quinntessential

once upon a time there was a boy named quinn.

[tate-williams]

Damn. How about next St. Patrick’s Day? I’m not much for partying, so I’ll definitely be sitting that one out.

[quinnivey-blog]

I’ll have to check my schedule around that time, but I’ll see.

[neekknock-blog-blog-blog]

Highway to Hell || Tegan & Quinn

[neekknock-blog-blog-blog]

     Tegan smiled at the words — hating himself a little with each moment he let Quinn speak. He was scum, really, using the man like this. “Yeah? I’d like that,” T.J. whispered, biting his lip and looking up into his face. “If we were somewhere where no one knew us, I wouldn’t care about it. Being gay— or whatever. You know? Things would be different.” Yeah, but they both knew neither would ever leave King. Too much rode on it, and even if they did… It wasn’t like Tegan could fulfull any dreams, either.

[quinnivey-blog]

If it hurt before it hurt more now. Allowing Tegan to say things like that, to get his hopes up that there was some alternate future where he was number one in the other’s book. His stomach tensed, knotted up, and in a moment he was shifting beneath Tegan. “Maybe we should keep driving.” He didn’t want to tell T.J. that he was getting uncomfortable, sad even. “We haven’t put much space between us and King yet.” Pushing a kiss to Tegan’s forehead, Quinn shifted again.

[theoprinceofking-blog]

Oh you are just so fucking funny.. 

[quinnivey-blog]

Dude, chill. It was a joke.

[theoprinceofking-blog]

Huh. I guess that is true. What can I say, I’m a deep, layered guy.. 

[quinnivey-blog]

Because your stomach is deep and your hair is layered?

[neekknock-blog-blog-blog]

Highway to Hell || Tegan & Quinn

[neekknock-blog-blog-blog]

     “So did I,” Tegan answered without thinking, unconcerned if his words would false hope or some sort of implement that maybe something serious would come from this. It was just so easy to pretend when away from King, like nothing else existed. The feelings he was terrified of having for Ruby, the strain he was having with some of the people inside King, his battle to stay himself — it didn’t matter, and T.J. gave a long sigh. “I wish you were a superhero, I wish you could freeze time, I wish we could live in this car and not move.”

[quinnivey-blog]

It cut deep to know that despite what Tegan was saying, that he wished they could stay in this moment, it was only an escape. Quinn was not what he wanted or what he would end up with and he’d made that clear numerous times. And it hurt. And what hurt more? Knowing that he would play into it because he wanted to believe that T.J. wanted to be here because of him. “I’ll be your superhero,” he whispered. “I don’t want to go back. I want to keep going. Further and further until I don’t know where we are anymore.”

[neekknock-blog-blog-blog]

Highway to Hell || Tegan & Quinn

[neekknock-blog-blog-blog]

     Maybe he was just going off of the lust he felt for Quinn, but Tegan felt surprisingly calm, perfectly fine. The two had curled up in the seat, somehow fitting their young adult bodies into the small car, pressed close as their heart rates slowed. “I am,” T.J. answered truthfully, giving a half smile at Quinn and snuggling up closer. It felt like he’d just accomplished something huge, though he didn’t doubt later his panic would set in about the whole thing. “Are you?”

[quinnivey-blog]

“Yeah, I’m good,” he whispered back, pushing a kiss to T.J.’s temple. This was nice and Quinn wouldn’t admit it out loud but he almost preferred this kind of affection over the actual sex. Perhaps it was only because he didn’t often receive it from Tegan. Arms looped around his middle, holding him close to his chest, soaking up every possible moment of this. “I’m really good, actually.” But he wouldn’t go too far and say that he wished it could be like this all the time. It would only put Tegan back in that funk he’d been in before. Insisting that everyone had to share him, that it couldn’t be this way. “I liked that. A lot.”

[neekknock-blog-blog-blog]

Highway to Hell || Tegan & Quinn

[neekknock-blog-blog-blog]

     Slowly but surely T.J. was coming around to the idea of acceptance about himself, and it was about to show. Until now, every time he and Quinn had been together, Tegan could try and pretend that he wasn’t actually doing something with a guy — but with a nod, that stopped being reality. “Yeah, why not?” Tegan replied with a smile, false bravery accompanied with an actual desire to let things play out this way. His eyes searched Quinn’s face, and he had the oddest sensation that he wouldn’t even have to ask the older boy to be gentle with him. The way Quinn let his eyes flicker across Tegan’s face, just as searching, was reassurance enough.

[quinnivey-blog]

Quinn pulled Tegan’s shirt down over his head before hands smoothed down his back. Lips found his temple, breath still heavy. The fingers of his other hand carded through the boy’s hair, affectionate. For passionate car sex it had been rather sensual and Quinn had tried his best to be gentle with Tegan. It was difficult, of course, with his natural desire to grab the boy and take him as he’d not been able to do before. But there they sat in the aftermath, having made it through. “You okay?”

[theoprinceofking-blog]

…You didn’t always know that?

[quinnivey-blog]

Well sorta. But I feel like there are several ways. Through your hair, your stomach, doing stuff for you. Y’know.

[tate-williams]

That’s me, good old Bummer Williams. Try me again on another holiday that isn’t Christmas or the 4th of July, and I may actually sit out with ya.

[quinnivey-blog]

A shame. The two holidays I tend to go home for.

[minnie-alcott-deactivated201504]

I understand. Can I ask why you’re in the dumps?

[quinnivey-blog]

Extremely petty things. Like boys. Hot boys. And the problems they bring.

[theoprinceofking-blog]

I do. But I love you more when you say nice things about my hair.

[quinnivey-blog]

Now I know the real key to your heart.

[neekknock-blog-blog-blog]

Highway to Hell || Tegan & Quinn

[neekknock-blog-blog-blog]

    Hands that were already begin to run down the length of Quinn’s exposed chest hesitated. A mouth was a mouth, but it was hard to believe you’re straight when faced with… well, with the act of it all. Tegan had gotten past that, and his fingernails dug lightly into Quinn’s hips as he finished the trail down his torso, smiling a half smile. “No. I don’t want to stop, not even a little,” He answered confidently, leaning down to kiss the center of Quinn’s toned chest before wiggling backwards, preparing to strip down himself.

[quinnivey-blog]

A mouth was not just a mouth. Maybe in some superficial part of Tegan’s mind. But for Quinn it was much different. This particular mouth was attached to someone he liked, despite all the bullshit he presented. Maybe sometimes even because of it. And Quinn didn’t care if Tegan was a boy or a girl or something else entirely. He only wished Tegan shared the same view. Of course right now all of that was at the far back of his mind and at the front was the soft kiss to the center of his chest that made his eyelids flutter closed for a moment. “So you’re okay with bottoming? I mean... since you’re already in the best position...” Eyes flashed open and Quinn inspected every inch of Tegan’s face for hesitation. He wouldn’t force the other into something he wasn’t comfortable with.

[theoprinceofking-blog]

That’s such a nice thing, okay. I love you right now.

[quinnivey-blog]

You don’t always love me? Pfft.

[theoprinceofking-blog]

…….Aww you think my hair is better?

[quinnivey-blog]

Definitely.

[quinnivey-blog]

Blue: a fun fact

In the seventh grade I got my belly button pierced. I no longer wear it and it has closed up.

[quinnivey-blog]

Gray: who will you be in 10 years

Hopefully someone successful and happy.

[theoprinceofking-blog]

…Whatever I just like his hair..

[quinnivey-blog]

Eh, yours is better. But he’s bangin’.