miles of chris

chris miles. twenty-two. bristol. third chance, but who's counting?

[miles-ofchris]

[miles-ofchris]

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[cookingjames]

It makes loads of fucking sense! I fucking killed him, yeah? Happens right after I get back in touch with Freds — I should have never fucking been so stupid. I  missed the bastard, right, I missed him to bits. Couldn’t resist. I bet they was trailing him all along. (/The hand on his shoulder did cause him to slowly relax, his eyes closing as he listened to Chris’ reasoning. He wrapped one arm around his boyfriend carefully, his free hand stroking his hair as he coaxed him closer to his body. He wasn’t nearly convinced, but Chris seemed to be, and if he couldn’t trust Chris’ judgment then he deserved to be fucked.) I just — I just fucking love you. That’s all. Just love you. And I don’t want no cunt messing with you ‘cos of the shit I did. (/he paused) I mean, if you want to see your bruv — it’s cool. Just let me go with. Just in case.

[miles-ofchris]

It's not as if I haven't given the pigs or any other seedy folks out there my own excuses to come after me, so you can't be blaming yourself for any danger coming my way, Cookie, I won't have it. If anyone is out to get me - to get us - this isn't it... (/Chris' arm lowered to hold the other in return as he leaned into Cook, arching his neck down to burry his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck as he listened to him. At the pit of his stomach, he could feel his insides were knotted.) ...  I love you to pieces, Cook ... Love you too much to be careless. If I wasn't sure about this, I wouldn't even be entertaining the idea. But I just ... I know. I know it's him. Just by looking at him, there's no doubt he's anyone else ... (/He fell silent with Cook's compromise, offering a single nod against the other's flesh before he even considered it. He had been anticipating seeing Peter alone for their first meeting ; treating it as something sacred in his mind as he went over every possible turn out, and though Chris wanted to introduce the two of them right away, Cook never before made it into his fabricated scenarios of his initial reunion with Peter. But the more he thought about it now, the more he liked the idea of having Cook there. He didn't see any reason for protection, but having his boyfriend there for moral support was a good enough reason for Chris. He lifted his head slightly to press his lips against his boyfriend's, still stained with pizza sauce, which only caused Chris to smile.) Yeah ... I'd like for you to be there.

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[cookingjames]

(/Stuffing the wad into his mouth, Cook tucked it into the pocket of his now bulging cheek. Saliva tinted with the red hue of the pizza sauce dripped down his chin, but he didn’t move to wipe it ; instead, he worked on sucking out the juices and flavors of the cheesy mass while his teeth slowly chipped away at it, his greasy fingers settling on his lap and idly pawed at his dick as he tried to enjoy the tense situation as much as he could. Chris’ comment about his being sweet caused his nostrils to flare as he snorted, finally tilting his head back to swallow in order to tell him to ‘fuck off’. There was a sticky smile on his lips, bits of sausage  visibly stuck in his teeth. He pointed a finger over at Chris when he made his promise.) You better fucking keep that, Monkey Slut. I’ll hold you to it. (/He turned his head to catch Chris’ lips before he pulled back, and the fact that his boyfriend was still fully clothed and pizza-less actually struck him for the first time, and as Chris explained what was on his mind, Cook felt relieved for a moment, selfishly thankful he wasn’t being thrown out. Though when his mind processed all the possibilities that Peter’s return could mean, he stood to his feet and ran his fingers through his hair, face pale and expression contorted with anger) … Bollocks. You’re a proper fucking chump if you believe in that shit, Chris! (/he shook his head) Fuck. Fuck. This is my fault, innit? Fuckin’ Foster — the pig coppers — (/he pushed the pizza boxes off the tank out of frustration) Can’t get to me so they try and fuck with you, right? It’s shit! FUCK.

[miles-ofchris]

(/Chris' head snapped up with Cook's reaction which, to say the least, was the last thing he had been expecting. As the pizza boxes were shoved off the tank, the fish inside vanished to hide in their castle and behind their plastic plants, and Chris briefly envied them, wishing he too could dart away.) Cookie - - Cook, that's not it. Listen, that doesn't even make any fucking sense. Look, I didn't fucking believe it at first either, right? Big brother back from the dead and all. But it made too much fucking sense ... every thing he's said just adds up - there's no way ... no way it's not him, Cook. I wouldn't be telling you if I didn't really think it was him. (/He placed a hand on Cook's shoulder firmly, trying to coax him into some level of understanding) No one knows enough to go after me like that. The filth aren't that clever love, and they wouldn't even know to go after me. This doesn't have anything to do with you, alright?

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[cookingjames]

Bout fuckin’ time. Freds is already passed out in the bedroom. (/Not that his friend was allowed to succumb to sleep without Cook’s loud, aggressive protests on the matter. The fact that Freddie had work and a long trip behind him wasn’t much of an excuse, but Cook eventually decided to give in and let him crash on their bed. He knew Chris had something important to tell him and he didn’t want Freddie to feel inclined to leave, since he had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that this news pertained to him. Not that he had done anything worth feeling guilty over - it was just that nothing good ever stayed with him as it was. And Chris was more than just a good thing - he was the best thing. Standing to take the pizza boxes from his boyfriend and set them on their coffee table’s fish tank, he blindly opened the top box and grabbed a few slices indiscriminately. He set them on the arm of the sofa in order to slip out of his pants and throw them across the room before he settled down into the worn cushions and started peeling off the layer of cheese and toppings from a slice, rolling everything into a greasy ball between his palms.) So why have you been a little pussy the past few days, Monkey Fuck? Haven’t had a shag in the past 48 hours ‘cos I’m such a sensitive fuckin’ bastard. That’s love, innit? The snake needs to fuckin’ vomit, right? It’s like animal cruelty or summat.

[miles-ofchris]

Shit, didn't think I was that late... (/Looking over to the shut for of their bedroom, Chris frowned. So much for his easy out. Opening the case of beer, he stuffed a few cans into the fridge where space was available before taking two over to the couch where he joined Cook.) Oh well, more pizza for us then. (/More pizza for Cook, really. The main reason Chris actually didn't try pushing to get his favorite pineapple topping was more due to his lack of appetite rather than consideration of Cook's disgust in the tropical fruit. He was finding it difficult to even swallow pills with the way his nerves had been since Peter popped up. Snapping open his beer, Chris watched the wad of gooey cheese take shape between Cook's hands, his gaze following the trail of grease that rolled slowly from his palms to his wrists before dripping down to his bare, white thighs. Chris made no move to get his own slice. A soft smile played on Chris' lips he listened to Cook begin to complain.) Sorry, love, didn't mean to hold out on you or anything. But I appreciate it Cookie, really. Plus you're a bit sweet when you're all deprived. (/He leaned over to ruffle Cook's hair before flicking his tongue against his earring and nipping at his ear.) I'll make it up to you and your serpent, okay? Anything you want, I mean it. (/Settling back into the cushions, he took another long sip of his beer before he finally forced himself to explain his reasoning to Cook, choosing to watch his fish rather than look at his boyfriend beside him.) You remember when I told you about my brother ... Peter? (/He fiddled with his beer can, clicking the tab anxiously, his tone far more somber than usual.) He's not - he's still - .... he contacted me. A few days ago, on the internet ... he's alive, Cook.

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(/The door slammed behind Chris as he made it into his apartment, juggling two large pizza boxes with one hand and a case of beer under the other.) Cookie, I'm home. Pizza's here! (/Setting the boxes down on their well abused table, he took a glance around. He had hoped to make it home before Freddie's arrival, though Chris really couldn't say he minded all that much if Cook's old friend happened to make it there before him. Although he did his best to share all he could with Cook openly, the idea of putting everything out in the open didn't come naturally to Chris, who kept his weaknesses hidden from everyone he could, and he was more than happy to put it off until later. But Chris had delayed in letting Cook in on his latest reunion for far more than the sake of secrecy; he was just now coming terms to the whole thing himself, and to be frank, he wasn't really sure how being reunited with his long lost and long dead brother would sound when verbalized.) 

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[stanxmarsh-deactivated20130116]

Cook? Is that your … partner’s name, or am I misunderstanding something? I always knew you were brave. I think I may have smothered you too much in primary, Chris. Reckon you would have been fine on your own - actually, you’ve already proved that to be a fact so I don’t know what I’m even saying. … Oh. No. No one. I don’t think I’m really compatible with anyone, and the only absence in my life I can recall feeling troubled by is — well. Yours.

[miles-ofchris]

yeah! well, cook is his surname ; his first name is james but he doesn't really go by it often to those who know him. i was useless without you, peter, really fucking lost ... still am a bit lost, to be honest. your so-called smothering was a life saver, yeah? you're everything and all i looked - still look up to. i've made it fine enough, but if things hadn't gone how they had, well, probably would be a bit different, wouldn't it. ah, what am i saying, no use thinking on would-be's! - especially now that you're here.

[miles-ofchris]

TEXT: monkey love

Cook: ace, fishy pops! covered travel expenses and the like?

Cook: you always hope i say that, HAHAHAHA. NO PINEAPPLE.

Cook: and yeah, think so ... says he aint in no hurry this time round, so its cool

Cook: i mean it though NO PINEAPPLE

Chris: yeah babe, no loss at all, wouldn't make the trip if it didn't pay.

Chris: alright, fine. no pineapple, you snore. ): you don't now what you're missing out on.

Chris: glad to hear it then!! wasn't really able to treat the lad to the full experience of our humble home last time.

Chris: and hey ... i was kind of hoping i could give you a bit of an explanation ....

Chris: with my behavior and all the past few days, i mean.

Chris: so if i don't beat freds there, remind me tonight?

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[miles-ofchris]

TEXT: monkey love

Cook: that's shit, fuckin' far as fuck. lazy cunts, ain't they?

Cook: you always put me on the spot, mate, fuck you!

Cook: pizza

Cook: get enough for freds, he's cumin down

Chris: yeah, well, the up charge i can get away with is worth the hike, loyal customers and all.

Chris: was hoping you'd say that. and cool, yeah, of course ... will he be staying for a bit?

[stanxmarsh-deactivated20130116]

Right. Of course.

I’m happy you’ve got someone. I was actually going to ask if you were living alone. Not that I don’t believe in you, but the city is dangerous and you’re - from what I can recall - … a bit quiet. Good for you, Slugger. I’d like to meet this person sometime.

[miles-ofchris]

the city isn't really all that bad, was on my own for awhile before cook came along. i guess, in some ways london isn't half as scary as primary was. and you better plan on it! but you have to meet me first, right? what about you though, peter, any lovey companions i should know about?

[miles-ofchris]

TEXT: monkey love

Cook: babes

Cook: where are you?

Chris: sorry, luv. had to head to the east end for a friendly delivery

Chris: on my way back now, gonna pick up some take away, what do you feel like?