his back, fear obvious on his face before he finally processes that his assailant is in fact gary. he can't help but fall into a fit of giggles. "oh, you cheeky cunt,"
Gary's already beaming down at him before he sees the fear on Mapplethorpe's face melt into relief and joy, beaming back up at him. He wants to talk to him about a million and one things in the limited time they'll have together- he wants to know how he spent the past three days, how he found everything that's inside the fort and what it means to him. But Mapplethorpe on his back, giggling underneath him, hits him like a punch to the chest that knocks the wind out of him. The good kind. Fuck, he's so gorgeous. His laugh sounds like music. His hair looks like a halo. His accent makes him swoon.
Gary attacks him again, this time with his mouth, shifting how he's on top of him just a bit. He's moaning against his lips almost immediately, holding him close enough that Gary's all but dry humping him right there in the grass. Which is not exactly how he'd planned for it to go. Gary had hoped he'd be able to play it just a little bit cool, and not as desperate to see him as he's felt for every second since. Fuck it, he can overcompensate somehow later. "You miss me?" Gary mumbles against his mouth, his own traveling down Mapplethorpe's neck, and sucking on a muscle just above his collarbone.
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mapplethorpe really doesn't know much about gary's mother other than the fact she is jenny's older sister and that she isn't necessarily around much. ( and gary doesn't talk about her much, either. ) unlike mapplethorpe who loves to boast about how cool his mom is, how many stories include her in them, how obvious he was a momma's boy. ( felicity landis was his best friend before chester came around. )
he'll hum whenever gary sits upright, giving him a soft, sweet kiss. ( a little something to give him courage for the road or whatever. ) he'll give a playful roll of his eyes, pulling his legs up so he could sit criss cross as he tilts his head to the side. "awwww, so no girl fights for me?" he'll suck on his teeth, rolling his eyes. "fiiiiine. i won't bite," but he doesn't promise. ( it's not one he thinks he can keep. )
mapplethorpe perks up when he hears the front door open, a soft smile on his cherub features as midnight blue eyes narrow as he carefully looks over gary's mother. ( she's pretty. definitely looks like an older jenny. ) he'll then look over to gary, nothing but fondness in his eyes. ( yeah, he looks a lot like his momma. )
he'll give a nod towards her direction. "you can call me mape," he already could tell he didn't feel like explaining his full name, especially whenever she was going to zone in on his accent. "i met gary and jenny in melbourne,"
A thought clearly flashes through her mind about Mapplethorpe's name, but she doesn't say it. Good to know she's still capable of that. "Melbourne, what was that? Last year?" "Over the summer," Gary corrects. "Right. And, Jenny," she starts, "where she at, by the way? She comin' over with y'all too?" Probably worried she'll walk right in and start swinging on sight. Which is pretty reasonable for her to worry about. "Don't know."
"Australia, huh? That's a long way to go just to see this one." She reaches up and ruffles Gary's hair. She's noticeably taller than Jenny and can reach the top of his head easier. But while he all but leans into it like a dog when Jenny messes up his hair, Gary shrugs her off, shoulders up to his ears and his face twisting up a bit, taking a step out of her reach. Jenny doesn't use her nails on his scalp when she does it, and his mom keeps her nails long, and he doesn't like how it feels. But, hey, at least she's touching him at all. "How'd he convince you to get on that flight?"
"Momma," Gary says, uncertainly, and a little seriously to get her attention. It works. If only it was always that easy. "We're, like... together. We're dating."
Her eyes dart between the two of them, just once, and when they return back to him Gary can see it; envy. Wide eyed, clenched jaw, tight smile kind of envy. The kind you sit and stew with until you're alone with a drink in hand. She's been chasing men since before he was born, and never roped one into properly settling down. But Gary goes to Australia once and finds someone who likes him enough to fly across the world just for him. Another man, no less. The gayness of it all isn't the problem. It's simply the cherry on top for this self imposed slap in the face.
At least since this is a jab at her own insecurities and not his, she won't lose it in front of Mapplethorpe. She'd hate to prove anybody right about anything. "Well..." she starts. Slaps her hand on Gary's shoulder harder than she probably meant to, and uses the subsequent grip on his shirt to yank him in for a side hug. "Look at'chu, baby! That's amazing." She looks up at him. "Guess I didn't have to worry 'bout you bein' so inept with girls, after all."
"I wasn't ever inept," Gary says, properly shrugging her off this time. "All my friends in school were girls."
He says he's making coffee, whether either of them want some or not, just to talk about literally anything else at least for a minute or two so he can breathe, and his mom ducks into the bathroom down the hall with a complaint about how long the ride to his apartment was. Once she's out of sight Gary drifts back into his rightful place with his face in Mapplethorpe's neck and his arms around his waist. "Fuck," he breathes out. Inhaling his natural scent and Gary's sweater blended together. "I didn't think it would go that well." Perhaps the saddest part is how earnestly he says this. That tense politeness was more than he could have wished for, and now deflates a bit with relief around him. "... you promise you still want me?"
MUN NAME/ALIAS & PRONOUNS: j, they/them HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN RPING?: in general, since about 2013. on tumblr, since 2023. before here i was mostly on instagram FAVORITE THINGS TO RP: gay angst LIST SOME PREVIOUS OR FUTURE MUSES: m.ike wh.eeler (pre season 3 release). a lot of hp characters //: like def the majority LAST MOVIE WATCHED: bruh i cant even remember... LAST BOOK READ: gone girl WHAT SHOWS/BOOKS/COMICS/SERIES ARE YOU CURRENTLY IN THE MIDDLE OF?: half man series, the audiobook of lolita LONG REPLIES OR SHORT ONES: long LONG-TERM THREADS OR SHORT-TERM: long A FUN THING YOU'VE DONE RECENTLY: went to a new thrift store that had a lot of cool stuff, and met a dog inside (: A COOL THING YOU'VE LEARNED RECENTLY: jeremy irons has a really bad american accent GREEN FLAGS YOU LOOK FOR IN RP PARTNERS: getting close to someone and learning a lot about each other just from talking about the muses/plot/etc and making irl connections. the feeling of all of a sudden realizing, wait i know so much more about them than i did x ago WHAT DO YOU THINK ARE SOME RED FLAGS FOR RPERS: when they're lwky pestering you to reply, but dont have the balls to just come out and do it. i.e. messaging you every time you come online without really having anything to say kinda stuf. GIVE THE PERSON READING THIS SOME ADVICE RELATED TO RP: it's never that serious enough to interfere with irl
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