my body is a cage

"Now in this twilight,           how dare you speak of grace." Parker Aspen//"Phoenix"//19//Escort

[maeve-otoole]

[She snorts, lips curving into a grin. She’s a naturally positive person, not generally the type to get stuck in a depressed rut, and she’s easily cheered by Phoenix’s presence, is thankful for his absence of curiosity as she lapses into joking— her natural state.] Ah, it’s alright. I think I better jus’ hope for a nicer phone lady, if those are my two options.

[parkeraspen]

Not a bit of church mouse in you, is there? [He asks jokingly, because Maeve seems relaxed and confident, outspoken and at ease in her skin. It makes her easy to talk to, at least on a surface level, because she doesn't seem willing to go into the details of why she's grappling with a "phone lady" at all.]

[arcticsockmonkey-deactivated201]

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[parkeraspen]

No matter which way you go, No matter which way you stay, You're out of my mind, out of my mind, Out of my mind, out of my mind.

[noah-divided]

[And he doesn’t mind, not truly, that Parker’s asking—despite his discomfort, he doesn’t mind, because he doesn’t mind a lot of things that Parker does, that he usually would mine were it anyone else, were the situation any different. That being said, he still prefers to veil his compassion for the blond with a reactionary response of irritability, even if it’s transparent, because it’s easier, to be that, to be classically ‘Noah’ then to present himself as vulnerable, or emotionally accessible.

The hand on his hip is grounding, and he appreciates it, wants to sink into it, lean into the touch, but he refrains, holding his ground, unwilling to make himself small. He’s weak too often with Parker, and even with Parker, Noah still has a limit. He’s almost uncomfortable with the frequency with which he’s been openly sensitive with the escort now, but it keeps happening. It shouldn’t be a bad thing, he knows logically it isn’t terrible, but nonetheless he can’t shake the nagging feeling of anxiety that comes with it.

He rolls his eyes, but there’s a twitch of a grin on his mouth.]

Then why do you make me say it, you conceded fuck? [Insults to convey affection. It’s a usual, between them.] 

[parkeraspen]

[Noah's holding himself back, neither pushing him away or tugging him closer, and it's somehow at odds with the way they usually are - Noah hardly ever just accepts Parker's touch, is usually pushing right back and wordlessly demanding more. But it seems like they've been wandering into this kind of territory over and over again unintentionally - loaded, more starkly honest than they're used to, and it seems like it leaves Noah as unsure of how to proceed as Parker is.

And he knows they're likely to do it over and over again, just barely tipping their hands to each other, reluctant to just lay all their cards on the table. He doesn't know how to do this any other way, and he's certain that Noah doesn't either.]

Because. [He says, smirk tugging at his lips, hand not relinquishing its grip on Noah, a tether that he thinks he needs and Noah, at least, hasn't rejected.] If I was going to say it, you sure as hell were going to.

[It's how they work best. Or, maybe. the only way they work - each of them following after the other, keeping some measure of balance in the things they give away. Because he can't do it, he can't, can't make himself vulnerable and keep himself open unless he reaches out, digs into Noah and make sure that he's exactly the same way.]

[alexfuckmeharder]

[DATABASE SMS: Reply to "Chase"]

[chase-to-the-edge]

A sass-meister?

It is a bloody brill phrase, ain’t it? Pretty funny any way ya twist it.

[parkeraspen]

Yeah. But honestly, I'm probably more likely to call you a shithead. Affectionately, of course.

Comedic gold right there.

[chase-to-the-edge]

Well yeah, ‘course, because it can’t be all work now can it? I’ll admit, before Hunt and Owen, I was shaggin’ a lot of escorts. But the temptations there, ya know? Like, they’re all so bloody hot. You were one of my last, to be honest, so feel special. [He chuckles] Well, aside from Taz, but he don’t count, ‘cause he’s my best mate and it’s different.

[He laughs] Titillated? That’s an interestin’ choice, mate.

[parkeraspen]

You've warmed the cockles of my cold and bitter heart. [He grins, choosing not to remark on the fact that he hadn't fucked a lot of escorts, hadn't really been tempted. That he'd come here to get paid, that Chase and Owen were more exceptions than anything else - although Chase had certainly become a friend and Owen had become something more.]

What? Are you just calling me out because it has "tit" in it? Like, not my favorite body part but it's still a damn good word. Descriptive, I thought.

[parkeraspen]

[DATABASE SMS] Sent to 'Parker'

[gabrielle-elk-blog]

I’m too busy laughing to even begin to formulate even a half-decent response. I’ve never had any complaints?

[parkeraspen]

I don't know, Gabrielle, do you have references?

[haydenmai]

Just how I like it.  [She’s laughing with him, the sheer ludicrousness of their friendship quite prominent.  But considering she nearly got them both arrested the last time they saw each other … it’s good to get back to ‘normal’.]  So now my tongue is metaphorically coming into play too?

[parkeraspen]

I never thought the love of my life would be such a cold hearted bitch. [He sniffs, grinning at her through the playful insult.] Well, if I'm going to be frigid enough to keep it all metaphorical, I might was well not limit the fun to any one appendage.

[haydenmai]

Touche, my dearest Khal.  Touche.

Oh fabulous.  One of these days you’ll need to actually put on one of these ensembles and then I can die happy.

[parkeraspen]

Bring me my sash, my tiara, and my t-shirt and I will.

Although I think I'd still like you to stick around once I do. Khal dies first, remember?

[parkeraspen]

[DATABASE SMS] Sent to 'Parker'

[gabrielle-elk-blog]

Until my hands fall off. You’ve been more than just slightly helpful love, promise. And you mean other than dirty talking boot camp?

[parkeraspen]

Well, shit, what're you going to do if your hands fall off? I hope you're good with your mouth.

Surprise dirty talking boot camp training session?

[apettyferlove]

[DATABASE SMS: Reply to "Noah"]

[noah-divided]

Can I not to both?

And I like the sound of my whore, better. As it turns out, there’s a huge difference, and having you on reserve is it. Whoda fucking thunk, right?

[parkeraspen]

That's you're a possessive shit? You've always said that you're selfish. But your whore is accurate.

[omgalexpettyfer]

[DATABASE SMS: Reply to "Noah"]

[noah-divided]

Hahahaha. I can practically HEAR you pouting through the phone. For fuck’s sake, Goldilocks, keep your panties on. You’re grand, with a suitable vocabulary and a fucking marvelous cock. Happy?

Shit. Your mail order strap on vagina come yet? lol

[parkeraspen]

You have no idea. Can you hear me grinning smugly through the phone too?

Yeah, and a matching one for you. Get ready to scissor.

[mortizjano-deactivated20190404]

[Direct Text: Reply to "Noah"]

[noah-divided]

Christ. Why do I bother.

[parkeraspen]

Maybe because, and I quote: dear fuck I'm adorable.

[deerlovelove]

[Direct Text] Reply to Photo Comment by "Fuckhead"

[noah-divided]

Be sarcastic all you want, you’re the one who agreed to date an insensitive shit. I was like this when you found me, remember. Your own fault.

[parkeraspen]

I know, what was I thinking. But you're an insensitive shit that usually sings my cock's praises anyway.

[wholelottahot]

[DATABASE SMS: Reply to "Noah"]

[noah-divided]

You always think you should be hurt, you shit head. Such a sensitive bitch. 

Alright, I’ll see you tonight. Maybe locate your balls before I get home. I do pay for your cock services, after all. lol

[parkeraspen]

And I always should be, probably. Such a fucking asshole.

Oh but it'd be so much more fun if you were to find them for me. See you later.

[evan-wolfe]

[He rolls his eyes in a joking manner before shoving Phoenix lightly in the elbow.] Shut up, anythin’ extra is gonna have to come outta’ ya pocket, mate. 

Ya haven’t heard? Ya can’t control loins, just gotta let ‘em burn. Maybe they’ll just rise from their ashes after they burn out. [He winks] See what I did there? Ya totally gotta admit that was clever and if ya say other wise then ya a lyin’ sack of shite.[He grins widely] Oh come on, that was a good one. Fish is friend, not food kinda thing. 

[parkeraspen]

[He lets up on the exaggerated leering, although he still can't stifle his grin.] So stingy. A boy just wants a little ogle, I wasn't even touching.

I didn't realize that your loins were a forest fire. [He sputters, laughing.] Okay, maybe that was clever, but all it goes to show is that I have more control over my loins than you do, you horny fucking mermaid. [He grins, shaking his head and pulling a face.] I'll do no such thing. Because Flounder. What're you gonna call me next, Flipper? Free Willy?

[parkeraspen]

[DATABASE SMS] Sent to 'Parker'

[gabrielle-elk-blog]

Is this like Tinkerbell where I need to clap if I believe?  :P  In all honesty, I’m happy for you, heart.  And … thank you, again.  You helped me.

I think it runs through April.  I’ll do some investigating and send you the details?

[parkeraspen]

If it is, you better be clapping. Nothing to thank me for, just bumbling and rambling in hopes of being slightly helpful. What're friends for, right?

Sounds perfect.

[noah-divided]

Outside Influence | Parker and Noah

[noah-divided]

[Parker’s hands that curl into his sides, drifting over the divots of bone and skin, make Noah shift somewhere behind his ribcage. It’s a touch he’s familiar with now, and yet somehow still finds startling. Because the slide is always gently fond, and the way they settle, curl and grip remind Noah of how often it seems that Parker is trying to keep him, capture him and reserve him for himself. It’s interesting, this pull and push and though they certainly haven’t got a perfect handle on it yet, the banter that’s between them never seems to cease, even in moments so soon after vulnerability. Actually, perhaps especially so, as that seems to be a tactic they both use to get over something difficult, something less comfortable and at arm’s length. 

Parker’s laugh brings a final sense of ease to Noah’s tense muscles, and he smirks in return as he’s told to shut up. Their affection always lies oddly placed. He says nothing, only cocks a brow in the silence as if to draw attention to the fact that he’s done as suggested, and he rocks up to the balls of his feet to find Parker’s mouth under his own, arms twining around his shoulders.

It’s with a quick hop—and he’s smug to note the startled tensing of the blond’s body—that he lands himself with legs wrapped around Parker’s waist, kissing him heatedly but leisurely.] Bed. Now. Good boy. [Another lingering smirk, which he drags across Parker’s mouth, as if too impatient to interrupt the kiss.]

[parkeraspen]

[His teeth dig into his lip, stifling a bark of laughter as Noah - for once - does what he's told, almost smug in his teasing obedience, his pointed lack of words. And he feels no trace of anger now, nor snarling defensiveness, not lashing out because he's caught out and insecure, unable to hide behind the bravado he typically wears so well. It's all given way and given itself over to heat, falling into this familiar and easy physicality, both a way to reaffirm their connection and a seeming reward for not digging in, squaring off, drawing blood.

Noah catches him by surprise. springing into motion and body colliding with his as he jumps up, Parker's hand hooking instinctively under his thighs, lips working against Noah's with new heat, grin pressed against Noah's mouth at his words, at the orders passed into his mouth with a tease and a smirk, a stinging bite to Noah's lower lip the only response he gives as he does as he's bid.]